You're Like A French Fry (a transgender love story)

James' birthday (part one)

Today, November 14th is James' birthday.

I awaken, James shaking me.

"IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, I FORGOT!" he yells. "My mom texted me happy birthday, and then I remembered!"

"Ok James, chill. We're gonna get dressed, and go out for breakfast. I don't know where, but somewhere. Then you get to choose what we get to do. Sound good?" I ask s I sit up.

"Ok!" He leaps off of our bed.

I rummage through my clothes, suddenly remembering that I didn't bring the shirt I was looking for, because I'm in Ukraine! It would've be dumb or something.

I slide on my Bluey shirt over my binder, and slide on my skinny-ish jeans.

I grab my shoes and socks, and put them on.

"Hey, can we where these shirts?" He asks as he brings up both of our shirts he made for going to eighth grade for the first time. The ones that say that we're together and stuff.

"Sure, those one are adorable! I'll wear my Bluey shirt some other day," I reply as I take off my shirt.

"Hasn't it been five days already?" James looks up at me.

I check my watch. "No, I don't think so."

"Hmm, ok. Tomorrow?"

"Uh, yeah." I answer as I put on my shirt that he made.

I look in the mirror, James joining me shortly after.

"Wanna put on a jacket?" James looks at my face.

"Yeah, sure," I say, staring at the mirror. At myself.

My face's a bit strange, I've never thought about that.

"Aww, you're looking at your handsome face?" James puts on his jacket onto me.

I look over at him.

He puts on my jacket. I giggle.

His jacket makes me feel safe and cozy.

I breathe in his sweet cologne (really don't know what it is) in.

"What cologne scent do you use?" I ask.

"I think cookies or strawberry cream or something. I don't know since I tore the label off because the guy on it was just killing me inside. I don't like his face, not gonna lie."

I nod as he grabs my hand.

We leave the hotel room, and onto the elevator.

Since yesterday, we haven't used this elevator because of... Well.... Y'know.

We step off the elevator onc eit lands, and out to the outside world.

"Oh my gosh, it's nice out here!" I say as I roll up the sleeves of James' jacket.

"Yeah." James can't do that because he's wearing my favourite leather jacket.

I'm wearing his soft, black jacket that's more of a hoodie. Still love it.

I shove my free hand into my pocket, as we walk trying to find a place to eat at.

Really don't know where to go, if only Mar could tell us. (Please, Mar, please)