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

The End

I grabbed James and violently made e out with him.

Ok, so I didn't do that, but I grabbed him and ran straight towards the amusement park I saw.

My heart was racing by the time we got there.

And will I tell you about everything we did there? No, because I don't feel like it, I'm just gonna do a time skip.. shit who the fuck am I talking to?

---night---

James and I somehow made it to the top of a roof. I'm not sure if this is even legal but, it is what it is.

We laid down, held each other's hands, and stared at the night sky.

My heart was to a slow beat, as the night went on.

*PENIS!*

My phone went off. James started giggling as I took my phone out of my pocket.

"What?" I look over at him.

"Your notification sound is me screaming 'penis'?"

I laughed and replied with, "yes, James, yes."

"I can only wonder what it is for when someone calls you."

"Someone's worst nightmare." I speak as I read the message I was sent.

"THEY ACCEPTED YOUR BOOK!" The message was. Oh, it's from Mar.

"And what is this someone's worst nightmare?" James leaned over to look at my phone.

"You'll find out eventually."

I reply with, "FUCK YEAH!"

And soon, the years passed on, Lee's name was becoming more and more famous.

The Fuck Ups became more successful over the years.

With their new album, Life Sucks, Here's an Album, they gained popularity.

The more songs they made, the more people begged for them.

As if this was a blessing from God, the three of them became the next Green Day. Sure, they weren't the same, sure. But, they were a lil less hot than them, but people still begged for them.

They became the younger Green Day, music wise. Of course, the band was still alive, I mean it was only three years.

When Lee started Senior year of highschool, James has earned enough money to get Lee a gift.

Lee was confused on what the gift was.

"James!" I screamed. "Why are you signing papers? Why is my gift nearly 10k? What are you doing?"

My questions could go on.

Soon, it reared towards the day of our concert.

"James!" I yelled as I adjusted my tie. My guitar tie, the tie that loads of people love. "Are you ready?"

I adjusted myself, making sure I looked as punk and rock as fucking possible.

James walked in, and shoved a hat on my head.

It was a hat of a lil unicorn.

I smiled. The hat I made a couple years ago.

James wrapped his arms around me, and kissed my cheek.

"Ready?" He mumbled.

I look at his face. "Of course I'm ready."

Kill walked in, winked, and gestured us towards him. Why did he wink?