James and I walked down to our car, before I got trampled over by someone.
"Lee!!" They screamed.
I got up, and looked at the person.
"Wait are you-"
He hugged me, tight.
"Thank you for being awesome, idiot." He smiled.
"Thank you, for being awesome," I correct. Not me, him.
"Congratulations, and I'll see you soon!"
He waved off before rushing off to find his friends.
James and I got tickets to a Green Day concert, and we cannot wait!
But that's a story for another day, if I actually tell the story.
Go out, and have fun, my dear children I created, the demons, the trauma, it's all over. Your life is perfect.
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You're Like A French Fry (a transgender love story)
General Fiction((EDIT: changed the description!)) "you're like a French Fry, nice, hot, and when I kiss you, delicious." *Dramatic music plays* Will Lee actually let go of his mom? Will Lee become an author with a boyfriend or girlfriend? Will Lee truly love hims...
