[S] He's the One

Elliot's family did this every year; they set up their camera and sat down for a family photo.

"Is everyone ready?" asked his mother.

His sisters walked into the room wearing their matching dresses and sat down with their mother. Soon followed Elliot with his brother and they sat down on the outsides of the couch.

"Okay. Picture time," his father said before pushing the button and joining the photo.

Elliot smiled despite how difficult the last year had been.

"I think we need to take a better photo," his father said, "this one has Elliot in it."

"David, you can't keep doing this to our son!" his mother argued, but Elliot was already out the door and they took another picture without him.

It was pouring outside so to get out of the rain, Elliot ducked into the city's rec center. The rec center had teen programs every day, so he slipped in almost unnoticed. A person with a purple name tag reading SAM walked up to him and gave him a warm greeting. Elliot looked Sam up and down. Elliot examined him. Sam had short, dark brown hair and gray-blue eyes. He was wearing a baggy t-shirt that fell just above the crotch, a pair of extremely skinny jeans, and a pair of sneakers. Elliot was very pleased with the man, no more than 3 years older, standing in front of him.

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Andrew woke up around noon and walked down to the kitchen for breakfast. His father was no where in sight. When he opened the fridge, he found a note taped to the milk.

" Andrew,

I had to leave early for my flight to California. Karen should be stopping by with groceries at the end of the week. I shouldn't be gone longer than a month this time.

Sincerely,

Jacob."

The house felt so empty without his father around. His father was always traveling for work. He worked for a large winery and did not pay attention to his son; therefore, it was easy for Andrew to get in trouble.

Andrew picked up his fake I.D. and went to the bar. He was there for only an hour by the time he was drunk and they made him leave. When he left, he started fumbling his way down the street.

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Elliot was just leaving the rec center with Sam when Andrew was passing by.

Who's that with the fag? Does he go to our school? What right do they have? It's disgusting.

Andrew wanted to confront Sam to start some trouble until a drunken haze hit him and he decided to sit down for a moment.

Andrew awoke hours later, sitting on a bus stop bench with a terrible hangover. Elliot and Sam were gone.

Needing a cure, he walked to the nearest coffee shop, fumbled in the door and ordered a large coffee. When the voice called his name, he smiled. There before him was this gorgeous girl with short, dark brown hair and gray-blue eyes. She had on a t-shirt that revealed her small, growing breasts clearly and slacks that covered much more than the skinny jeans did. On her shirt rested a shiny name tag reading SAMANTHA. It was the girl that Andrew had been so fond of seeing after every hangover. The girl that brought him a fresh cup of coffee with a great big smile, making him feel like he was no longer invisible to the world; she made him feel like he was more than just some drunk.

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The next week, Andrew stopped Elliot on his way into the rec center.

"Better not be going in there to see Sam," Andrew said sternly.

"So what if I am? It does not affect you in anyway. He is a nice guy and it should not matter who I want to be around," Elliot replied, making his way to the door before Andrew stopped him.

"Guy?" Andrew questioned, smiling devilishly.

"Yes. Sam is a boy. It is not very hard to tell with how he dresses."

Andrew started laughing, but Elliot did not understand why.

"Sam is short for Samantha you dork," Andrew snarked, "He is a she."

"Sam is not short for anything. He is a he and I do not care for your comments on this," Elliot said as Sam walked out of the rec center.

Sam stood there wearing a nice floral blouse and soft lilac jeans. Elliot could now see her small breasts that were not defined before in her oversized t-shirt; her jeans no longer defined a bulge at the crotch.

"Is there a problem boys?" Sam asked as they both just stood there.

"Well?"

Elliot started to reply but Andrew interrupted him, "No problem here Samantha."

And she walked away.