The Lie.

Like My Soul

Alex's POV

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

Alice's question ran through my head. Should I tell her I'm female? But I love her.. But it would be the right thing to do! But...

Tell her the truth.

"Alice.....Yes. Yeah. Why not?"

Her smile lit up the room like the sun.

"Great! I've liked you for a while.. I just wanted to make sure you liked me too."

She pecked me on the cheek and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. There was no way this could go wrong, right?

"What are you thinking about?"

I returned my gaze to Alice's perfect, milky eyes.

"About how perfect you are."

Sure, it might have been corny, and a lie, but it doesn't matter, okay?

You keep telling yourself that.

My self conscious is a jerk. I've got this awful guilty feeling in the pit of my stomach. I know what you're thinking, 'Tell her the truth!'

But I can't. I love her, I really do. She's made me feel less suicidal and depressed in a week than I would have been in a month.

"Do you want to go to the park or something?"

I smiled internally. The park, that would be the perfect place to get my mind off things.

"Yeah, let's go, babe."

Cringing intensifies.

You shut up.

I intertwined my fingers with Alice's and we started out walk to the park. It was still a little rainy, but it was okay now.

"To the swings?" I suggested.

"But they're all wet and slippery."

"....just like my soul."

Instead of laughing, Alice crinkles up her nose and squints at me.

"Besides," I say, "we can flip them over."

She shrugged. "Good idea, Alex."

I awkwardly run over to the swings and turn them over before sitting on the tilted, taller swing.

"It's a nice day out."

"Just like my soul."

Alice snorted, "stop saying that!"

"But it's true, almost anything can be like my soul."

She raised an eyebrow at me and pointed to the grass.

"Fresh and living, just like my soul."

Alice made an amusing hum noise, and pointed to her shirt. Well, my shirt.