Freaks

::Nine::

I didn't mention Rosella or Bea, or anything about the Instagram post to Cole when he came over two nights after. He seemed happy to see me, and I didn't want to ruin his mood.

"So," he said, smiling as he leaned up against my wall and sat beside me in bed. "Have you got any guy friends? Any boys you like?" He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

I shook my head, blushing kind-of at the thought of it, but then laughed. "No." I scoffed. "I don't need boys." And here's where the beginning of 1/6th of lesbians and stereotypical feminism/ists come from; lying about not needing boys. I mean, lesbians, sure, they don't need a man. But ya know, most lesbians don't have a penis. What the hell am I even doing, thinking about this to myself?

"HA!" Cole laughed like a hyena so loud it almost hurt my ears.

I shoved him. "Fuck you, Cole! That hurt my ears!"

"Let me kiss them, baby—"

I scrunched my face up and pulled away, shoving him away. "Get off me, loser!" I laughed slightly. "Jeez, I've been stuck in this shithole for almost a week."

"You're lucky you've got me." He smiled.

"Whatever you say," I smirked, then elbowed him. "How about we go to McDonald's?"

"At 12 a.m.?"

"Yeah. It's just into the woods and across the street." I nodded, getting up and grabbing my black zip up jacket, pulling it on. "Won't take long. C'mon, pussy."

He smirked and got up. "I'm not a pussy." Cole slid his Vans on and we went out of my porch patio and jumped off after I grabbed my wallet. "You know, you're not that bad of someone who's going to a preppy school with stuck-up people."

"Me?" I coughed, laughing. "There's no other person that could hate their own school more than I do."

Cole grinned as we made our way to the woods and I started stepping into small muddles of pud and sloppy grass that didn't stick to the soil. "Well, you're just different and there's a lot of different people but we all end up in different places and don't ever see the best in the average, stupid, and wannabe people."

"I think you're pretty different, Cole." I told him, then smirked and laughed. "Don't even think we're going to kiss or something."

He shook his head as he barked. "Well I sure am a freak."

"So am I." I nodded slowly and chewed on my lip. Like Bea said, like everyone said. "McDonald's is just up here." I informed him, pointing north.

We walked across the street and into the restaurant, getting just a McFlurry and fries, sitting down and grubbing on it. "Cole," I said, "do you go to Verplancks?"

"No," he shook his head. "I go to Gigot High. We're the Gigot Goats! Baaaaa!" He baa-ed like a goat/sheep—whatever, and then laughed.

"We're the Verplanks Vikings." I groaned. "But you never know because it always changes. We were the Verplanks Vampires for two years, then the Vikings and a few other things before the Vampires."

Cole ate a fry. "So, can we leave soon?"

"Sure," I nodded. "I was just really hungry and held up in that house."

He nodded and then later put our empty containers into the bag and threw it away. We walked outside and across the street, to the woods. "Ana," Cole called. "You know, it's been a long time we've known each other."