Gender Fuck // LGBTQ

"Hey..."

Jazz was hopeless. He knew his dad was a man of word, if he told him to leave, he had to leave. He never lied.
Sean tried to convince Marcus, but he could do nothing.

Jazz had no other place to stay. Mr Stephan had already told all the family about it, and the only person who accepted it was Jazz's aunt who lived in Australia, and there was absolutely NO WAY that he could travel to Australia. Even Winston asked his parents if Jazz could stay with them, but his mom totally denied the opportunity, saying he would make him weird.

So sad little Jazz had nowhere to stay. The street was his only option, so that's were he went. His father gave him enough money to survive one week, so he needed a job urgently, one he had never needed in his 17 years of life. Jazz had no experience in any job, but something like a fast food restaurant could maybe work. Sean had offered him a place in Subway, as he already worked there and had an awesome reputation, but he declined. Finding a job was his job... If that makes sense.

With a small backpack with clothes, books, headphones, his phone and charger, he left his house and headed into the streets of Manchester, full of hope.

*Time skip*

It had been 2 days sleeping in the subway with other homeless people. He bought cheap food that sometimes gave him food poisoning, and he was getting scared. That was the lowest point in his life, even if there weren't bullies and blood, he still was miserable. Jazz needed a good shelter, NOW. So he grabbed his stuff and walked through the streets of Manchester, looking for anything or anyone helpful.

"Hey..." he heard a voice coming from a place near him.
Jazz continued walking, but someone stopped him. It was a slightly taller girl with red, short hair and beautiful green eyes.

"What is a sexy boy like you doing alone?" Jazz raised his eyebrows to a point that they had never reached before.

"W- what?" the red headed put her arm around his waist and started walking, dragging Jazz along.

"Look little boy, you shouldn't be walking through these streets alone, some pedophile could do something to you."

"That pedophile being you?" the taller one laughed.

"What, do you think I'm like 40? I don't look that bad..." this time, Jazz looked at her and focused on her face. She had white, fair skin, like a porcelane doll, but she didn't look delicate. Her lips were bright red compared to her paper white skin.

"You haven't told me your name."

"Oh, so you want to know me?" the girl made flirty eyes in his direction.
"I'm Zoe, you are?"

"Jackson, but people call me Jazz."

"That's a cool name! Are you single?"

"Woah woah woah we're just getting to know each other for Christ's sake!"

"Well, so you like girls. And believe in Jesus, gay catholics are rare these days."