Ti Amo [Discontinued]

Two

Words: 2725

Warnings: self hate, trump, transphobia, homophobia, food, GOT spoilers

Evelyn promptly brought herself back to life, smiled, and retreated into her bedroom, where the smile fell off her face. She had to tell Maia about Christa, Christa was important. Not an emergency, but close.

But then Maia would think Christa was Evelyn's "lady friend", and would tease her about that forever, and Evelyn did not want to go through that at all, because Maia's teasing was relentless, and borderline nasty, sometimes, and Evelyn could be rather sensitive.

But she had to tell someone about Christa, the goddess that had walked through the door and was currently using the bathroom. She supposed she could talk to George about it. That was not something she wanted to do.

But Christa was still here, and Evelyn had nobody to talk to about her. She didn't want to talk to Christa herself- that would end disastrously. Evelyn would make a fool out of herself, call herself Aiden, be sad that Christa called her Aiden, then cry about it.

But surely Christa didn't dislike transgender people. After all, she did have a badge saying she/her on it. That meant she accepted transgender people, right? She didn't assume everyone was cis, did she?

Evelyn had to actually talk to the girl to understand her, but she didn't want to. She did, she did want to talk, she didn't want to embarrass herself. That was all she was good at, embarrassing herself, that and crying, and generally being a depressing shithead.

"Depressing shithead" would not have been Evelyn's first description of herself. That description had come from Joe, and, like as not, she did hold Joe's opinion in high regard. So she described herself as he had, because it had to be true. He'd said as much. She trusted him, even though she hated him. Because, when you love someone, you can never truly hate them.

Then came a knock at her door. A soft one, gentle, and Christa stepped through the door. Evelyn got a proper look at her, and blushed.

Christa had dark skin, and it reminded Evelyn of a model she'd seen on Instagram. Christa's hair was ginger, probably dyed, and her eyes were large, emerald green, open wide, and innocent looking.

Her jacket was leather and the lapels- who put lapels on a leather jacket? It looked good though- were covered in badges. Evelyn saw a Nirvana badge, a Fall Out Boy badge, the she/her badge, and the one that made her heart skip a beat. And it was not the My Chemical Romance one.

This badge was smaller than the others. And it was a rainbow. Not like a cartoon rainbow, although there was one of those, but that particular badge held a gay pride flag.

And, once again, Evelyn Taylor died.

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Evelyn found herself sat in between Christa and George, pushing a piece of pasta around her bowl with her fork. She was extremely uninterested in all conversation going on, because, of course, it had turned to politics. She hated conversations about politics. Her parents were Trump supporters to the extreme, whereas Evelyn would have happily voted for Bernie Sanders if she could have.

"So, Christina," Evelyn's dad began.

"Christa is fine," Christa corrected, with forced civility.

"Yes, whatever, Christa," Evelyn's dad told them all dismissively. "Who would you have voted for, if you were old enough?"