Before I start this, I don't mean anything said in this. I don't agree with transphobic cis people and their views. I love each and every person x
Blake isn't Blake. The body he was born in isn't the right one, or should we say she. You see, Blake is transgender. Blake is actually Brooke. But no one really knows. Long story short, Blake isn't Blake.
She is loved by many girls, who wanted to love him but she isn't he.
The thought of coming out to anyone scared her. She wouldn't even come out to her family, or closest friends, George and Reece.
George. She loved him. His kind blue eyes that glinted in the light, his blonde hair pulled up into a quiff, his nice smile and cute laugh. When the brunette first met the blonde, she wanted to hate him, but couldn't bring herself to her command.
Today, everything changed. She had wanted to tell someone about this for a long time but was always afraid of the outcome. But today it was forced from his lips.
"Blake, what's up? You seem to be, thinking a lot," Asked the kind blonde, pausing in places to create a dramatic effect.
His neck snapped up. He looked to George, then to Reece, then back to George.
"U-um, nothing. 'M fine," he muttered. She wished she could tell them. She doesn't like secrets, she hates them more than anything else.
"He's probably hung up about the breakup," Reece laughed.
She, Reece, the brunette thought, she.
"W-what?"
His neck snapped up again. He's fucked. Beads of sweat formed on her head, her hands shook with fear. She could only imagine what their reaction would be.
"W-what?"
His neck snapped up again. He looked to the boys once again, shaking.
"Blake, are you-?"
"Y-yes, I am. I'm trans. And I'm Brooke. I'm sorry, I guess I should have told you guys earlier. But you know what that's like, wait um, you d-don't. Because you're not trans and I am,"
Reece couldn't take the truth. He was onto something but didn't realise it was this big. He needed some space. He rushed out the room.
George stood up from the sofa, pacing the wooden floor. His rough hands pulled tight on the roots of his soft blonde hair. He wanted to hit someone, anyone.
"George, I-I-"
George's hand reached for the closest person to him. He slapped him. And George continued to do so.
"You disgusting little boy. That's what you are Blake. A boy. Not a girl. That's why you were born a boy, not a girl," the blonde shouted, still punching the struggling brunette.
The brunette saw the light fade from her vision and closed her eyes. She continued to feel pain all over her body.
"Blake?" Snapped the blonde.
Her eyes wandered to the floor, then his playing hands, then the boys. She didn't know how to explain this to them.
"I-I am, I'm trans. I'm Brooke. Not Blake. Brooke. I'm so sorry I should have told you guys ages ago, but I couldn't find the words to. And I know, I'm a freak but this is me. The real me," explained the brunette.
"How long have you known?" Asked the eldest, curiosity filling his pupils.
"From about 15. I'm really sorry," she said, her head lowering.
The blonde lifted the chin of the brunette, staring deep into her eyes. He made a split decision and pulled Brooke onto his lips. The whole world revolved around them in that moment. They didn't care Reece was in the room. They pulled apart, an awed Reece in the background.
"I love you, Brooke,"
"I love you, George,"
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So that was that. Yay! I think this was kinda cute at the end but sure what do I know? (Love Ed Sheeran's new album atm, I had to)
I hope you like this, please vote and comment and I love you all x
