ticcimask; bae-shots

six - girl

The skirt looked perfect on him. He really liked the deep dark of it with the light pink of his shirt. Toby smiled at himself in the mirror and sighed dreamily.

If only I was a girl... The teen caressed the dark fabric of the skirt gloomily. He looked again at the mirror and at the black sneakers and high-knee black socks. Everything would be different and better.

Taking a deep breath he decided to remove the comfortable clothing off. His hands traveled to the hem of the shirt about to remove it when the door flew open.

"Toby I need you to-" Tim standed in the doorway with his face empty of any emotion.

"What are you wearing?" He blinked confused.

His freckled cheeks couldn't get more red at the moment. Timothy, his forever crush stand in the doorway looking at him while he standed in those cloths.

"I.. can explain?" The hazel eyed teen bited the inside of his cheek ashamed and gripped his shirt tightly. "No, you don't need to explain." Timothy closed the door and walked to Toby's bed. He sat down and crossed his legs.

"What are you doing?" Toby asked and glanced to his wardrobe wanting to change as fast as possible in his usual attire. "You want to change?" Tim asked bluntly. "Yeah, maybe."

"But those fit in you very well." The older trailed his eyes up and down the small teen's body. "Why would you want to change?"

"The others will make fun of me." he looked down sadly at the floor and then at the ceiling still feeling shamefull.

"Trust me, I'll make sure they won't." Toby's face lit up some and looked at Tim with some hope in his hazel eyes. "Really? How would you do that?" Tim grinned. "You'll see." His heart was beating fast and his body trembled a little with excitement. Tim actually said that? He wasn't disgusted? "So, you going out? Dinner is almost ready." Tim standed up and walked to the door, opening it.

"After you, lady."