Tell them to fuck off(adopted by B.U and D.W)

One

"And love is not a choice"

"Aye it's breakfast. Get your queer ass up"
Eh. I heard that sentence over and over again. It didn't bother me anymore since technically it was true. But they just assume it bothered me.

I got the nickname a while ago because I hung up the pride flag on my wall. Everyone immediately assumed. Homophobic and transphobic assholes. Of course it was ripped down by my very religious caretaker. Miss Leah's a bitch we all know.

" tell miss Leah I'm sick please." I replied, hoping to sleep in that day.
"Its adoption day. Though it wouldn't make a difference you wouldn't get adopted anyways" she shrugged and heading downstairs.
"Ugh fuck." I groaned while rolling out of bed looking like a burrito on the floor.
I waited there for a little. Waiting for my motivation to kick in though when does it ever.

I picked myself off the ground and examined himself in the mirror.
Long red/brown hair.
Boobs. Bags of fat on my chest.
Curves.
Though I was lucky enough to have a more muscular body. A deeper voice. More body hair than others. Legitimate somewhat facial hair. A tiny bit noticeable. A lot buffer. I was blessed from the gay god above. But it was no where near enough to pass as a guy.

I slipped off his pajamas and put on a tøp shirt with black skinnies and black converse. I put on my pride dog tag and hid in my shirt. I sighed. Here, everything must be wrong. Girls wear dresses. Guys wear whatever the fuck they wanted. As long as it fits for a dude. Relationships were allowed at age 15. Though of course it must be approved by Miss Leah. Heteros only here.
I pulled himself away from the mirror and out the door towards the cafeteria.

I could already hear the loud voices of the kids from the cafeteria. I turned around the corner to see all the kids running around and making messes. This place didn't do well on keeping the Children calm. They don't bother.

"Into your dresses ladies. Adoption interviews start in 30 minutes." The sickly voice of miss Leah came through the intercom.

All the girls squealed and ran upstairs getting ready for another boring day.

I followed a short while after because the stampede of fake and makeup was a little too much.

I walked up the dark stairs and into the room I shared with some other person I could barely remember. She was caking on a lotttt of makeup and made her dark red lipstick go over her lip thinking she could fool people. She undid a couple of buttons from her dress we're all given when we get here to reveal her breast more.

And of course. Today I wasn't taking shit. It sounds bad but every adoption day i am forced to wear something I'm not comfortable in and is forced to be grouped up depending on gender. Not todayyy. I look at the dress in the closet. No. definitely not. I know once I goes down there not wearing the dress I'll get punished right afterwards because i knows I'm not getting adopted. Though im risking it.

I looked through his stash of clothes i keep under my bed and picked out black jeans and a band tee. Specifically nirvana. I put on plain all black converse and kept my hair down. I now looks like a tomboy. Not a boy. But it's better than my other option.

There was suddenly screams and squeals coming from downstairs. Me being kinda nosey I checked it out.

There was a tall man standing at the entry of the orphanage that i immediately recognized as Dallon weekes. And of course behind him walked in Brendon Urie. The two men who meant so much to me.

Miss Leah came in and calmed the girls down and made them line up. I was still peaking through the edge of the stairs when MISS Leah said "girls where's Ashley?"
"The faggot is hiding back there" someone responded.

Brendon winced at the word and Dallon shook his head. Miss Leah thanked her like she didn't just call me a faggot and stomped towards me. She grabbed my hair pulled me towards the line while my heros watched me with wide eyes. Humiliation. Was all I felt.

She decided to out loud announce " Ashley! What are you wearing.  You look like a boy. You will not see the end of it this time."

All eyes were on me. Including Dallon's and Brendon's. They gave me a small smile and my heart skipped a beat. Dallon finally cleared his throat.

"Ok...."