"hey briann, ready for band practice? i heard your favorite trump supporter will be there." i breathe heavily into briann's ear as she's talking to elizabeth, her best friend.
"you bet! 'my favorite trump supporter' and i didn't have a wall between us last night."
i smile. she smiles. hope smiles.
"oh hey hope! wanna go get some burritos and pineapple?" i ask, "briann and i were gonna go get some"
hope sighs, "i would, and you know how much i love those! but, chandler, the love of my life, just posted on youtube a 5 hour video. you KNOW i have to watch it"
"O.K. see you later!" briann yells to her.
briann is probably the straightest person alive. she'd rather die than touch a girl. hope, on the other hand, could never touch a boy. hope also has bright blonde hair and sags her pants, maybe that's why.
i walk with briann. "want to go protest at a women of color parade?"
"what! that's today?!?" she yells.
"yeah" i say
"of course i do! we can go after band, i'll ask my favorite trump supporter to go too" she says.
"ok." i say
