Fireflies

The Problems Begin To Pile Up

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The girl in the picture is Renee, by the way. I am really excited to write this and I hope you like it. I haven't written an LBGTQ story ever so I hope it's good.
~Jane

Renne's POV
When I saw her walking down the hallways and my heart leaped into my throat. She looked over and smiled. I blushed, closed my locker, and ran to my next class. On my way there the bell rang. Shit. Mr. Kingsley is going to have a fit! I walked through the door and Mr. Kingsley looked at me and laughed. I was shocked.
"Please take your seat Ms. Martinez." I sat down and looked at the board. Open your mind. My eyebrows rose in confusion, then, like a school book, it hit me. He was going to talk about the bullying. "Fuck." I mumbled under my breath. Kyle looked at me and winced.
"Is he doing this now? This is the most shittiest time to do this."
That's Kyle for ya. He pretty much knows what I'm thinking just by looking at my face. We went through the same thing. Our school is not homophobic, but there is one group of kids who hate us. He's gay and I'm pansexual. We grew up together, so he's like my little brother. I just wish they wouldn't hurt him though. He gets the bullying 10 time worst than me. They actually beat the shit out of him. They just throw stuff at me, stuff me in lockers, and call me names. I get off pretty easily. But Kyle gets it so much worst. Our school doesn't have cameras for some stupid reason and there were no witnesses, so they couldn't help us. Mr. Kingsley began to speak. "As you know, our school is very diverse and we have different races, sexuality, and other things. But we do have one thing in common." Owen was staring now. "We are human beings." He contenued and I stopped listening. Finally, the bell rang and I ran out of class and outside. She was standing by her car, waiting for me.
"Hey, beautiful." She said smiling.
"Hey, Chole." I said, as we got into the car. The windows were dark so no one saw us. I leaned over and kissed her. She kissed me back, then pulled away, smiling.
"So my house or yours?" We had a project due in a few days for our LBGTQ support group at school.
"Your house. It's nicer." I said, laughing.

We arrived at her house and I pulled my Polaroid camera out of my backpack and took a picture of her. She shook her head.
"Babe, you should really get a new camera."
"Why?" I asked, a little offended.
"That thing is older than your grandma." She laughed. I playfully hit her shoulder and laughed. But the laughter stopped when I heard a familiar voice yell, "Hey, Lesbos! Shut the fuck up!" Owen threw a beer bottle across the street. I grabbed Chole's hand and ran inside. Mr. Kingsley was sitting on the couch reading.
"Hey, Paul!" I said, high-fiving him.
"Hey, Renee. How are you?"
"Horrible. Owen is still being an asshole." I said in a pissy voice. He shook his head. "I know. It's total shit how he's treating you."
I nodded in agreement. I plopped down on the carpet and Chole sat down beside me with a poster board and we begain gluing the pictures of us on it.
"Hang on. I'm going to put on some music." I got up, handed Paul my camera and winked. I got out my speaker and put on our favorite song. Chole looked at me and stood up. 'I didn't know' by SayWeCanFly played through the speakers. Chloe wrapped her arms around me and we swayed to the music. I heard the camera flash and smiled. I looked into Chole's eyes and smiled more. They were sparkling. God. She's so beautiful. I thought to myself. I leaned in and kissed her. I felt her smile. The camera went off again. I pulled away and looked at Mr. Kingsley and laughed. The music ended and he handed me the pictures and the camera. I glued them to the poster. Finally, it was complete. I looked at Chole and smiled. She's like an angel. I hugged her and looked at the masterpiece. It showed a good 9 years of us dating and another 3 years of us knowing each other. We've been best friends since we were 4. She's still as beautiful as she ever was.

A/N
I know this chapter isn't that long but I hope it's good so far. Comment on what you would do to Owen if he threw that bottle at you. Feel free to messege me if you have any questions.

~Jane



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