The Time of Your Life || c.b

Twenty

I took a bite from the cone that my ice cream had been sitting in only minutes before. Across from me sat the two siblings, my new friends. Bailey was in his own world, describing his first experience with sharks, or something along those lines. I laughed as Harley smacked his arm, shouting annoyedly, "You idiot, that never happened!"

Bailey snapped out of it, sending a glare towards his sister. Although they fought a lot, I could tell the two were inseparable just by the way they mimicked each other's tendencies and always knew what the other was going to say before they said it. It was amusing to watch the way they bickered, I didn't even need to talk.

Suddenly, Bailey turned to me. "So, Agnes. Tell us about yourself. What's your favorite complimentary color? If you could be any famous person who would you be? Elsa or Anna? Batman or Spider-Man?" he rambled, not taking a breath until after Spider-Man.

"Bailey, you're so freaking weird. Give her some real questions like where she came from or if she has a car and if I can steal it," Harley scolded her brother.

I chuckled. Surprisingly, I knew how to answer each and every one of both of their questions. So, like a good friend, I did. "My favorite complimentary color is orange, and I would definitely be Emma Watson; I would love to be Hermione. Anna, and Spider-Man, no question," I answered in one breath, the same way Bailey had asked. "Oh, and yes I do have a car, and no you can't steal it."

Harley had turned to me with shock and amazement evident on her flawless features. Bailey smirked and clapped with amusement. I raised an eyebrow and gave them both my own smirk.

"Nobody has ever answered Bailey seriously when he asked that." Harley gawked. I giggled and glanced between the two trouble-makers.

"Easy questions, really." I replied.

"Okay, but why Spider-Man? Batman is way more badass!" Bailey whined.

I actually did have a reason. "Batman is just selfish. He does everything he does for revenge, not for justice. He's just using his money. Killing bad guys because they killed your parents isn't the same thing as saving the city. Spider-Man is not only funnier and cuter, but he's humble. He's doing all those things because he knows that since he has powers, he may as well use them. You know?" I explained. "Plus I have a thing for Andrew Garfield."

Harley stood up abruptly. "I TOLD YOU!" she shouted, pointing at her brother and dancing around the table. People around us stared, but I just laughed.

"But Spider-Man's doing it because of his Uncle B–"

"SH! You just don't get it because you're a boy," she stuck her nose up
and crossed her arms stubbornly.

"I still have a vagina, I can choose to think like a girl if I want to," Bailey replied, shooting a glare at his sister, who widened her eyes. I too, felt my eyes widen a bit, although I wasn't exactly sure what he had meant.

"Bailey," Harley whisperer through her teeth.

"Ahhh, shit. I just said that didn't I?" Bailey chuckled. "Nah, I don't care. If you're wondering, Agnes, I'm trans. Sorry if that was a bit confusing for you. I don't usually get this far into friendships without weirding people out."

I wasn't sure what to say. A congrats would be like congratulating someone on their gender, which sounded dumb. But I didn't want them to think I didn't approve, or something, which wasn't the truth either. Finally, I realized how weird the two were, and that clearly it was pretty hard to offend them.

"Can you tell me an appropriate and not-weird way to reply to that?" I asked with a smirk and a chuckle.

Bailey grinned goofily. "I've never gotten that far." Good, I thought, I didn't offend him.