Unlikely

Chapter Nein

     The doctors never said another thing to me after that. They were too focused on getting Ethan to eat. I have some sympathy for him, sure, but why can't he just take the damn food? It can't be that difficult. All you have to do is will yourself to do it.
     Marzia was reading a book. I didn't know which one, for I was too focused on her beautiful face. I have never met anyone like her before. She was risk taking yet kind, skinny yet lazy, and beautiful yet confident. I wish I was as confident as her.
Her sharp eyes connected with my own. "Well hello to you too, Felix."
Oh shit. She saw me. "H-hi skön. Jag älskar dig." Why am I so awkward when I talk to girls?
"I don't know Swedish, Felix, and you should be thankful that I don't." Thank God.
With that I focused on the TV, watching the news. The latest story? An actor accused of pedophilia.
"So tell me, Mr. Dawson, are the allegations true?" Asked the reporter, Daniel Keem.
"No, they're not. I just said some stuff and it didn't surface for about six years. It's pretty outrageous, in my opinion. It's kinda funny because I was molested as a kid, and here people are saying "oh look a child rapist" when I could never and would never do that to a child."
"Why did you say it then?"
"Because I thought , 'hey! This'll never resurface!' And boy was I wrong. All I had to do was watch what I said."
The reporter looked like a gnome to me, so I was laughing pretty hard. But the actor accused was very famous. He has starred in many movies and TV shows about conspiracy theories, and was an openly bisexual actor with a supportive boyfriend. So Shane Dawson opening up about this? It made me feel less alone. Because really, I just wanted a friend. And although I didn't know him personally, I felt like I could connect with this poor soul.
     "Up next: Harvey Weinstein, and rehabilitation? Coming up next on AZA news."
     "Weinstein doesn't deserve to go through that. He should've just been locked up!" Ethan spat. Me and Marzia looked up in shock. Who knew that Mr. Blue-Hair-Don't-Care has such a strong opinion about the #MeToo movement?
     "I have to agree," said Nurse Howell. "Women shouldn't feel oppressed by larger-scale masculine figures. These women were brave enough to overcome a traumatic experience so other people wouldn't have to."
     "Are you a feminist, Nurse Howell?" Asked Marzia.
     Nurse Howell shrugged. "No, why."
     We all burst out laughing. "I think I speak for us all when I say it's very obvious." I said in between laughs.
     "Breaking news: a hurricane warning has been issued for the following states on the east coast!" And it went on to say that Florida had a hurricane advisory right where we are.
     "Shit." If was the first-and probably last-time I had ever heard Mark cuss. That made me scared. Not the cussing itself, but the fact that a mostly calm man said a bad cuss word under pressure.
     Marzia looked terrified. So, I decided to sing her a song.

It's the same sound,
     Same sting,
     It's the same collapse
     Of everything
    
     It's the same slice,
    Same blade
     The same lie,
     Same old vein

     My weight
     My face
     My height
     My race
     I'm a mistake
     My weight
     My face
     My height
     My race
     I'm such a disgrace

     You're perfectly flawed
     You're perfectly incomplete
     Like cracks in the glass
     And faded photographs
     You're perfectly flawed
     You're perfectly incomplete
     Let them condemn
     Imperfections will keep you unique
    
     Nothing left to lose just try again
     Nothing left to lose just try again

It's the same doubt,
The same dream
It's the same sabotage
Because I'm the enemy

It's the same night
Same day
It's the same parasite
Feeding on the betrayed

My weight
My face
My height
My race
I'm a mistake
My weight
My face
My height
My race
I'm a disgrace

You're perfectly flawed
You're perfectly incomplete
Like cracks in the glass
And faded photographs
You're perfectly flawed
You're perfectly incomplete
A work in progress
Imperfections will keep you unique

A disguise of self-deception
Hides my secrets perfectly
I'm rejecting my reflection
Because I hate the way it judges me

Don't you do it
You're not even you yet
Don't you do it
You're not even you yet

You're perfectly flawed
You're perfectly incomplete
Like cracks in the glass
And faded photographs
You're perfectly flawed
You're perfectly incomplete
A work in progress
Imperfections will keep you unique

Marzia has calmed down. "You know, you were never the best at singing."
Her smile lit up the room as raging winds howled outside.

Chapter nein. Get it? Because of all of the anti-semitism claims? I don't believe them, I just thought it would be funny. Anyways, congrats on Felix proposing! And by the way, I don't live on the coast. I live in Missouri. Stay safe!
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