Don't Be Perfect, Just Be Mine

Chapter 1: Munchkin and Brunette-Blondie

*Faye Bennette's POV*

"I think we should send them away!"

"But they aren't aliens, Mr. Seville!"

"Fine, we shall make a rule, a- a law!"

"I think a law is just fine. Good idea. Are you paying attenton, sweets?" I sigh at my mother's question as I press my cheek more into the palm of my left hand, hoping that if I do it hard enough, I might just be able to sink in and get out of here. My parents are a part of this stupid county. They all hate LGBTQ+ people, LGBTQ+ events, even the thought or slightest idea of LGBTQ+. I don't even know what their problem is... I mean, humans be humans! I fully respect and support LGBTQ+ people... it'd be real nice to have at least my mother agree with me. My mom and I are fairly close. Dad is always busy, cooped up in his office, like a helpless baby in his crib. He's either working at home or working at actual work.

I don't really know why I let myself get dragged into this meeting. Mom used to also bring my two older brothers along with her as well, letting us play in her office and treat ourselves to candies and hot cocoa. Jem doesn't come anymore because he has important fashion orders to fill, and Luka says he has work at the Seville Restaurant. I've been to that place once or twice, just to see Luka with Mom. I heard Mr. Seville owns that fancy place, and his family is wealthy. I've only heard of his two kids but didn't really care to see what they looked like or what their names are. It's not that I don't care at all, I just don't really know how to talk to people. Okay, I admit, I'm a touch shy... when I was younger, up to now, I was always hanging around and hiding behind Jem and Luke. I only felt comfortable near them. I remember watching kiddie cartoons with them both and telling each other our "deepest, darkest" secrets. Now, they're both grown up and have work. I come home from school, wait on the couch, watch TV, and wait for the late sound of rattling keys and the crunch of the twisted doorknob. 

I finish the rest of my homework from school and doodle on the corner of my art sheet. The pen runs across the paper, leaving blotches of blue ink. The smooth line interrupted by a [uncture from the point of the pen.

"Dammit..!" I quietly exclaim. Some of the people turn their heads and look to my direction. I look up slowly and pull the corners of my mouth into a small, sheepish smile, sucking them in a bit. I quietly apologize as I throw insults at myself. It felt kinda satisfying to disrupt their mean discussion on queer people. As I dart my eyes across the room, I catch a brunette and blonde headed boy, chuckling at me. He had his arms at his head, sitting next to Mr. Seville. I blush and tuck my violet hair behind my ear, smoothing it out. The brunette-blondie rises from his seat, pats Mr. Seville on the shoulder, and smiles at me as he walks out. I start smiling like an idiot, getting up from my seat, but trip over the swivel chair. I catch myself, smile again, and walk out, casually as possible. Way to play it cool, Faye. Good thing Brunette-Blondie didn't see my dumb stunt... I hope.

*Alastair Seville/"Brunette-Blondie" POV...*

"I think we should send them away!"

"But they aren't aliens, Mr. Seville!"

"Fine, we shall make a rule, a- a law!"

"I think a law is just fine. Good idea. Are you paying attention, sweets?" I watch as the purple-headed munchkin sigh and force her cheek into the palm of her hand deeper inside. I smile but look away. I've seen Mrs. Bennette's kids before, especially her daughter. My parents take me, excuse me, drag me to their meetings all the time when I'm not at school. It gets really boring and tiring when you come and go with the same information and discussions you've heard before a million times. It's starting to sound like pop is reading the same memorized script on repeat every time. I watch the munch doodle on her paper and space out. She's cute. This is probably the first time I've actually looked at her. Usually, I'd just listen to music, text my sister, or play on my phone until the two-hour discussion is over.