Trans Boy | G.W.

6. Garrett

In the corner of my eye I see Morgan with the food. She signs to me to come. I sneak off to her. Ron gives me a questioning look and I lay my finger on my lips.

"I got the food," Morgan says when I'm close.
"Okay, we need to sneak it to them without them noticing it."
"Let's eat some right now."
We get our food and start to eat it.
Ron sees it and goes to us.
"Here," Morgan says and she gives him some food.
"Thank you so much," he says with a smile while taking it.
"No problem."

Ron is so thankful for everything. It is really cute to see. I smile automatically. Ron opens the food and carefully takes a bite. His eyes widen a little.
"This is so good," he says so happy and satisfied.
"I know," Morgan says. "I got it tattood on my lip." She shows him the lip tattoo.
He laughs, "that's amazing."
We all start to eat our food.

Shane walks over to us and gasps. "You guys seriously just got Chipotle?" He says disappointed.
"We are hungry. And I wanted Chipotle," I say.
Andrew is with him recording everything.
"Do you want some?" I ask him.
He laughs, "no. Thank you."
"And we wanted to give Ron a good meal," Morgan says.
Shane looks at Ron who is really enjoying his food.
"Okay fine. Just don't do this again. We're going to eat that other food."
Shane walks back to Ryland and they get their food and walk back to us.

After we all ate something Ron tells us what he does next.
"I normally go to my sleeping place. Because it can get really dangerous around here. It's saver there."
"Are you ever hurt here?" I ask him.
He nods and shows me his scar on his arm. "A transphobic dude cut my arm."
I gasp, "oh my god..."
He nods, "it hurt so badly. I thought I was going to die. But a random girl took me to the hospital and paid for me to get stitches and some care."
"At least some people are nice then."
"Like you guys," he smiles at us.

We get up and throw away our trash. Then Ron shows us the way to his sleeping spot.
"Can you guys not show the complete way how to get there? I don't want bad people to go to the place," he says while looking at Andrew. He is recording right now.
"Sure. We can turn the cameras off now if you want?"
He nods, "please."
The camera gets off and we just walk to the place he stays.

When we arrive there I am shocked. It looks a mess. It is dangerous to live and it smells horrible. Ron shows us his 'bed' what is a box with a blanket and I can't take it so I walk outside with Andrew.

He starts recording. "This isn't where a 25-year-old should be spending his time," I say.
"Or even a person at all. This place looks like it can collapse any second and it smells horrible. His bed isn't even a bed. It's a box." I start to cry and sit down. "I'm sorry. This is just so horrible."

Shane comes to us and sees me crying. He sits down next to me and wraps an arm around my shoulder. "This is so hard to see," I say to him.
"This is literally his place where he sleep," Shane says. "I can't believe it. I don't want to believe it."
"I want to bring him to my place so he can stay with me," I say serious.
"Me too. But we can't."
"Why not? I have the place for it."
"We don't know how dangerous he is."

"Does he look dangerous to you? He is so sweet and nice, Shane. He is everything but a bad person."
"I know. I don't know if it's only me, but it kind of feels like he is in the Squad. His personality fits in so good."
"I know. His personality is amazing. It's adorable."
"Should we go back inside?"
I nod and whipe away the, now, dry tears.