Trans Boy | G.W.

15. Ron

"Okay let's start the final interview," Shane says and he looks at me.
I nod. "Okay."
"Let's talk about how the viewers can help people like you."
"Sounds good." I smile weakly.
Shane looks at Andrew and he starts recording.
I look at them and wait for the question.

"Okay, so we all saw a day in your life and it was so sad... But we are sure other people are in the same position as you are. Since people are still homophonic and transphobic nowadays. Which is really sad... We might live in LA where people are more accepting but it still happens here. And I think that people maybe can help them. But like we did but with other things," Shane starts. "So how do you think the people watching can help?"

"Well a dollar is always really helpful. Or just give them food or a drink because I know some people are faking being homeless to get money, which I find disgusting. You can always buy them a small meal or something like that. Or walk up to them and ask if they're okay and just talk to them. Or maybe help them with a place to stay or something. There is a lot you can do," I say.

"You should take them in your house?" Shane asks.
"No, I won't do that. That's too dangerous but you can ask them where they are staying and maybe help them with a better or safer place."
"So not like your spot?"
I chuckle. "Mines safer than other spots."
"It still was horrible."
I shrug. "Still better than most spots."
"Aren't there like youth shelters? Where homeless teens can go to?"
I frown. "I don't know? Never heard of them."
"Let me look this up..." Shane takes out his phone and starts typing on It. "Yeah they accist."
"I never heard of them..."
Shane nods and gives me a look full of sympathy.
"So maybe people can tell them about the shelters. So they know about it," he says.
I nod. "Yeah. That's a good idea."

Shane nods and thinks for a second. At that moment the door bell rings. He frowns. "I didn't expect any visitors. One second."
He gets up and walks out of the room. I look at Andrew and he shrugs.
"Now I wonder how I didn't know about these shelters," I say.
"You want to use my phone so you can look them up?"
I shrug. "I don't know... I think it would make me feel uncomfortable..."
He nods. "Okay."

After a moment Shane walks back in. "Okay. One of my friends randomly came to visit us. Let's finish this up and then you can meet him if you want."
I nod and smile. "Sure. That sounds good," I say.
He starts to think for a moment. "Okay... So people also fake being homeless and all. How can you tell the difference between fake homeless people and real homeless people?"

"Well you can't really tell. I suppose. I knew who were fake and all because I lived on the streets and I knew who just left at the end of the day and go home. And I guess you have to look at the others around them because the others don't like them. But we can't tell the people walking around because otherwise they would actually hurt us. I saw that happen before... It was awful..."
Shane nods and looks down.
"But if you give those people, like food, it's not useful for them. But it is useful for us. So that honeslty is the way to go. Or you can give us a blanket or something," I go on.

The others start to get really loud. "Okay.. I think we should cut it here and maybe move on another time because the others are too loud," Shane says.
I nod. "Sure that sounds good."
"Alright lets go to them then."
We all get up and walk back to the others.

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I know. I know. I know. It's been a while. But hey. I'm here and I'm queer.
I just had, still kind of have, a writersblock and especially for this story. So if you want you can leave your ideas down below and I will look into them. It is really helpful for me.
I will TRY to update every week but I can't promise anything, sadly :/