Alexander

5

"Martha! I have a friend here." I called out, kicking off my shoes. "You can take your shoes off if you want." I said to Alex. She nodded, slipping hers off. I led her upstairs to my room, throwing my bag into the corner.

"Make yourself comfortable, I'm gonna go find Martha." She nodded, placing her bag next to the door. I walked down the hall to Martha's room. I poked my head in, seeing she wasn't there. "It's only us here, I guess. Want anything to drink, eat?" I asked, walking back into my room. I saw Alex standing near my art wall, staring.

"Are you bi or pan?" She asked.

"I-what?"

"Bi or pan. You." She pointed at a picture of two guys holding hands that I drew.

"Oh. I'm kinda questioning. I think I'm straight." Her face dropped for a minute.

"Can I use the bathroom?" She asked.

"Yeah, of course! Down the hall, last door on the right." She nodded.

Alex's POV

I stumbled down the hallway, doing my best to keep the tears in my eyes at bay. Of course he was straight. Of course. I locked the bathroom door behind me, staring in the mirror.

Stupid boobs. Stupid round face. Stupid curves. Stupid hair.

I stood there, finding everything that was wrong with my body.

Maybe if you were just born as a boy this would've made everything easier. Maybe if you were dead you would make everything easier.

John's POV

Alex came out of the bathroom, frowning. She plopped onto my bed, tucking her legs under her.

"Hi," She looked at me. "Hey." I smiled at her, moving towards my bed. "Can I sit here?" I asked, motioning to a spot on the bed. She nodded.

"You good?" She nodded again.

"Alright. Wanna watch a movie?"

"Can..can we watch Heathers?"

"Oh my God! You like Heathers too?" I squealed. She smiled.

"Yeah, and I assume you do too?" I nodded, getting the movie pulled up.

"How are you not gay?" A whisper. It was so quiet that I wasn't sure I had actually heard it.