I started to fake date a girl, we both were in on it. We wanted to mess with a guy at our school and with the small minds of our small town. We hung out, held hands, walked each other to class, hugged and all that cute stuff.
Slowly, I started to actually like her. I blushed when we held hands and hugged. I walked her to almost every class. I wanted to tell her so bad but I really didn't want to mess up whatever it was that we had. I wanted her to be my friend, even if she didn't like me back.
I smile at her and look down at our interlocked hands. My insides flutter. She makes me feel so good and happy. She makes me feel like the world isn't collapsing all around me, like I am pretty and something worth being around.
I am not so good with words, at least not speaking them. I know what words that I wish to speak out loud but I can never get the words out. Its like they get stuck on my tongue. I know what I mean in my head and in my writing but I can't actually say the words.
So with that mentality, I knew I wanted to get what I wanted to say out. I need the swirling and stabbing pain I got from keeping it all inside my mind.
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Chaos and Confusion
Non-FictionKit is your average 16 year old teenager. Good grades, some good friends, and spends a good amount of time watching tv. But kit is different in some ways. They are Non-binary and pansexual. Xe doesn't live with their parents, rather they live in fos...
