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~~~present day~~~

Roger's P.O.V.
Yesterday is when I met Brian even though I stayed in the bathroom most of the time. Eventually, John came into the bathroom, knocked on my stall, and asked if I was okay. I came out when he asked. I talked to him about Brian and I reminded him that's the name of my car. We both felt weird yet happy that we had a guitar player. Freddie also gave Brian's number to me.

But I don't need to worry about that now. That was yesterday. I need to ignore the past and look towards the future.

School is in a week, so I need to have as much fun as possible before it starts.

Should I hang out with Freddie and John? No, Freddie's busy and John has to help his mum with something.

Maybe I should hang out with Gwilym. Wait, no, he's also busy. What about Rami? Hm, no, he's at work. Joe and Ben? No, Joe seems too obsessed with Ben and Ben would probably think the same thing.

Cheryl? We've been arguing for the past couple of days, so I doubt she would want to come over to my house. The only choice I have is Brian and there is absolutely no way I'm going to hang out with him right now. How about I buy something for Cheryl. Maybe that will cheer her up.

I tell my dad I'm going out to buy something and leave. I go to a random clothes store and go to the women's section. "Cheryl's a slut," I tell my self. "Therefore, I'm allowed to get her slutty clothes."

I find some clothes that I think she'll like and I bring them to the cashier. When I'm in line, I see a section near called "Buy 1 Get 1 Free". I get out of line to see what's there. It's a bunch of skirts and shirts on a small rack. I find a blue, tight fitting skirt and a matching blue jacket. "It doesn't look like something Cheryl would like, but I sure want it!" I say to myself as I waltz back in line. "That will be £25," the cashier says. I pay and walk out the door with my bags.

"What the hell did I just do," I say looking into the bag. Even though I literally want to go and hide in my room and die, shopping for items mainly aimed for girls seems fun.

I go to a near by makeup store to get lipstick for Cheryl. I find a bright red one for only £8. A lady walks up to me and asks, "Excuse me, would you be interested in makeup classes for men?" I look at lady strangely, but I'm surprisingly happy she asked. "Of course!" I blurt out. "What the hell did I just say."

The lady looks shocked yet very happy. "People don't really except boys to wear makeup, but we're trying to get men interested," the women says. "Barely anybody goes to this makeup store because we appreciate men coming here."

She sets me down at a table and showed me the basics. She also shows me how to put it on myself. "Do you do drag?" the women asks. I give her a confused look before she says, "Cross dressing?" I shake my head before pausing and remembering when John dared me to. "Well, kind of." I say.

"You have lipstick on your teeth," she says pointing at my mouth. I look at the mirror and use my fingers to wipe it away. "Now you're done!" She says happily. I look in the mirror. I look like... like... like a girl! "Thank you so much," I say. "Is it okay if I take a picture of you?" The woman asks. "Sure." I say as she gets her camera.

"Smile!" She says snapping the photo. When the picture comes out of her camera, she hangs it on a wall filled with people in drag. "What's your name?" She asks getting out a black marker. "Roger. What's yours?" I say. "Lucy. Lucy Boynton," she says writing my name underneath the photo. I look at all the different people in drag on the wall.

"Did you enjoy it?" she asks handing me a tissue. "Strangely, yes," I respond wiping away the remains of my makeup. "Here," she says handing me foundation, blush, a small palette of eyeshadow, and a pink lipstick. "Thank you," I say looking at all the makeup she handed me.

"You don't have to pay for it. Now, what were you going to buy?" She asks walking towards the cash register. "Just this lipstick for my girlfriend. I think it would look good on her," I say. "I wish I knew what my boyfriend wanted," she says taking the lipstick. "What do you boys even like?"

"It depends." I say giving Lucy £8. "What is your boyfriend into?"

"I don't know," she laughs putting the lipstick and my makeup products in a small bag. "He likes mostly everything."

"Anyway, enjoy! Hope to see you again!" She says as I grab the bag and walk away.

As I get into my car I see Cheryl. With another man.