She Wants What She Hates ~ Ally/You (G!P)

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"W-What you mean?" I ask, hoping he ain't gonna say no crazy shit. He sighs again, "They ran tests on him and... turns out he has the same condition as you." I let out a relieved breath, "Oh, thank God." He furrows his eyebrows, "What'd you think I was gonna say?"

"TBH, Pops, I thought you were gonna say Maui was actually my kid." He chuckles amusingly, "No, nothing like that."

I chuckle too until the information set in. "Wait, Maui's intersex?" He nods, "Yeah. He's got more X chromosomes than Y." I raise my eyebrows, "Are ya gonna tell him?" He thinks for a bit, "I honestly don't know. What'd you think?"

I stuff a hand in my pocket, the other running through my mess of hair, "Let him decide. I mean, you let me be whatever I was happy with." He looks over at the direction of Maui's room before looking back at me.

"You're right. Let's go back and check in on him."

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Maui and Dad went home an hour later and I returned to the girls' house. Just as I was going to lie back down, I hear someone come downstairs. I quickly lay down and close my eyes, pretending I was asleep.

"Dumbass, I heard you coming in. I know you're up," a familiar raspy voice says. I lift my head and squint in the darkness. "Caught," I suck my teeth, sitting all the way up. "Mornin'," I say cheerfully. "I'm gonna cut right to the chase, Johnson," she says with a bite in her tone.

Damn, who pissed in her cereal?

She sits across from me, leaning over and turning on the lamp. The expression on her face was enough to kill a nigga, forreal. I'ma be honest, my dick's a little scared since she told me before that she'd do some harm to my "little homie".

"What you talm 'bout?" I say, trying to hide the fear in my voice. She squints at me, putting her elbows on her knees and folding her hands in front of her face. "You made Ally cry," she says. "When?" I ask, genuinely confused.

Her glare gets darker and I all but pissed myself. "I should slap the shit out of you. And it's taking everything in me not to," she practically growls. "Nah, I'm for real," I insist. She just stares at me and I stare back, still confused as I play back these last few days.

Oh, shit.

I sigh guiltily, leaning on my knees and interlocking my fingers. "Damn," I say to myself. "Fuck," I curse again. I'm honestly pissed at myself because I could see a pattern. I am shifting back to the old me. "I'mma talk to her about it," I say. "Uh-uh. Hell no. You've said enough to her. Every time you two finish talking, she ends up in tears."

I knit my eyebrows together, making her roll her eyes. "I'm not stupid, Y/N," she snaps. "You've been hurting her this entire time and it shows. She's not the same. She hardly smiles, hardly left her bunk or hotel room. When we shared a room, she cried in her sleep, mumbling 'Why?' over and over."

She leans towards me, fire in her eyes, "She fucking loves you. Probably more than she's loved anyone including Troy. You made her smile and laugh and she was radiating this happiness that lit up the world and it's because of you."

I hang my head, letting out a disappointed breath. "I ain't know I did that," I mumble. "Yeah, because you're so fucking stupid. You really have no idea how lucky you are to have Ally. How lucky you are to kiss her, to hold her, to be that shoulder she lies on, and that person to make her day with three simple words."

Her eyes started to flood, something I've never, ever witness. "It's like you don't know how amazing you had it," her voice cracks and she sniffs quietly. "Her last relationship fucked her up so bad; she literally came to my room at 3am, and cried in my arms all night until she fell asleep," she wipes under her eyes and looks up at me, eyes turning red.