You won't hate me, right? A Dirkroxy fanfiction

(this is a oneshot)

Coming out wasn't everything he thought it would be. He thought he'd pour out his feelings and everyone would get it. Or at least they'd shun him and leave him alone for the rest of time. But this wasn't what he expected at all. Bro hadn't talked to him in days. They had only communicated through tense moments of eye contact and teeth shattering door slams.

Dirk had been waking up particularly early since then. Scrambling to his feet to grab his stashed binder from under the mattress. Proceeding to the closet to find a stowed away orange cap to stow away his uncomfortably long hair. Throwing on a distressed tshirt and some jeans completed his fit, along with a pair of dirty black sneakers with orange laces. After some basic hygiene practices and a packed lunch he would be on his way.

Earbuds shoveled into his canal and steadily paced, he would often dissociate into a walking robot until he got to school. That was until she started hanging out with him more frequently.
Sitting across the table was a girl about the same age as him, with curly, pink coiled hair reaching down and out to her shoulders. They were neighbors during middle school and elementary school, but he doubted that she would recognize him after not only many years, but with his "new look" as one might call it.

"Hey, Strider ! It's been a while hasn't it?" She had inquired, rather excitedly. As though she had been waiting for him to notice her for the past few years. "Ha- oh uh-" gruffing your throat, attempting to deepen it as far as your body would physically allow you, "Hey ah- How's it goin', Rox?" Good job, cool guy, very smooth of you. "What's up with you? I didn't think you'd change that much in the last few years."

You hadn't exactly come out as proud as others have. It was more of a gentle wrestling of leaves instead of a gracious stride. When the day had come you had written a letter to each of your teachers, shuffling to the front at the end of every class and scarcely thrusting the note into their hands before having to explain yourself. This had led to calls upon calls and emails sneaking their way into your fathers feed. Which in turn became a heated argument in which you both said things you probably didn't mean. At least you hope he didn't mean them.

Oh fuck. Right, Roxy's right there. "Ha- yea- about that-" You stammered, grasping onto the end of your shirt and running your thumbs against the fabric. Maybe you shouldn't. Maybe you should stop while you're ahead. "I'm er- super into sports now, yea ! Ha I'm real gruff and greasy and everything else now- y'know?" That should hold it for now. She just giggled at you, like she could see right through your sad excuse of an excuse.

You walked each other to your respected classes, and had continued to do so for the coming weeks. It was nice, comforting even. Seeing somebody who was oblivious to your transition. She didn't ask any questions regarding your appearance since that day in your art class.

"Hey, do you wanna come hang at my house sometime?" Her invitation was warm, and unsuspecting. Some time away from the unbearable tension held between the Striders doors? That sounds amazing. "Yea, of course !" You had accepted, gleefully hugging her.

"Alright, after school we'll meet at the crosswalk, yea?" Nodding eagerly, you made your way to your next class and did so for the next 8 hours.

You two had met up at the crosswalk, and after some small talk decided that a sleepover would be way cooler than just hanging out. In order to do this you needed to stop by your house and pick up some of your clothes, as well as gently addressing it to Bro.

"Can I come in?" Roxy asked, unaware of tension held between you and Bro.

"I don't think it would be a good idea-, he's been really cranky lately..." You began to linger off, your ears ringing of the slurs and curses he swung at your infantile ego. Fuck him. You've got this, Dirk. You're almost an adult anyways, you are seven-fucking-teen and you're a trans man. Fuck that, you're a man. And you are going to tell your dead-beat, dumb fuck father that you are going to spend the night at your friends house and it's all going to be okay.