Meant For Each Other (Wattpad Version)

Sharing is caring

Coop

People say sharing is caring. I disagree. Sharing is stupid if it involves people discussing their sex lives. Guys at school do it, which is annoying.

Casey and I were at my locker when a few guys at school talked about which girl they hooked up or had a date. It's your typical locker room talk, except it wasn't in the locker room.

The guys left as Casey rolled his eyes.

"It never ceases to amaze me that guys still brag about their conquests. Who does that?" I asked as we walked to class.

"Guys who want people to think that they're getting lucky," Casey retorted.

"I think it's stupid. Sex isn't about how many people you hook up with; it's about the person you care about in your life," I reasoned.

"It's high school. How many guys do you know, walks around discussing love? Have you met the guys we go to school with here?" Casey questioned.

"That's the problem. I have," I sighed, making Casey chuckle.

We walked into class and sat down. The teacher walked in and wrote on the whiteboard. He finished then turned to us.

"Okay, class, I know you're all seniors, and the last thing you want to do is focus on some lengthy assignment. If you haven't read the board, that's your next assignment. I want you to pick someone that you admire in your life and tell us about them," the teacher said, sitting on top of his desk.

"How long should is the paper?" A girl asked.

"No paper," the teacher answered.

"Then how should we do the work?" A guy asked.

"It's simple, you get up in front of the class and tell us about someone that influenced your life," the teacher said.

"Can it be someone famous?" Another girl asked.

"No, it has to be someone in your life. It's not difficult. You pick one person you admire and tell us about them," the teacher explained. He looked at me and pointed. "Let's start with you."

I sighed as I got up and walked to the front of the class. I stood in front of everyone and glanced at the teacher.

"Pick a person and tell us about them," the teacher mentioned.

"That's easy, my papa," I answered without missing a beat.

"Okay, tell us about your papa," the teacher said.

I nodded and inhaled. "My papa's name is Mack. The reason I admire him is that he accepts me for who I am. He doesn't try to change anyone. He has no issue telling you like it is but comes when you need him. The man lost his parents, got shot, lost children, but still helps. He makes me want to strive for better than sitting idle," I said.

"What do you think sets your papa apart from most people?" The teacher asked.

"Because my papa doesn't pretend to be something that he's not. People accept him for who he is and never questions it," I replied.

"You can sit down. You got an A," the teacher said, surprising the other students and me. "In a few short words, this student was able, to sum up, a person and give us a reason. The person isn't famous or part of the scene. They are your average person. You," the teacher said, pointing at Casey.

Casey got up and walked to the front of the class.

"I can't pick one person because I have two people that I admire," Casey said.

"Tell us about these two people," the teacher said.

Casey nodded. "My dad's Gavin and Ty. Most people don't know that gay people raised me. People assume that parents are a man and woman, but parents are anyone that loves you. Gavin and Ty gave me a home and loved me in a way that most kids want - unconditionally. When I look at them, I don't see two gay men. I see my dads. They taught me tolerance, acceptance, and love," Casey said.

"Do you think you turned out better because of having two dads?" The teacher asked Casey.

"I don't think it matters. I think if people love us, then who cares what their sexuality is," Casey said.

"You can sit down. You got an A," the teacher said, surprising the other students and us. "Now, who's next."

I think this was my favorite class.

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Casey

I never got the whole sharing information with people. What's the point of telling people about yourself? Most people don't care, and others use it against you. It was a double-edged sword.

After the majority of my classmates spoke, the teacher looked at everyone. "Now you're wondering why I had each of you speak about someone in your life. The people we encounter shapes us to become the people we are. Sociology is about understanding people and identifying with them. It brings different aspects of people and cultures into our lives. I want you to pair up next to the person you sitting next to," the teacher instructed.

Coop and I looked at each other. It's a good thing we're cousins and like each other or this would suck.

"You will present the viewpoint of your partner. You will discuss them acting like them. Consider it a social experiment. Next week, you will present it to the class. Class dismissed," the teacher announced.

The majority of us groaned. So much for an easy A, now I have to figure out my dink of a cousin. We got up and left class.

"How do we act like each other?" Coop asked me.

"Simple, we do it our way," I answered, smirking.

"Will this get us a failing grade?" Coop questioned.

"God, I hope not because I need this class to pass and graduate," I said, making Casey laugh.

We met up with Larissa and went to the cafeteria. We told her about the assignment, and she laughed - a lot. We got our food and sat down at a table.

"That's hilarious," Larissa roared.

"I'm glad you find humor in our situation," I remarked while eating.

"At least your teacher does something fun. My sociology teacher showed us videos and used a textbook. The most boring class ever," Larissa told us.

"I don't care about the class itself; it's the sharing part that I hate," I mentioned.

"What's wrong with sharing things about yourself? You share much with me," Larissa said smirking.

"That's disturbing," Coop muttered.

I rolled my eyes. "I mean sharing who you are as a person. Who wants to know the boring details of your life? It's not like I'm the most interesting person around here," I replied with a shrug.

"Everyone is interesting in their way. People have unique things about them. Who's your partner?" Larissa asked me.

I pointed at Coop, who waved.

"Then this assignment should be cake. You grew up together, which makes it easier. All you have to do is switch spots and become the other person," Larissa reasoned.

I looked at her and rubbed my chin. That idea wasn't half bad. It gave me one hell of opinion and should earn us an A.

"I have an idea," I said, leaning in as Coop and Larissa did the same. I explained what my idea was, and Coop gave me a knowing look as Larissa smiled. It would involve wigs and a change of clothes. We would either pass or fail. It depends on the teacher.

After school, we went to a wig store and found hair that looks close to ours. Coop bought a red wig while I bought a brown one. Then we went to each other's house and switched clothes. We also decided to switch places for the night to see what it was like to live each other's lives. That's when hilarity would result.