The Impossibly Impossible

Chapter 1

Tenor POV

I never really understood much about myself. I was different than most and never really understood other people. People never really understood me either. I never liked my hair long, never wanted to wear makeup nor did I enjoy the idea of being feminine in any respect.

I don't hate feminine things nor being a woman per say but don't necessarily like it either. I figured I'd figure it out one day even if it doesn't make sense now.

I guess I always found joy in people questioning whether I was female or male but I don't think much on it after the fact, it didn't really strike me as odd.

The one thing that does strike me as odd is people's weird glances and second takes at how I look. Bright blue hair with the sides gone, large gauges, a few piercings and some punk clothing and all of a sudden twenty people are giving you scrutinizing glares and concerned glances.

If you met my parents, you know I was wildly different from them. How I ended up their child still confuses me to this day and I don't want to hear the "when a man and woman love each other" speech ever again or I swear I will tear my ears off and take my eardrums with them.

Today was different, like scene right out of one of those nasty sitcom romance movies. There he was, red hair that curled around his temples with his dark roots poking from underneath, beautiful blue eyes that you could drown in and strong, broad shoulder mounted on a thick hunk of 6'3" mouth watering gorgeousness. Normally, I'm the type to stare at a chicks ass and tits and not bat an eye when commenting on how hot they are, women are hot.

But him? I can't even talk about him without fumbling my words.

Most people wouldn't find him attractive. Partly because he is on the heavier side and his personality is so soft spoken and quiet compared to his sheer height and also the fact that his waist dips in a little bit more femininely or even that his smile is crooked. But to me, he was the most gorgeous person in the world, flaws and all.

That day, he walked up to me, all shy and quiet, and barely said a word before I looked at him, wide eyed and scared before I ran the other direction.

Where were we when this happened? In the middle of the cafeteria. Smart, right?
Left him standing there looking hurt because my shy ass can't talk to him.

Way to go Tenor. Smart

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Hey guys!!! This is very different from my old stories. As much as I would love to finish them, they don't fit with my current writing style or interests and feeding a toxic mindset like ships isn't part of who I am anymore. I want to write more stories that have original characters and have a meaning behind them. I hope you guys enjoy this story!

~Alex