The Impossibly Impossible

Chapter 2

Fyre POV

She ran away. Not a word and she was gone.

Blue hair bouncing away in a terrified sprint for the cafeteria doors.

I always loved Tenors lack of fear of the world or people's opinions. Although most people asked if she was a "tranny" she'd just shrug her shoulders and say "to be completely honest, I have no fucking clue what that is" and walk away. What's cuter, she was honest about it.

I always admired Tenor from afar. I loved her blue hair and piercings and her style. In some ways, I wish I were her. Not cause of her style but because she was, well, a woman.

That's insane, right? Like, I was born a whole man. I'm 6'3" for fuck sake. I literally look like the poster child for a White Man™.

But I want the makeup, long hair, dresses, and painted nails. I want the curvy waist and tits.

Most of all, I wanted confidence. I wanted to be able to be happy with our fear of judgement. But that's hard.

I thought about Tenor and her petite nose, high cheekbones, and sharp jaw. I thought about her bright aqua eyes, long lashes and and the way her smile brightens up a room. She's so different and I love that about her.

After Tenor ran, I turned around, head hung low, and headed back to my friends. A few of them, especially Sha, patted me on my back and told me it'll be okay but I had yearning to go search for Tenor. I of course pushed those feelings down and smiled sadly at my friends.

I passed through the rest of the day, hoping to God, if there is one, that I make it through the day without another embarrassing moment.

I must have prayed to the wrong one because, at the end of the day, I ran into a blue blur, knocking them on their ass and causing them to cry out in pain.

"Jesus fuck, that hurt. What the fu-"

Before she could finish her sentence she looked up and saw me, eyes wide like a dumbass. I watched her mouth open and close multiple times before I finally spoke up.

"A-are you okay? I didn't see you there. I'm so sorry. I didn't hurt you, did I?" I must have sounded like the biggest dumbass because I swear it sounded so worried and scared. I bent down anyways to help pick up a few papers the flew across the floor. No movement, absolute stillness from Tenor.

"I-I'm ok-Kay." She stammered out shyly. I had never seen her like this. Tenor was always loud and confident, never scared of even the biggest people who got in her face. I, on the other hand, clearly scared her. "Are you... okay?"

"I'm okay. Chest of steel." I hit my chest with my fist two times to make a point. "I didn't get a chance to ask this earlier. I meant to ask you before you ran off but, well..." I trailed off.

She stared at me wide-eyed for a second before nodding slowly.

"I know it's a ways away but people are already asking others to it and I wanted to ask you because I think your really cool and I really like your energy and I think your cute and attractive and..." Tenor placed a hand on my forearm and I looked up at Tenor after realizing I had looked down. Her face was full of hope but also... fear? "Would you go to the Spring formal with me?"

I looked down instinctively, not knowing how to keep from having a full panic attack on the ground in the middle of a hallway.

I almost didn't hear her when she said, "yes."