Stereotypes

"You're not who they say you are, you know that right?" I ask him while cleaning his cuts and patching up his bruises.

"Of course I do.' Don't let them change who you really are' and all that crap right?" He grinned lazily.

How could he not see that he was so much more than what he says he is. He doesn't give himself enough credit. And i know it sounds rather cheesy, but when he smiles, the room instantly lights up and the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, oh my god don't even get me started.

"I'm serious. Just because some people only see one side of you and say you're a bad person doesn't mean that you actually are. God, i get so angry when people only see one side of the story and judge. Because Boys can cry, Girls don't have to be thin, Boys don't have to be muscular, Girls can like Girls, Boys can wear make-up, Girls can have body hair and Boys can like pink."

"You know, you're pretty cute when you're talking about something you're passionate about." He smiles. It was a genuine smile.

I think you're pretty cute too Blake and I really like you a lot. But I won't say it out loud, because there's no way you're going to like me back.

♀ ♂ ♀ ♂

Slightly cringey at the beginning (really cringey bit I'm going to edit it I promise)
& kind of cliché.