ᵘⁿᵗⁱᵗˡᵉᵈ story ♡︎ chapter ᶠⁱᵛᵉ I’m in the kitchen when the telephone rings. It’s the house telephone, I don’t own a phone. Max stands up to answer it, But stops in his tracks. “You should probably get it, It’s always for you, anyway.” I laugh. “Hello?” “Gabriela? Hello, hi, it’s me Erin. I’m really sorry, I know it’s your birthday But I really have to tell you something And if I don’t tell you today I might never Want to tell you again so can you PLEASEE come over?” She takes a REALLY deep breath. Classic Erin. I laugh. “Of course, sure. I’ll tell my parents. And I’ll bring some cupcakes, I don’t want them, anyway.” xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I ring the doorbell twice. “oh my god, Gab.” Erin drags me inside. “You took forever. Let’s go to the backyard.” She closes the door behind her once we’re outside. “Uhm, so what I wanted to tell you was- Oh wait, happy birthday gabby!” She screams. I laugh. “Thanks, Erin.” “Anyway, what I wanted to tell you,” She takes a REALLY deep breath. “Is that I’m transgender and bisexual.” Oh. Unexpected, but cool! “Me too.” It comes out barely a whisper. I clear my throat. “Of the bisexual stuff, I’m not trans. Anyway, what are your Pronouns?” She (or he, depending on what Erin is comfortable with.) smiles ear-to-ear. “My pronouns are he/him. Also, I like someone.” If there would be an ACTUAL definition to “she jumped out from where she was sitting” Now would be a good definition. “Oh my god, Erin!” I screech. “I’m so happy for you! Ohmygod, who’s The lucky gal, pal, or nonbinary pal?” She- I mean, he laughs at this. I apologize, it’s hard to get used to pronouns When you’re used to past pronouns. “Uhm, you know that girl in Miss Turner’s class? That one Elissa Thompson girl?” I drag him up to his feet and hug him. “Words CANNOT describe how happy I am for you, Erin!” He smiles, then gasps. “Oh! I told my mom already. She said she might let me cut my hair.” We jump up and down. “Girls- oh, sorry.” Erin’s mother says from the patio. “Pals, is everything alright?” We laugh. “Yes, mom! Oh, can Gabby come with us To the thrift store?” Erin asks his mom. He turns to me. “I’m changing my closet. To make it, You know, less feminine?” (A/n: I’m not saying that if your trans you have to change you closet style of clothes, that’s not what I’m saying at all. But Erin wants to change her clothes. You can be trans and you can still have feminine/masculine clothes. You do you!) “Of course, my love!” His mom gestures for us to come inside. “But hurry, the thrift store closes soon.” We run to the door, but he stops me short. “But, you’re still my friend.. right?” He offers me a fist for a fist-bump. I smile. “We always stick together. No matter what gender you are, I will always be your friend.” I walk through the door. “Besides, you aren’t the only one who has a crush.” He gasps and runs inside, following me. “Tell me who it is! PLEASEE?” I laugh. “I’ll tell you later, Erin. So tell me, Ms. Taylor, how did Erin come out to you?” She laughs. “Oh, I’ll tell you in the car. He used a note!”
