INDIE'S OVER AT my house again. She looks at her shoes as she says, "So...I had a mental breakdown yesterday so..." she drags out the sentence in a sing-song voice with a little bit of a shaky tone to it.
I place my hand on her shoulder, "sorry."
"Oh, don't be it's fine. I-I just need to tell you something but...don't tell anyone. Please."
I look at her playing with her pop-socket on her pink phone case.
The following day, I don't see her the same. I can't believe her aunt would do something like that. I wait for her to hop in the car. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, my aunt wasn't home so yay," she awkwardly laughs.
I must confess, "I also have something to tell you, too."
"What is it?"
"I-I'm trans."
She gasps, "Really?! I would have not known."
"That's kinda the point."
"I'm...completely like I dunno, shocked!!"
I laugh. She looks at me, "What?"
"Nothing. I just can't believe that you're trans. What are your pronouns?"
"He, him. I was born a female..."
"...and identity as a male," we say in unison.
"Yeah, I know. My uncle's gay. Can you drive me to Alaska's this weekend?"
"Sure, what time?"
"At seven. I'll ask my uncle because he's coming home tomorrow!!" She smiles.
"Cool."
"Yeah, it's cool because My uncle's coming back so I can tell him about my abusive Aunt, I and my cousin Nick are getting along now, and my boyfriend's trans!"
Wait, did she-"did you...are we..."
She realizes what she said. "No-"
"It's fine, I like you, too I was planning to ask you out but I didn't know how," I admit.
She hugs me. I can only imagine what she's feeling right now. Truth really is the answer.