"That idiot, he should be here by now," I said to myself. Gilbert should be here by now. I saw someone walking up the hill to my house, it was obviously Gilbert. He needed to explain his last text me: 'You're a chick!'. What does he mean I'm a chick? I'm a dude, a guy, a male, a bro! He showed his 'awesome face' and I lead him to the door.
"What do you mean by 'You're a chick'?"
"Uh, what I mean is, YOU'RE A GIRL!"
"No need to get mad, and how could I possibly be a girl?"
"You have a girl's name, you have long hair, you have BREASTS, you DON'T have a DICK, you don't like girls, you like watching guys make-out with each other which isn't normal for a guy by the way, and you make me go crazy!"
"Eli is a boy's name, Francis has long hair too, these things on my chest are my muscles, dicks grow, haven't you heard of lesbians/gays, so what if I like watching guys make-out, and what do you mean by 'you make me go crazy'?"
"Eli is short for Elizabeta, Francis is queer, boobs aren't the same as muscles, dicks DON'T GROW, lesbians/gays are weird, guys aren't supposed to make-out, and you make me confused with my emotions!"
"W-what do you mean? Your emotions?" He turned a deep shade of crimson, almost the same color as his eyes.
"You make me tingle inside, like I'm being tickled, I get all hot and sweaty, and I start thinking about what I'm supposed to say. I don't know about this feeling, it makes me feel happy but awkward inside. I have an idea! We should do some competitions to see if you're really a guy!"