Wanna know what pisses me off? My name! Constantine. It's hard for my teachers to say, sometimes, even my own mother has trouble saying my name. My friends trip all over the two t's in my name, so they never say it right. Which would be why they use my nickname more often; Connie. It's funny, because as you're reading this, you might think I'm a GIRL. I know for a fact, that for the last 16 years of my life, I've been analyzing my own PENIS to see how big it'll get. So I'm pretty sure I'm a guy.
Simple and short, I'm an intelligent asshole, swift, cocky, and very much bad-ass, who has nothing better to do than rob the corner-store every now and then. Now, when I say intelligent, I mean honor's-intelligent. Yeah, I know. Pretty hard to believe, huh? But let's all face it, I may seem like a high-school dropout kind of guy, but I use ma' noodles very often.
I attend this shit hole of a high school, far down in the metro area of New York. And well that kind of stuff is MY business, not yours, unless you have my Facebook. It's a ratty school, in my opinion. It's clean, yeah, but the chicks are all sluts. They have no decency whatsoever, with their jugs floppin' in and out of their shirts. I wouldn't even say they wear shirts, more like bras. They've all got their business out in the open, and by business, I mean everything. Camel-toes, cleavage, tattoos right above their asses, and best of all, venom bites tongue piercing. Apparently in this school, the piercing makes you cool. Even all the guys have it. Weird, huh?
Now, the sluts may think they run the school, but I still stand on top. Whatever I say, they have to repeat, and follow through. If I do something bad, they tag-along in with me, and take the punishment that I deserved. No one ever called me a nerd, or a geek because I loved books; they respected the fact that I had a brain and actually bothered to use it. I'm almost never looked down on, and some say I speak words of wisdom. Like they even know what wisdom means. And even though I'm only sixteen, I'm respected by the young and old generations.
I'm well known through the dirty, ass-wiped streets of Brooklyn and Queens, for my smart-mouth, my charmingly adorable baby face, and of course, my wits. I've robbed so many stores for no reason at all, maybe 'cause I was too lazy to wait in line? Other than that, I have no real reason as to why I rob, and steal things. But I've been doing it since I was 3.
Looking back on my baby days, you could say I looked OBESE; luckily, I wasn't though. It looked as though there were tight rubber bands placed everywhere on my arms, and my legs, making my baby fat bulge. I had blonde curls, springing up every where on the top of my head, which bounced everywhere when I tried to walk, or graze my knees on the floor. However, that blonde later turned into a light brown. I wasn't like them other bald white babies, I actually had hair. Ultimately, yes, I did have blonde locks, which ran from generations throughout my mother's side of the family. She's Polish, ya see, and my dad? He's Colombian.
I was born, and raised in Brooklyn, and later on, we moved out into Queens. You see a ton of Latinos everywhere in just New York; I grew up with a lot of 'em. Hence, I learned Spanish as a young kid, using slang to impress the older Latinas. I do have to admit, I did have a thing for cougars as a youngin'. I'd never really learned the Polish language, so I'm still real confused when family on my mom's side comes over. They all speak the language, and I'm left there dumbfounded. But it's a pretty cool mix, if ya ask me.
So enough about my whole life story, I'm sure you guys will find out more, later. But as of now, it's the first day of being a junior. Oh, all the privileges, beating up the freshies, and the senior ladies. As exciting as that all sounds at the moment, my grades are what I'm more worried about. Yeah, I may be cool, but being cool won't get you a decent job with decent pay. I've already and always decided that my grades come first, than fucking around with the losers I call friends. Anyways, the first day of school it is.
It's five a.m., and the only thing to be heard in my house is my sidekick's alarm; it's playing a Maroon 5 jingle, right by my ear, so loud, my first reaction was to swipe it off the side of my bed. Landing on the floor, it continues to play the song, the tone of the song ringing in my head. My eyes open slowly, only to look out the window and find that's it's still dark out. The wind's blowing soft chilly breezes, in the open September weather, with the leaves dashing around in a playful dance. Cool, the breeze is, on my half covered body, creating a sensational tingle leaving me with goose bumps and a small smile on my face.
Not for long did that smile last, when the door opened with a bam!
My mother stands there in the doorway, with her tiny frame, and long blonde hair tousled in a heap of a mess on her head. She looks at me, then at my phone, still left on the floor to ring away.
"Are you gonna turn that off?" she looks at me, with eyes slightly closed, and her hands dangling everywhere.
"Meh, I'll get to it, just five more minutes?"
"You always say five more minutes, and those five more minutes magically turn out to be another hour," she looses her balance for a minute, and then tosses something to me.
"What's this?" my head, already buried into the pillow, turns to look at her for a second.
"I know you'll be mad, Connie, but he's doing his best..." she tries to smile, and walks away, rubbing her eyes with her hands into fists.
Puzzled, I flip over on my back, and find an envelope. A clean envelope, without any wrinkles, and has a very nostalgic scent. It smells just like him, and the inside of that old crappy house. I hadn't received anything from him, since Christmas. Now, that was a while back, almost a year ago. Shows how much he cares, to not even let us know how he was doing, or at least tell us what he's been up to.
I drag myself, and sit up slowly, with my back arching. The little lamp on the table beside my bed turns on, making the room glow with a dull yellow-ish orange. My legs fold into a pretzel, with my blanket covering my "johnny". I drop the letter, for a minute, on my legs, and stretch. It is only 5 in the morning; I'm still so tired and weary from the day before.
The letter sits on my leg, and for some odd reason, my hands feel afraid to move. Now, I'm no coward, or pussy, but hearing from my father means a lot to me. He left my mother when I was 8, because he felt he had issues he needed to deal with on his own. Truthfully speaking, he was a druggy, and he couldn't control his thirst for alcohol. It made me proud of him, to admit that, and want to change. But he said things he never came through with. What change has he made in the last 8 years? According to some older guys who know him, he just wanders around drunk most of the time, and looks for fights, and cries while he drinks. My mother thinks he has a mental problem, I never really thought of it too much, I just think he's confused.
It sits on my lap, and without further ado, I take the envelope into my hand and rip it open. Ripping the envelope into itty bitty pieces, the actual letter is now in my hands. Unfolding the letter seemed to take forever, only because I was afraid of what it said.
In crayon and marker, there's a picture he doodled, with mother, him, and myself. There's a sun, in yellow, and a dark grey cloud above his head with tiny rain drops pitter-patting his head, dripping onto his shirt, down his legs, creating a puddle beneath him. All the while, my mother and I are on the other side, where the sun is, the bright, yellow sun that has a face, smiling down on us. Our own smiles, the same as the sun, distracted by the frown created on my father's face. At the very bottom of the doodle, in small letters of my father's handwriting, said, "Happy Family".
Beneath the doodle, a series of paragraphs continue on, until the back of the paper. The second alarm I set for 5:30 a.m., on my sidekick, disrupts me from thought. I skim the rest of the paper, and leave it to rest on my pillow, as I get up and slide on a pair of boxers. Not enough time to read it; can't afford to be late on the first day of school.
Walking to the bathroom, with only boxers on, I frighten my mother as I walk into the doorway. She's dressed in a nice manner, with a skirt of a special name... a pencil skirt, was it? With a ruffled shirt underneath, red lipstick smeared onto her plump lips, and her exquisite blonde locks pulled back into an up-do. Her tiny waist looks amazing, as it extends into large hips and a huge ass.
You might find it wrong, that I see my mother like that, but for a 34-year old, she's pretty damn fit. Sometimes, going to the beach with her is a lot of work. Guys stare her down, wink at her, and slap her ass; it's more of a task to me - "make her look ugly so she won't attract guys". It's hard to accomplish that, with her huge green eyes, blonde hair, fat ass, and tiny waist. It's also very awkward; most people tend to think we're a couple. I mean, I'm pretty fit, I got abs, I work out, and she… she's just naturally young looking. I also find it impossible to have her take me to school. All my guy friends wanna holla at her, and/or get some piece of that ass, then; they ask me if I do.
Through the mirror, she can see me standing in the doorway, looking back at her. She smiles, and continues to apply her makeup.
"I'll be done in a second honey," she gestures for me to close the door. I pause for a moment, and look down at my feet, my huge feet, then back at her and shakes my head.
"You've seen everything, I just needa piss."
"Oh gosh…" she furiously puts on her makeup, twisting her wrist in every which direction, making faces at the mirror in front of her.
Slowly, as if in a haze, I walk past her towards the toilet. With the seat up, I draw my shaft, aim at the hole below me, filled with water, and take the longest piss I've ever had. Not a lot of people think about it much, but pissing is a good way to get rid of stress, the way it feels is relief. Getting all that jizz out, I turn to look at my mother, who looks back at me. With a smirk on my face, my head turns up to look at the ceiling, and I groan. What a wonderful feeling.
My mother shakes her head, and I know for a fact she's thinking about how weird I turned out, how I don't feel embarrassed to pee in front of her at this age. It cracks me up sometimes, the expression on her face; but hey, I'm only kidding. Out the bathroom door she goes, strutting away with her junk bouncing in a chain reaction. I move toward the sink, patting my shaft back into my boxers, and stare at the charming face in front of me. As I admire the beauty, I call myself; I can hear my mother's pumps beating up and down the hallway, most likely leaving dent marks on our non-carpeted floor.
"Connie!" she yells from the kitchen, all the way downstairs.
"Uh, yeah?"
"I made your breakfast, and left it on the counter. Please eat it before you leave to school."
"Oh, yeah, sure ma'," I cringe my nose at the mirror, and look out the bathroom door, and into the hallway.
"Are you leaving now? This early to work?" I yell from upstairs.
"Yes, I have to be there early, there're new workers who need assistance and I need to set up my room for them. Ya know, I have to have my room looking as presentable as I do," she laughs quietly among herself, and I can still hear those pumps working the hallways.
"Well wait a second!"
As fast as I can, I gargle some mouthwash, and spit into the sink. In only a few seconds later, I've started to brush my teeth; up, down, in the back, the backs of the backs, and finally, I hock a spit into the sink, and wash my face with cold water. Hoping that my mom's still down stairs, I sprint out the bathroom door, into the hallway, down those dreaded steps, which I've fallen down so many times on, and only a few centimeters away from her face. Taking a few steps backwards, I look down at her, and grab her by the waist, pulling her slowly into a hug. She's like a teddy bear, 'cept for all the excess fat, maybe more like a cat, a pet of some sort. Warm, tiny, yet very bodacious, and best of all, sweet smelling. I love women who smell GOOD, I can't stand some who smell like sweat; a women should be rosy, right?
Her small hands reached around my neck, and I can hear her sigh, that kind of sigh that lets you know something's been bothering her. Her grip grows tighter, and tighter on the back of my neck; I know for a fact, there is something bothering her. But I know better than to ask her now, right before she leaves for a joyous day at work, and work, what she really loves to do, to fill her empty time and keep her busy, busier than ever. It's common sense for a guy to know, that sometimes it's best to leave women do their happy things, than to confront them, and ruin all that happiness they had built up, right from the start.
She looks up at me, with those daring green eyes, and all I can do at that point, is to just pull away from her. Possibly 5 feet away, my mother stands by the door, while I scratch the back of my neck and barely manage to say, "Have a good day at work," like I used to when I was 6. She smiles for a moment, then giggles, gets on her tippy-toes, and kisses me lightly on the cheek. A force of bad habit struck when my hand grazed at the spot she kissed, and wiped off the smeared lipstick. My mother simply laughs, says, "I will," in her soft voice, and heads out the door. I'm just left standing there, smiling at the door.
Suddenly the home phone rings, and distracts me away from my happy thoughts. Still in my boxers, I scratch my crotch, then inches towards the wireless phone on the table near the T.V. It continues to ring, while I take a look at the caller ID, and in small blocky letters, it says Johnny L.
"Hello?"
"Yo, get your ass over here, it's already 6," I can hear a scruffy voice coming from the other end of the line.
"Uh, I'll get there in a few, I'm not even dressed yet, man."
"Oh, alright. I'll hit you up on aim, and if you don't get back to me, I swear your left nut'll be gone."
"Haha, like you scare me, and it's all good, I can live with one nut," he starts to laugh a bit, and soon it fades away.
"Well, I'll get at you later; Tiffany's getting on my last fucking nerves."
"Later man, oh, and tell Tiff I said her tits are still too small for me," I crack up a little, hang up, and leave the phone on the couch.
Dragging myself up the stairs, I groan loudly, and finally make it to my room. It's pretty messy up in here, my drawers are all open, and with possibly, stench ridden clothes dripping from them, some of my favorite books scattered everywhere, and used condoms by my bed. Surprisingly though, my room had a very faint smell of sweet lotion, most likely from Tatiana who had spent the night a few days ago. Haha, good times… But any who, I was only making the room look worse, if it was possible, by taking all of my clothes and dumping it on the floor. It was a total chaos in my room, and I couldn't find just one clean tee to wear.
As quickly as possible, I dropped to my knees on the mat that lay on the floor, in front of my bed, and looked under my mattress. Bingo! I knew I'd already had my outfit picked out and funny to say, by my mom. She said I had to dress appropriate for my age, and not like a hoodlum. Under my mattress were folded articles of clothing; a collared shirt, cuffs and all, under a light grey long sleeved t-shirt with a high v-neck, following a pair of black skinny jeans and a note on 'em. The note read, "Your sneakers are already polished and ready for you by the door," in my mother's hand writing.
Sliding on the layered shirt, I buttoned the collar all the way up, and finished up by putting on my jeans. Boxers sure did get annoying, having to stuff it into your skinny ass jeans, and the way it feels if it rides up. But that wasn't the only on my mind. It had already hit 6:30 by the time I was spraying a little cologne on myself. Johnny was probably pretty pissed by now, and had most likely hit me up a dozen times, but hell no; I wasn't scared of what he'd say. Who'd he think he was? My mom? I didn't think so, so alls I did was pat my hair back, my wavy, oh so wavy hair. I picked up my sidekick, fully charged, and filled with IMs from Johnny and some other bitches who're always on my case. Looking in the mirror, I flicked my tongue around, showing off my venom bites, than glanced at my ears. To me, they looked magnificent, better lookin' than any other woman on this earth; they were stretched, and I was pretty damn proud of them.
I picked up my favorite Northface: Hot Shot book bag, buckled myself up, and walked down the stairs to the door, with my book bag banging on the back of my thighs with every step. I skipped happily towards my fitted that was left on the dining room table; I picked it up, and put it lightly on my head. The way I wear mine, makes it feel as though it's not even there half the time, so if a real hard wind comes by, I won't be able to tell if it blew away. It's pretty stupid, I know, but it looks cool to me…
Out the door I went, grabbing my keys before I took a step out, and I walked my ass all the way to school. Honestly, I have no idea why kids my age want cars to go to school, not even to go to school, but maybe to just go to the park. I swear, this generation is very unfit, it's a disgrace. But anyways, my glutes are pretty fit, due to all the walking. Well, I don't live that far away from my school, but still, it's quite a workout. Haha.
The air outside was magnificent, it was an air conditioned feeling out here, with the leaves all pasted to the pavement from people stomping their weight on 'em. Every time the wind knocked against me, I could feel the tingling feeling of goose bumps arising on the back of my neck. The sky was darkened out, it was still early in the morning, around 6:40, with the streets all empty, just a few business men in their fancy suits, dashing from street to street. I stared at the sky, the clouds, with pigeons flocking around, and halt to a stop.
There, in front of me, probably only 2 feet tall, stood a little girl dressed in all pink. Her rosy cheeks twitched, when she pulled a soft smile and looked up at me as though I were a skyscraper. This kid was so fast, as she grabbed my hand and had started to pull me towards a girl, who looked about 15.
She had white, no, platinum blonde curls- short curls, on her head, which was barely visible due to the purple pom pom hat-thing she had on. The soft-looking curls poked out of the sides of her hat, surrounding her captivating huge, bulging baby blue eyes, which turned to look at me. Her cheeks were softly blushed a pink, and her lips were luscious, perfectly shaped, to go along with a small button nose. With her feet turned in at the toes, she stood straight, and I guess, was waiting for the stop light to change. It was as if the time just stood still for a moment, and the little sunlight that I could recall, was on her; her tiny, frail looking body, but with all the right curves, stood there patiently. She was definitely a life-sized doll.
Her petite hands gestured for the little girl, who continued to hold my hand, to come to her. She just stood there; her pouting lips making me want them, and that attractive ass. On her small shoulder, her large sweatshirt fell, showing off what seemed like a bra strap. I couldn't really make out how large her breasts
were, because of that scarf she wore around her slender neck, but I could tell they were pretty small. Oh great, now I'm fixated on her breasts, lord help me. But, I continued to stare at them, while taking small steps, following the little girl who tugged on my hand.
Soon enough, there I was, in front of the cute girl I was dying to meet. She giggled softly, and smiled, with those lips, those perfect pouting pink lips. The little girl did not say anything to me, as she took the girl's hand, linking us all together, like a family of three.
"Mandy-bear, what're you doing?" I'd finally heard the voice of this beautiful girl; it was soft, delicate.
"Andy-dandy, I think he's cute…" the little girl blushed for a moment, as I looked down, I laughed a little.
"Mandy, I think he's too old for you, sweetie," she looked up at me, smiled, and looked down at the little one.
"Aw, Andy, you're such a bore!"
"Not to intrude or anything, but I'm not that old," I laughed for a moment, and saw that "Mandy-bear" had joined in. "Andy" looked at me for a quick second, then laughed along too, and started to swing the little girl's hand, which I'd started to do myself.
"Well, I'm sorry about the trouble, she's my little sister, you see. She can be quite a handful, bringing up strangers, and talking to inanimate objects…" she laughed, and I chorused in too.
"It's alright, I don't mind. I'm an only child, so I love seeing siblings like this."
"Oh, really? Well trust me, you wouldn't want a little one like this, she'll have you running everywhere!" she smiled, and smiled, and smiled some more. I didn't think I'd ever get tired of it.
"By the way, my name's Constantine, you could just call me Connie. And I never really seen you out here before," I glanced down, and looked at the little girl who was now singing her ABC's.
"Haha, well alright Connie, just call me Andy. And yeah, I recently moved here from Maine. It's a really boring place, and my dad was annoyed with it, so he just decided to move here… Of course, I didn't have an objection, it really was boring there."
"Then I guess you guys'll really like this place, there's new shit happening everywhere and at any time."
"I guess so. I have to admit, though…"
"Mhm?" I looked at her, a little confused.
"You're the only guy who's approached me as a gentleman. The other guys have just been whistling and smacking my ass," she looked away.
"Wow, well… you'll have to get used to that."
We both laughed, and soon, we were at the elementary school close by the high school I attend, where we left little Mandy-bear. She looked at us, waved, and skipped into the school, her light brown hair bouncing with every light jump she made. The both of us, standing there, smiled, and waved away at her, with people staring at what looked like "young parents". I smiled even more at the thought of us, looking like young parents.
She yawned, putting those delicate hands to her mouth, to stop herself from yawning and making funny faces. It was probably already 7 by now, and Johnny was most likely burning off fume by yelling at Danny. Poor Danny, he had to take shit from Johnny all the time, but for gods' sake, he could try to be a man. Danny was the youngest of us all, coming in at only 13, and probably the quietest, which is why he got picked on a lot. I usually stuck up for his punk ass, when he didn't know how to use his own voice, but then again, Johnny'd do something stupid like he always does, and probably hurt him. That wasn't any of my concern, but it still bothered me.
Around this time, I decided that it'd be best for both me and Danny if I got there on time. But hell, I was an hour late, so I told Andy goodbye, and left her on her way.
"I'll see you around?" I yelled; she was a few yards away from me at this time.
"Yeah, I hope so!" she waved, and smiled that gorgeous smile, then turned to look at the elementary school.
I really did hope I'd see her again, and get to know her better, and possibly, just maybe, ask her out for dinner. Once again, I may seem like a dirty kid, but I've got class when it comes to girls that I think are decent. Other girls like Tatiana, I just like to fuck around with them, and they like to do the same, so no harm done, right? But when it comes to Andy, I think I really want to make a good impression on her, I don't want her to think I'm some kind of asshole. For the first time, I just wanna take my time, and not rush anything.
Feeling a little lost in all my happiness, like a young kid who just got a gaming console they'd been waiting for all year, I dug through my pockets, and found I'd had my iPod, a case of cigarettes, and my treasured lighter I'd gotten from my dad. I pulled out a cig, and took the lighter, lit it, and stuck it to my mouth. With the cigarette in one hand, I used my other and grabbed the iPod. In moments like this, Mat Kearney was the man to listen to, his words just made you happier, and made you feel an intense feeling, and spoke to you, and understood everything. So on I went, with listening to Nothing Left to Lose by the inspiring man, Mat Kearney, which I looked up to, and walked joyfully to school.
School was only a block away, and all you could see were students on bikes, putting them away, or other rich kids parking their cars, and teachers saying good morning, teens saying their I miss you's and it's glad to be back's. It was nice to see, and hear, but then I saw that narcotic bastard, Johnny, standing there with the other bastards I didn't like so much, and it really harshed my mellow.
I puffed a ring of smoke, and inhaled again, and out once more, before flicking the cig onto the floor, and mashing it.
"Damn Connie, you lookin' mad fresh, ma nigga," I heard Frankie, but I couldn't see the guy.
"Haha, thanks? Where the fuck are you, man?" I looked around.
"I'm cool, so you don't gotta look at me, it's rude."
"Uh, yeah… you sure haven't gotten weirder over the summer…" I said sarcastically.
"Anyways, where you been man? We waited a fuckin' hour for you, and your bum ass didn't get here on time," Johnny interrupted.
"Aww, you guys care so much," I made a girly face, and kicked one foot up.
"It ain't funny Connie, so quit messing around."
"Alright, alright, don't get your knickers in a twist."
"Damn man, what the fuck is up with you and this language?" Frankie called out.
"It's called English, duh."
"Nah man, you acting mad smart and it's getting on my nerves," I could tell he was pretty pissed.
"Ah, fine, so I guess I'm cool if I act stupid, right? Well that's not who I am; I'm out. Later."
"Whatever man… By the way, you saw the only new kid at our school?"
"Nah, why?"
"I just heard she's fucking gorgeous."
"Oh wow, well uh, good luck hunting down this girl; I already got someone in mind," I smirked, and started to walk away.
"Oh really? Who?" I pretended I didn't hear, and continued on my way.
!
The sound of that sweet, sweet bell had gone off, and every kid and most teachers, hopped out their seats, and pushed their way out of the large school building. I, myself, had had some things to get to. So I took my time and dodged the running kids in the hallways, and actually made it to the main office. I had some papers on my physical exam to give in, only because my mother wouldn't make it. I walked in, and looked around. The only people in room with me, were Doris, a women I'd become real close with in the last few years, working behind the desk, and helping a girl on the other side of the room. I knocked on the desk in front of me, and noticed that Doris looked at me, and smiled.
"I'll be there in a minute, Connie!" her red lipstick, that has stained my cheek so many times before, had said. The girl that was being helped by Doris looked my way, as soon as she heard my name.
"Sure thang, Doris."
I'm pretty blind without my fancy, shmancy glasses, so I couldn't really make out the face of this person. But I could definitely tell it was a girl; she was wearing a whole uniform, including the grey long sleeve sweatshirt over the collar shirt, with the short, oh so short skirt, with black shoes on her feet. If only I could see who she was, but then again, I've got my sights set on Andy, and only Andy.
While signing something Doris set out for her, she dropped her pen which rolled a few feet away from her. I used this chance to get to see her better, and dived for the pen. Ow, I landed on my stomach, with the pen in my hand, and there she stood, her feet only a few centimeters away from my hand. I glanced up, and all I could see was her short yellow spirals, falling out of her green beanie as she looked down at me.
Andy? It was the weirdest feel of nostalgia; I had no idea it was her, the girl I was driven mad with lust for at first sight. I simply got on my knees, as if proposing to her, and held out the pen, hoping for her slender fingers to pick them up. She giggled, and took it with ease.
"I knew it was you Connie," she smiled, and lends me a hand.
"You sure have good eyes, I couldn't really make you out," I took her hand, and got to my feet.
"Is that right? Haha, I'll be a student here starting by tomorrow. I can assume you already go here?"
"Yes'ums, I do, and wow, I can't wait." I smirked at her, only to find her cheeks blush a bright pink.
"You'll have to show me around. This school is bigger than my last, and I'm sure I'll get lost real easily."
"Sounds good."
"You promise?"
"Yeah, definitely. I promise."
Doris called out to her; "Xander!" She looked around, and signaled the woman that she was coming.
Xander? Sounds like a name suited for a boy, but that doesn't mean I should judge her based on just her name. Names are names, doesn't matter. Heck, I know a guy named Leslie; pretty embarrassing, huh? But it should be the same with girls. I guess I don't mind. Though, I'd prefer the name Stacy, she really does look like a Stacy, or even a Tiffany. Without thinking about it, I dropped the papers I had onto the desk in front of me, and wrote my name on a post it, in sharpie; stuck it on the pile of papers, and walked quietly towards Andy.
I towered over her tiny frame, and looked over her shoulder, as her pink fingers scribbled line after line after line, on the document in front of her. She was so into what she was doing, she hadn't even noticed my hands that were slowly imprisoning her slender waist. It felt right. It just felt so right, to hold her like that, with her busy-body attitude working in the twists of her fingers, writing magic onto those papers. I bent my neck, and fit it into the space between her neck and shoulder, peering into the work she was so concentrated on. I could feel the golden hairs on her neck raise, with every touch I made.
"Ah! I'm done, Doris!" she called for Doris, who was busy putting away my physical exam papers.
"Thank you, Xander, honey. I hope you don't mind, but tell your mother I said hello, and that I can't wait to see her at the LGBT conference this Saturday!"
"Oh Doris, I'll make sure I do." Andy turned her head to the side, with her cheek smashing into my nose.
"What's LGJT?" I interrupted.
"It's LGBT, and it stands for Lesbian/Gay/Bisexual/and Transgender."
"Oh wow, you're into those gay rights thingies?" I bought my head up, and continued to hold onto her waist.
"Haha, how could I not be?"
"What'dya mean by that? You're not a lesbian, are you?" I laughed a bit, hoping she wasn't.
"Oh Connie, I guess you could say I'm not a lesbian."
"But it sounds like you're saying you're bi. If so, I'm totally cool with that. I have nothing against lesbians or anything." She smiled, and took a bit of a pause.
"That's great, but, well Connie… thing is…-"
"It's totally cool, Andy, I understand."
"You do?" I spun her around, and looked at her dead in the eye.
"Yeah, I do. But say, let's get out of here, and get something to eat?"
"Um, sure." She forced a smile, but I took her hand anyways, and led us out of the mansion-school.
Clouds drifted away, and allowed the sun some time to shine, as Andy and I were practically racing towards the closest McDonalds' joint, with her hand in mine. She halts to a stop, and it seemed as though everything stood still. There were no people on the sidewalks, just this little girl behind me, and myself. She let go of my hand, and looked at me willingly, with those cool blue eyes, and long batting eye lashes. I took a few steps forward and realized she had let me go, and turned back to see her standing there.
"I'm a boy, Connie!"
My eyes shot wide, as I looked at the tiny frame of what seemed like a girl.
"You're a boy…?"
