A couple weeks passed like they were a couple seconds, which meant there was only a month of school left. Fortunately, today there wasn't really anything big planned, which gave Elias an opportunity to schedule a hair cut appointment for Logan. Though he has David drive him over instead while he did his own research at home. He was looking for doctors that were a little more accepting of people with different genders, as well as looking up the process most trans folks choose to go through.

As that was happening, David waited patiently as his brother said goodbye to the long ponytail he used to own, toying around the credit card in his pocket, something Elias gave to him before they left. To pass time, he texted his friends about his absence, and he's even read a few articles about transgender citizens. He couldn't imagine the struggles they'd go through, and it came to him as a surprise to see the statistics of how those people have attempted a successful suicide because of the treatment they'd receive. They're still human beings for fucks sake. Those thoughts led back to Logan. Does he feel supported? Their school for the most part was pretty accepting. Then again, there are the jackasses who get on everyone's nerves. But for all he knew, he certainly didn't want Logan to join those statistics.

"David! David! Look at this!"

The older brother tore his gaze away from his phone and looked up, completely surprised at how short Logan's hair was now. It was styled into a pixie cut, but still remained a little shaggy.

"Wow, that cut fits you pretty well," He laughed.

"It's awesome! And I love it! You think dad will have a heart attack when he sees how short I went?!"

"I hope not."

He squealed, "Ah! I just-..."

"You're happy?"

"Yes! It makes me feel... Feel like...?"

"Yourself?"

Logan paused, staring at David with the same exciting smile on his face, "Yes."

Logan couldn't go for a whole day without smiling, he couldn't stop looking at himself whenever he passed by a window. He had to admit, he's never liked himself this much before. It was almost as if his self-esteem blew through the rooftops. Some kids he rarely talked to even acknowledged his new look. In fact, he was so focused on his confidence the entire day that the hours of school felt as if he'd just finished the first hour of class.

Soon another class would pass by, the last one for the day as a matter of fact. It was Algebra, and Logan had finished his homework and for the remainder he drew small and creepy sketches. Just as he was about to scribble in another one, he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned around, slightly annoyed when the classmate behind him had a note to pass. What made it more irritating was that Logan already knew who the note was addressed to. Dylan Kennie was always one to get under Logan's skin. But since everyone's been calling him by his preferred name, this prick figured he'd dig a little deeper either just to know Logan's personal information or just to annoy the hell out of him.

When he grabbed hold of the note, the blonde immediately crumpled it up without a care in the world. "Dude, what the hell?" Dylan sounded as if he was even more annoyed, and Logan only looked back, "I'm not answering any other stupid questions."

"It wasn't a question!" He said, "Not about queery shit at least."

"Uh-huh, sure. You asked about the bathrooms I use, the surgery, sexuality. Must I say more?"

"I was only gonna ask if you're a dude, why do you wear makeup?"

Logan rolled his eyes, turning back around, "Does it matter?"

"Bro. Guys don't wear makeup."

"Why?"

"Th-They just don't. You're pretty much a 'fag' if you keep on wearing it."

Logan only laughed. Not only because that was a word Dylan overused a lot, but also wanted to make it sound as if he didn't care what this jackass. In reality, it'd feel as if someone burned that word right onto his chest. It hurt. But from what he learned from Elias and David, they rarely expressed any sort of negative emotion. No puppy-dog eyes. No tears. No other sort of wimpy behavior. Dylan added no other comment, and at the right moment the bell final rang. Logan's mood dropped as that word ached in his head. Until he got to the lobby where David was waiting, he forced himself to smile.

"Hey," Logan brought his brother's attention out of his phone.

David blinked, looking at his younger sibling before chuckling, "Oh geez. I didn't know it was you at first."

"Haha," From the sound of the blonde's laughter, David could sense Logan's uneasiness.

"Everything okay?"

"Um yeah. I'm just a little tired."

"You seemed alright earlier."

"Well you know school and all. My teachers gave me a boat load of homework and stuff, so..."

"Gotcha."

"Well, you wanna get going or would you rather stay here?"

"Mm, I was gonna catch up with a few guys shooting baskets out in the back."

"Seriously?"

"I'm joking! But yeah, I'm pretty sure dad's pretty eager to see how handsome you are with that new look."