The new kid stared down at her toes as she listened to the excited chatter in the room.
She wanted to say something fun and cool, but nothing came to mind from where she stood in front of the classroom, and her nerves ran amuck.
Naturally, one of the kids had to ask 'her' to sit with him as she was cute and so on; she'd have to let him down easy though it would probably not come out that way as 'she' was actually a young boy and really loved wearing girls' clothes which eventually his parents gave up on changing that habit.
Feliks figured that he liked girls as he'd had quite a few crushes from time to time which seemed to further confuse his parents and never had he seemed to like a boy like that, but then again, boys always thought him to be female and often times where very mean when expressing that opinion.
He quietly moved to the back where a brown haired boy was coloring and a pretty, platinum girl sat, paying no mind to the new student and a little bit away an excited kid was turned away speaking a language other than English to an annoyed looking kid behind him.
Feliks briefly wondered if he'd ever get confident to say what he wanted to when he was near strangers.
"What's your name?" The brown haired boy asked him.
"Feliks, what's yours?" The Polish boy felt the need to whisper back upon noticing the teacher go to start the class.
"Toris." The brown haired boy answered him.
"You're not going to call me a girl and try to get me to date you, are you?" Feliks accidentally let those words slip from his lips.
"I won't. You're a boy unless you want me to call you a girl." Toris seemed to naturally be pretty calm for a kid and very nice.
"I'm not a girl. I wish that there were more people like you in the world. My parents sometimes don't realize that I'm a boy either." Feliks muttered, "Because I like these clothes, people look at me as if I am a girl."
Feliks pouted.
"That's stupid. You're clearly a boy." The only girl at the table spoke up.
"You know too?" Feliks felt the light pressure of tears in his eyes.
"You don't really look that much like a girl anyway, not more than Toris does anyway." The platinum haired girl shrugged.
"Can you both be my friends since you understand?" Feliks asked them both.
"We can." The girl at their table answered as Toris answered, "Yes."
That was the day that a few five year olds met that would shape their lives forever; crushes were to be discovered later on on each other and a relationship would grow based off of that and last.
They were happy with childhood innocence though while many aspects of that innocence would remain, they would grow closer and more in love with each passing day starting from the day that they met.