Feliciano sat frozen on his bed. Not taking his eyes off of Ludwig, who was staring at the photo. A couple of times he tried to say something. But nothing came out. Feliciano moved away from him a bit and looked down. He pulled his legs up on the bed and embraced them. His eyes never left him. the room was completely Each second went by slower and slower. At this point, Feliciano had no idea how they had been sitting there. It was like the whole was frozen except for those two.

"Please say something," Feliciano said turning towards Ludwig. He lifted his head a little. Tears filling his eyes. "Please."

Feliciano laid on his bed. Staring at the ceiling. He played with his hair, which felt too long for him. At this point, it was only a little past his shoulders but it still didn't feel right. He played around with different lengths. Sliding his fingers up and down. For some reason, the shorter looks felt more right to him. Sitting up he sighed. He reached for his phone. He caught a glimpse of himself on the phone screen. Once again the feeling of uneasiness went through him. Why could he not feel happy?

"What's wrong with me?" He thought to himself as leaned against his bed.

The next day Feliciano walked across his school's campus. As he walked he caught himself staring at the male uniforms. There weren't many differences between the two. The main ones being the male students wore pants instead of a skirt and ties. Still, he couldn't help but stare at them.

"Looking for someone?" Feliciano turned around to see a guy leaning against the wall.

"Jason," Feliciano smiled and started walking over. "When did you get there?"

"I just wanted to walk my girlfriend to her homeroom," Jason said wrapping his arm around Feliciano. He laughed a little. "So how's the most beautiful girl in the world feeling this morning?"

"I'm having one of my moods," he quietly looking at the floor as he spoke.

"Sweetheart like I've said before everything is fine."

"I know," Feliciano said bluntly. He stopped after that. "I'm sorry. It's just I don't why I've been feeling this way for a while. I have loving parents, a good relationship with my brothers, a caring boyfriend, and the best friends I could ask for. I feel like somethings off but I have no idea what."

"Do you worry Alicia," Jason kissed him on the head. Feliciano smiled but held back a grimace. Why was it that hearing his own made him feel uneasy. "Everything will be fine dear."

Shortly after Jason said that they reached Feliciano's homeroom. They held each other's hands before Feliciano walked in waving to him as he did. As the day went by Feliciano remained focused on his classes. Still, he couldn't get those feelings out of his mind. Not helping was the fact was it seemed like his teachers were dragging on their lessons more than usual. It started getting to the point where he wanted to scream. After what seemed like forever, the day was finally over. He ran up to his room and collapsed on his bed. He turned around and screamed into his pillow.

"What is wrong with me?" He asked himself. His voice breaking with every word. The tears building up in his eyes. He proceeded to straighten himself up and started to take deep breaths. Gently wiping the tears away from his eyes. He walked over to his closet and pulled out some clothes. He chose a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. Like most things about his life, he didn't have an idea why he felt the most comfortable in these but they did.

"At least I feel a little better."

As the day went one Feliciano stayed to himself. He focused on doing his homework. Remaining quiet. When his homework was done he pulled his journal from under his pillow. He lifted the lamp from the nightstand and grabbed the key to unlock it. Looking over the older entries, almost all of the more recent ones mentioned the feelings of confusion that plagued his mind. And today's would not have the answer.

"Alicia dear are you alright?" Feliciano's mom asked as they were eating dinner. "You've barely touched your food."

"I'm just nervous about, a test on Friday," he responded quickly and quietly.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll do fine," his mother dismissed any concerns.

"Well good for you trying to keep your grades up well despite wanting to do art," his father said not looking up from his dinner.

Feliciano looked back down at his plate. He slowly started eating his dinner. Barely looking up from his plate. When everyone was done, Feliciano and his mother cleared the table. Meanwhile, his father sat in his chair while Marcello went upstairs to play video games. Feliciano didn't complain, there was no point to it.

As Feliciano cleared the table, a word on the television stood out to him. It was only there for a second, as his dad changed the channel. But it just long enough for him to see. Transgender.

"That seems familiar," he thought to himself as he walked into the kitchen. He gently placed the plates down on the counter. "I wonder what that means?"

He looked up to his mom, who was currently placing leftover food in Tupperware containers. He almost asked her but stopped himself. He focused on washing the dishes in the sink. He felt like this was something he'd need to figure this out on his own.

When everything was all set downstairs, Feliciano returned upstairs. He opened up his laptop. Carefully he entered the incognito mode. Just to be safe. Slowly he typed in transgender.

"A person who identifies as a different gender than their birth gender," Feliciano read aloud, super quietly. "Could this be it? Could I be a male? I should look into this."

Scrolling down Feliciano read over the signs of being transgender. As he read over them, it was like more pieces of the puzzle came together. How even has a child, he preferred wearing pants over skirts. He pictured himself in his school's male uniform. Even just the thought of wearing it made him feel happier. Looking at his hair, he realized that's why it always felt too long. The sweatshirt he was wearing hid his boobs giving a more masculine appearance. The list even explained why he didn't like his name. It was too feminine sounding.

"This is it!" Feliciano quietly cheered to himself. Tears of joy falling down his face. "I finally found it!"

"You've been happy these past few days," Jason said as the two of them walked across the park. His arm wrapped around his shoulder.

"I finally feel happy," Feliciano sighed and leaned his head on Jason's shoulder.

"See I told you it was just a phase." Jason kissed him on the forehead.

Feliciano smiled. He was about to say something when he noticed the large crowd of people around them. He remained quiet and just rested his head on Jason's shoulder.

"I have to tell him about me beings trans at some point." He thought to himself, looking away from him. "But is it too soon? Should I do some more tests to be sure? I'm ninety-nine percent sure I'm trans. It feels right. And all these people are around. Now is not a good time."

After a little while, the two headed back to Feliciano's home. They held hands the entire time Jason drove Feliciano home. When they made it back, Jason walked Feliciano back to the door. The kissed each other before Jason walked to his car. Feliciano smiled widely and waved to him. Sighing a little, Feliciano walked into his house. He could hear his parents talking to each other in the living room. He said hello to them as he started heading up to his room.

"Alicia come in here," his father said from the living room.

"Is something wrong?" Feliciano asked as he walked into the room.

"What is this about?" his mother pushed a book close to him. It only took one quick look for Feliciano to realize what it is.

"You read my journal!" Feliciano yelled. Looking between the book and his parents.

"You hid from us."

"I was hiding it from my brothers!" Feliciano gestured upstairs.

"We were concerned about you." Feliciano's parents looked at each other and nodded. "We had to do it. We were worried about you."

"And we are your parents, thus we have the right to." His father added. Feliciano went to say something but his father held up his hand. Effectively forcing Feliciano to stop trying and simply look down.

"Now back to this" His mother gestured to the still opened journal. "What is this about you being transgender?"

"I dunno it feels right. I don't feel like a girl. It's hard to explain but being a boy feels right."

"It's unnatural!" His father yelled. Getting up from his chair a little. Feliciano stepped back a little. "You're given a birth gender and that's that. You can't change it"

"It's a phase." His mother turned to his father who sat down. She proceeded to turn to Feliciano. "This is a phase. You may think, you are boy Alicia but after some time you'll realize your not."

"But I-"

"No, buts Alicia." His mother stood and walked over. She held out her hand "Now hand over your phone. You've lost that for two weeks and computer privilege for the rest of the weekend."

Reluctantly Feliciano took his phone out of his bag and give it to his mother. She held it tightly. Feliciano didn't look up at his mother.

"Now go to your room." Feliciano turned around and started heading upstairs. "Maybe some time alone to think will get those evil thoughts out of your head."

That Monday Feliciano walked across campus with his head down. Keeping away from any students he could. Still holding back that had started forming days ago. He kept his arms around himself. Like some form of a distorted, lonely hug.

"Alicia." Feliciano looked up and saw Jason standing in front of him.

"Hi Jason," Feliciano said quietly.

"What is this about you claiming you're actually a boy?"

"Who told you?" Feliciano said quietly. Jason held up his phone and showed a text from his mother explaining the events from a few days. "Listen Jason I'm sorry I didn't say anything it's personal."

"So you think you're a boy?"

"It's not a matter of if I think. It's hard to explain but."

"Alicia I love you. Or at least thought I did. But I can't go around dating some freak who think they're something they're."

"Huh?" Feliciano said so quiet he wasn't sure anyone could hear him.

"If you get some sense back in you, then come talk to me."

Jason turned around and walked away without a word. Feliciano remained frozen in place. Slowly reaching out for him. Wanting to run after him and bring things back to normal. But then he would be lying to himself. Something he just couldn't do.

"Ludwig please say something," Feliciano pleaded again. Tear pouring from his eyes. "Just something. Anything. Please."

Ludwig remained silent. He was frozen in place. His eyes locked on the old picture. Feliciano started to move closer but stopped. Instead, he stopped. He moved away. On the other side of the bed. Keeping his eyes on Ludwig for a brief moment before looking down.

"If you're gonna leave just go." He finally said after a few minutes. "Don't even say anything just do. I'll get over it. I'm used to it."

"No!" Ludwig said suddenly. Moving closer to Feliciano. Feliciano turned around, still crying. "I'm not leaving. I don't care that you were born a girl. You always have and always will be a guy to me. I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner but I couldn't find the rights words. It's a hard thing to talk about. I didn't want to hurt you and."

Ludwig stopped. He felt Feliciano collide into him. Tightly he embraced him. Slowly and gently Ludwig placed his hand on Feliciano's back.

"Are you okay?" Ludwig quietly, after a few seconds.

"Sorry," Feliciano said letting go of Ludwig and wiping his eyes. "It's just I hardly ever hear that. Most people just leave. It's nice to hear someone won't."

"Don't worry about it. And before you ask I promise this will change nothing between us. Ever."