That evening, Fillmore and Ingrid were in his room after having had dinner with his parents.
"Dinner here sure is amazing," said Ingrid while lying on the bed.
"Mom and dad put a lot of work into it since you would be coming over, they love it when you stay for dinner" said Fillmore as he sat in his desk chair backwards. Silence then fell onto them for a minute as Ingrid realized that Fillmore looked like his mind was elsewhere.
"Hey, did you really mean what you said to Simon?" asked Ingrid.
"About feeling the same as him?" asked Fillmore.
"Because yeah, I did mean that," he said while getting out of the chair and walking over to the bed where he plopped down.
"Difference is though I still have people beside me who don't just see one part of who I am," said Fillmore
"Seems like most people can only see just one part of another somedays, huh?" asked Ingrid as she moved to sit beside him.
"They only see that they're goth, a geek, straight, or gay," she said.
"Black or white," said Fillmore with a disappointing chuckle.
"But you never see any of that, just that the person in front of you is human, even criminals you can still see only that," said Ingrid.
"I wouldn't say never, there were a few times I needed to be reminded of that," said Fillmore.
"Good thing I'm here to remind you then," said Ingrid before kissing him, which Fillmore gladly returned.
The End.
