Jonathan
After we catch up with Anton, Bear has to leave. I take him downstairs, and he waves goodbye to my mothers. My mothers are very different looking. Tiffany is a tall, slim woman with strong cheekbones and wide eyes. She has black hair and olive skin, mostly because she's half asian, and wears jeans and sweaters most of the time. Luise is a short, stubby blonde woman with glorious blue eyes and white skin. Her hair always glows and her skin - flawless.
Nickel stood behind me and sighs, "What's up Nickel?" I asked.
"Nothing! Just, you know, thinking of Fae." Now I sigh.
"I'm sorry for blabbing on back there… I know how it makes you feel." She added. I gesture as we head back upstairs but she shakes her head and mutters, "Leaving."
Nickel laughs silently. I shrug and hold my arms out.
"Awkward hug?" I ask.
"Awkward hug…" Nickel smiles and hugs me. I show her out the door and head back to my room, listening to my mothers' tv show on the way up.
The next day is a school day, so that means fighting the crowds. On the bus I see guys kissing guys and girls touching girls.
Hormones.
Geeze.
There are some other boys and girls who don't socialize, but that's only until their boyfriends or girlfriends get on.
When I head into my building, the senior building, I meet up with the 'jocks'. They come up to me, hands on hips and grunt ,"What'd you take over the weekend? Straight-oids?" They all chuckled like goats and the group of lesbians continue down. I sigh. I'm only six feet tall, and that's pretty average… At least I hope so.
"Sup, Jon." Bear walks over to me. "Ready for today?"
I sigh, and grab my book. "Yeah, I guess."
We walk to english class. I am not in the honors classes, because I do not like english. I take my seat near the door, and pull out my books. 'English for Dummies'. I have my assignment tucked into the side of the book. I pull it out and look it over. It is a paper about what the world used to be like 70 years ago, when it was different to be gay or lesbian. Now, it's slightly ironic how the world has turned out. I wrote what I believed would happen in another 100 years. Maybe the world would go back to being mostly straight.
One can hope.