Jo drove me home after our mall visit and as I walked up the side-walk into my house, a car pulled up. A beautiful, shiny car that I had no idea how to name and then the call came from inside of it.

"Come on Bambi, get in the car, we have to talk," the voice on the other line said to me, "I promise not to hurt you this time."

"Shut up James," I said harshly, "I don't want to see you again. Just go and screw Camille with all your self-hate and leave me be." I started to walk forward about to hang up my phone when I heard a sound that startled me.

He honked. He honked loud. And he was still honking as I turned towards the car again. "If you get in the car, I'll stop. Just come on Logan Dear, I swear I won't bite." He thought that was hilarious because he laughed at himself and I gave up. I swung the car door open loudly and sat down with my arms folded across my chest. "It doesn't matter what you say to me," I started before he could do anything, "I will never be able to trust you again."

"Look Logan, I didn't mean to hurt you at school all those times, or at the mall with Camille, but people are starting to ask questions around here. And my family would kill me if they found out I was … different," he said coldly, not being able to look me in the eyes for that last one.

"You can say Gay," I responded, "It's not a curse-word, it's not an insult, it's who you are. GAY, GAY, GAY GAY, GAY." I was shouting the word in his car, but not directly in his face because I was worried he wouldn't be able to control his driving. He wasn't that good in the first place.

"You saw my walls. Jesus and Boobs. That's all my parents allow me to think about." He said matter-a-factly, but I came back with, "Yeah, your parents are just pushing Vaj down your throat aren't they. Your Just scared James. Your just –" I trailed off when he slammed into a convenient store parking lot.

"You know nothing about me, Logan, and you never will!" He shouted. "I know you well enough to know you like it up the ass!" I yelled back. "I'm not like you, I don't have the opportunities you do, you don't have parents who wear religion on their sleeves like I d-" "I don't have parents, James. If you haven't realized all the times I said it, my dad is dad, or did you forget that about me to," I said cruelly, hurting myself in the motion. And then he began sobbing, hard, tears staining his perfectly made up face. "You grew up loving yourself Logan. You don't know what I go through every single day. When I leave the house every morning, my dad shouts, 'have a good day fag' because of the fact that I work so hard on how I look. They take away my clothes and anything that is important to me personally. Do know what that is like. Waking up each day and not knowing what to expect to find in your closet."

I nodded my head, not being able to look him in the eyes, " I know that exact feeling, cause there were times when I had nothing. When the only way to pay rent was to sell my shit," it felt weird to cuss, but I decided, this was one of those times to do it, "but I didn't realize it was going on with you."

"I have to hide my lucky comb on me while I'm sleeping just to ensure that nothing happens to it. It's all I have to comfort me when I find everything gone but a stack of 'Playboys'." I found myself laughing a little and he gave me a weird look through the tears. I looked up at him and smiled, tears still streaming down my own eyes, "Playboys, really, that's a new way to try to STRAIGHTEN," I put emphasis on the word for the pun of the joke, "your Gay son." He laughed a little again, but the tears didn't stop, just the sobs.

But then I asked hesitantly, "If you're trying so hard to seem straight, why do you were mascara." He gave me a strange look before replying, "Do you mean eyeliner." "No, I mean Mascara; your lashes are always so black and beautiful, I just assumed it wasn't natural." He giggled, "Now just imagine if I actually wore mascara, don't I look feminine enough." "So, you're telling me those lashes are all real." "Good genes" "You're lying." I got really close and pulled at his lashes to see if anything rubbed off. Nothing; Nada; Zilch. Just a Lash I accidently pulled off. "Now that was unconventional he said," laughing lightly as I studied his eyes. "You were born to be gay." I said, a smirk on my face. "So are we better," James asked. "Almost, but you have to come out, because we can't be sneaking around just to talk. This is all just too confusing for me." "I'll do it soon, Just give me some time," he said finally and he drove me back home and me and James continued our awkward, bizarre phone friendship, for now.

3 weeks later

"Jo, are you sure we should be doing this, we might start a riot," I said, trying to get her from stirring to much attention at James's big Halloween party in a week.

"Come on, it's Halloween, why not make a big scene; everyone talks about us anyway," Jo replied pulling down a plumber costume from one of the walls of the sleezy shop and seeing if it was her size.

"But, you even said it yourself day-one, not to gender-bend that much in this town," Logan said, still working on escaping the trap she was getting them in.

"No, I've explained this to you before, you never do it on your first day and you never do it at school were teachers refuse to help you, but this is a party, why not have fun," She said pulling down different costumes from each side of the wall and seeing which one would fit me.

"But what if this ruins my reputation," I pleaded, still working on getting her to see my point, "I want to be a doctor, this could ruin that."

"Yeah Bambi," she said "A Halloween costume will ruin your aspirations of becoming a doctor," she laughed after saying that before making a face that said she was inspired.

"Jo, what are you doing," I said firmly. "Come on, just stand still" "Hell no, you've gone crazy" "No, but you've become frigid" "No, cautious, because I've pulled this shit before and gotten in trouble." "It's good to hear you cuss, sometimes I feel like you're an angel only I can see." You can flatter me all you want, I'm not wearing it." I said it firmly, crossing my arms and sitting down with my legs crossed. She looked at the bottom of my shoe, caught the size before I slammed it down on the ground, and grabbed something else off the wall.

"Now we're ready Bambi," she gave me a smug look, "This will be a Halloween never to forget."

Author's Note: I know this one was short, but the next one will be fun and long. Happy Halloween. Love You. XoXo