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I sat across from Vic at his desk and rested my chin on my palm. I had been watching him do his math work for about an hour now and I got pretty bored. I was done with work for the day and just wanted to spend time with Vic. I was feeling a bit down earlier but mainly because I missed him. It was a dependent feeling.
“Are you even done yet?” I sighed.
“Almost. Why?” Vic glanced at me for a second and we made eye contact but he went right back to doing the word problem. “You bored?”
“Insanely.” My eyes drifted to his hair. I liked Vic’s hair. It was so fluffy and curly at some parts. But it was short so it was manageable, too. I think that’s what I liked the most. It fit him and he looked adorable in it, to say the least. “Your hair is pretty,” I breathed.
“You’re pretty.” Vic retorted.
“Hey, that’s not true. Take it back.” I poked Vic in the side and walked over to his bed, plopping down on it.
“Or what?” Vic asked. Walking over to me, getting on the bed, and hovering over me, he smiled. His hair hung low and I reached out to pull it a small bit. It was so soft and I was in love with it today that I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Or nothing.” I shrugged. Now, though, I just stared into Vic’s eyes. They were still so pretty but I didn’t feel like saying it this time. He already knew they were.
I reached my head forward and closed my eyes, connecting our lips and slowly kissing the boy over me. The kiss felt really seductive and true that I couldn’t help but want more. I flipped Vic over so he was on his back and deepened the kiss. My hand propped myself up as his caressed my face. Shivers were shot through my spine and I bit down on his lip a bit. Vic immediately chuckled and kissed me after pulling apart for a small time. I loved that he was so close to me, I really did. I felt warm and good all over. A fire burned within me and that spark I felt whenever he touched me kept me going. However, I still pulled away from him and simply looked. I wanted to find out more about him. I knew that he had told me basically everything but it wasn’t his personality I wanted to unveil, it was who he was and how he felt.
“Vic,”
“Mm?” He looked at me adoringly and I fixed myself. I laid down on his bed and pulled him into me. He now rested on my chest and in between my legs but his chest on mine so he looked up at me.
“Tell me more about being transgender? I want to know all about it.” I confessed.
“Well, it’s hard!” He started and we went from there. For hours we laid there talking about who he was and what’s he’s gone through just to be comfortable with who he was! I couldn’t begin to imagine how he must have felt and it made me feel awful that I didn’t know him sooner. Yet, I know that if I did, I wouldn’t dare try to help him because I knew he was rich. Why would I want to help a rich person?
The entire time I was driving home, I thought about Vic. I wanted to learn everything I could about his situation so I could help if he ever needed me. I wanted to be there for him. Like mom was for me and like he said he would be. I wanted to be useful. For him.
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sorry short update. i just suck so bad at math it’s prevented me from updating.
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