𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕤

𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪-𝕤𝕚𝕩

(TW: mention of needles and mothman (for my friend))

Some miracle happened that night, and I actually slept! I didn't wake up during the night or anything! Smiling to myself out of pride, I pull myself out of bed. The floorboards creek under me as I slowly make my way downstairs for breakfast. I look at my phone and see that a shit ton of pictures were sent to me. They're from Spot, since Albert took photos on his camera. I send him a picture that I took of him and Albert playing DDR before burying my face in the stuffed animal that he won for me last night. I don't notice Medda walking in.

"You seem happy." I look up at her and nod sheepishly. There's no point in hiding. "Good! I have something for you, by the way. Here." She places a small box in front of me. I take the box in my hands, staring at it in confusion before opening it. Inside the box, there's a note. My hand clasps over my mouth as I read the note, a few tears falling.

A letter from my therapist to start testosterone and hormone blockers . I can't fucking believe it. I look back up at Medda, who's smiling.

"We just need to take that to a doctor and you should be good to start!" Launching myself out of my seat, I give Medda a huge hug. She returns the show of affection. Everything seems perfect, until I remember one thing about the supplements.

Needles.

I'm going to have to take weekly injections. Fun fact: I fucking hate needles. They remind me of things that I'd rather not remember. Suddenly, I get really dizzy and sit back down.

"Is everything alright, Toni?" I look back up at her.

"Needles. Bad." I breathe out.

"Oh...well injections aren't the only way you can get the supplements, you know." Bewildered, I bring my knees to my chest. "There are gels, tablets, skin patches, and more!" I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding. "We can talk to the doctor about which will be best. I suggest doing research on each type."

And that's exactly what I do. I pull out my computer and make a document about the different ways to get hormones. Soon, my phone starts ringing. It's a group facetime with Spot and Albert. I accept the invitation and am greeted to their gorgeous faces. I set my phone back on the desk, making sure the camera is pointed at me, and get back to work.

"Whacha doin, Toni?" Al asks. I look back at my phone. I crack each of my knuckles individually as I tell them the news. Both of their faces light up and they practically shout congratulations. I start flapping my hands before I even realize it. They don't say anything weird about it or make a nasty face, so maybe they don't mind?

I turn back to my computer. "Yeah, but I fucking hate needles so I'm doing research on other ways to get hormones." I start to bite my nails as I look over the document. "I'm leaning towards gel."

And we stay like that for hours, just happily chatting. Once I finish the document and make a decision , I throw myself on my bed. Once we hang up, we've all taken a million facetime photos. I set one of them as my lockscreen and lay down with a sigh of happiness. I stare at the ceiling, which i've recently decorated with those glow-in-the-dark stars. It's too bright out for them to turn on, but I still enjoy looking at them, thinking of different facts about the stars and space. Eventually, I get called down for lunch, which we're going out for. Once I'm in the car, I get a notification from the main groupchat.

Romeo: WAS NO ONE GONNA TELL ME THAT RACE ALBERT AND SPOT FORMED A POLY!!?!?!

Elmer: W H A T

Jojo: :0

Romeo: I ALWAYS KNOW ABOJT THESE THINGS WHAT THE FUCK

Romeo: smalls don't you dare

Smalls: abojt

Romeo: fuck u

Smalls: ❤️

Albert: hehe

I can't help but smile to myself. I'm so glad that these idiots are my friends.

Specs: wtf i'm so happy for you guys

Romeo: my new otp

Jack: wow i feel betrayed

Romeo: 😁🖕

Jack: heart been broke so many times now i don't know what to believe

Davey: ???

Jack: it's a song honey

Finch: H O N E Y?!?!?!?!

Crutchie: not the pet names

Jack: you're just mad cuz you're single

Crutchie: wow.

Jack: let me express my love in piece

Les: eww

Jack: shut up you don't even know who mothman is you don't get an opinion

Les: yes i do

Sarah: i'm a great teacher ;)

Jack: ok but you still don't get an opinion you're like 6

Les: IM TEN

Sarah: OH NO HSHSHSHAHAHAH

Romeo: OH SHIT

Jack: lol

Les: wow fuck you

Tommy Boy: W O A H

Davey: LES!! LANGUAGE!!

Sarah: BAHAHAHAHHA

Crutchie: WHO LET THE CHILD SWEAR

Davey: I'm telling mom.

Les: NO PLEASE IM SORRY

Sarah: LMAO YOURE FUCKED

I stifle a laugh as we pull into the parking lot of one of my favorite restaurants.

"Why are our friends like this?" Charlie asks as we exit.

"Not sure but I love them and I think we need to plan Les's funeral because he's not seeing the light of day again." We all laugh at that.