𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕤

𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕖

A few hours later, I get a notification on my phone. I lean over to grab it and look at the screen.

You have been added to "DOWN WITH THE CIS"

Confused, I open the message to see what this shit is all about. They made a groupchat full of trans people? That's amazing. I take a look to see who is in the chat. Charlie, Davey, Smalls, and Romeo. Cracking a small smile, I put my phone back down, only to hear another notification five seconds later.

Romeo: ONE OF US

Romeo: ONE OF US

Smalls: ONE OF US

Romeo: ONE OF US

Smalls: ONE OF US

I smile harder, fiddling with the rim of my shirt.

"hey fuckers" I type.

Charlie: :D

Romeo: YEEEEAAAAAHHHHGGGG

Romeo: wait

Smalls: yeahg

Romeo: shh

"So everyone here is trans?" I respond.

Davey: Everybody here is FTM. Except Smalls, they're genderfluid.

Smalls: i drank the water that turns the freaking frogs gay and this is what happened.

Romeo: KAODOSNDOSNFKSJ

Chuckling, I close my computer and get ready for a shower. I used to not really take showers because my mental health was absolute shit. It still is, but it's not as bad as it used to be. Medda has been making sure that I take care of myself. She made a self-care checklist to remind me to do simple things. For example, we have "take a shower," and "brush your teeth." She also included things that she knew would make me happy, such as "listen to some music," or "watch some TV." I take one last look at my flat chest before taking my binder off. Davey and Charlie made a list of how to bind properly, and they made sure to point out that I shouldn't wear it for too long at once. I throw the binder to the side of my room and head to the bathroom for my shower.

After finishing my shower and putting pajamas on, I walk back to my room to finish my nightly routine. That's another checklist on the wall. I have a lot of checklists due to the fact that I forget to do basic things most of the time. As I put away my schoolwork for the day (Crutchie picked up my work for me) I notice the polaroid of Albert and I. I take it off of its place on the wall, analyzing it as butterflies soar through my stomach. Eventually, I take the photo and put it in my phone case. It's clear, so I'll always be able to see the picture. When I put the case back on my phone, I get a notification from Spot.

"you okay?"

"yeah why"

"you weren't in school. i saw you in the library earlier today but i didn't see you after that."

The fact that he's checking in on me makes my heart soar and makes me fall even harder for him. My fingers fly across the keyboard.

"i wasn't feeling well earlier so i went home. i'm fine now tho"

"that's good."

I hug my phone closer to my chest, blushing harder than ever. Grabbing the shark squishmellow, I bury my face in its soft material.

I want both of them. So bad. But they have each other, and that's enough for them. It hurts, but as long as they're happy, I'm happy. I think.