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I watched the gravestone with damp eyes. Closing them I fought not to cry again. Jessica told me to stay away from this place, that I was slowly killing myself coming here so often.

A twig snapped and my eyes snapped open, thoughts of tears being pushed away. Before I could figure out what was happening, something slammed into my side, sending both of us sprawling.

With a yelp the person hit the ground, then scrambled to get back up, losing a high heel in the process. A group of teens surrounded us, closing us off from the outside world. One male, the biggest of them, stepped forward and aimed his flashlight at the person who was grabbing her shoe.

It was a young girl in a plaid short skirt, footless leggings, and a tight shirt, emphasizing on her breast. Her smokey eyes looked around, biting her red stained lips as she seemed to think about something. She slipped her shoe back on then put a hand on her hips as if she had no fear of any of these men.

"I'm going to kill you, Ely," the guy snapped, voice husky yet a bit unsure at the same time.

Well at least they didn't notice I was here yet, and I could have snuck out but what kind of gentlemen lets a young girl get abused. What if they sexually assaulted her or something?

"Come on guys, it was just a joke. Ha ha? Joke?"

I froze. That was no damn girl. Unless this little petite woman was in steroids.

"You're so fucking dead," he snapped, not caring he was a boy. Or maybe that's why he was caring so much.

I cleared my throat, a bit angrily. The flashlight switched from the he/she and into my eyes, blinding me.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Obviously it doesn't matter," I said, trying not to look like my eyes were watering from the light.

Why are you here?"

"I'm doing what normal people do in a cemetery. Get the hell out of my area or I'll call the police." I stood up to make my point, since I didn't think remaining sprawled on the ground was very menacing.


I punched him in the face and he hit the ground. "Get out of here now or I'll have all of you behind bars before sunup."

They stalked away, flipping me off and grunting their disgust as they went.

"Ely, I'm still gonna kill you!" the man snapped.

"Thank you, kind sir," the crossdresser said, taking on a woman's voice.

I grunted a reply, not at all enthused. Without a parting word, I headed across the cemetery with the boy at my heels.

"Can I walk with you because John's just gonna wait for me to leave then beat the shit out of me. He won't kill me though, at least I don't think. Hopefully he's not that stupid," the boy said, thoughtfully.

"Why are you dressed as a girl?" I asked.

He laughed. He had a cheerful laugh, making me all the more gloomy. "Well John's a jack, ya know? And he fucked my friend over bad. So…I heard he was going to this party that I was surprisingly not invited to. Anyways, I dressed as a girl and pretend like he made me so fucking hot. He was swooned by me and took me into a room. I told him to strip for me. Oh fuck you should have seen the look on his face when he moved to touch me. As he was startled out of his mind, I grabbed his clothes and ran out yelling that John's a fag. Then here he comes, butt ass naked, chasing me…It was so much fun," he concluded.

"How old are you?" I asked sarcastically.

"Uh! A woman never reveals her age!" he laughed.

We were at my car and he was nervously looking around like knew that something in the shadows was waiting for me. "Do you know…a place with a restroom nearby. If I came home looking like this, my stepdad would murder me. He'd ship me off to a cow farm that had no humans."

About a hundred places I could name off.

"Nope," I lied.

He frowned but not like he was upset but more like he was thoughtful. "Alright. Can you tell me where Jeffers street is from here?"

"Oh, that way about twenty miles," I said, nodding in the direction.

"Oh…alright. Thank you very much," he said, taking off his shiny red high heels. "I'm really sorry that I disturbed your time in the cemetery. I feel really bad about it."


He smiled, the smile touching even his eyeliner lined eyes. "See ya!"

I got in my car and turned it on, thankful for the hot air coming out of the heaters. I started the car and as I stood there in the parking lot, I watched the boy run, high heels dangling in his hand. He really did look like a girl, even after I knew he was a guy. If he's heading for Jeffers Street, he has to pace through some bad neighborhoods. I'm not saying Jeffers is any better. If he was dressed like a guy, I'd have let it go, but dressed like that…fuck.

I drove up next to him and rolled down the window. "Get in the cary."

"Huh?" he asked stopping. "Really?"

"Get in or start running," I said.

Needless to say, he got into the car.

"You said you wanted to get cleaned up before you went home?"

"That'd be lovely, but I may be able to sneak in if you don't want to have a hassle."

"Just don't annoy me and you won't become a hassle." I did a U turn and headed home.

"Your car is so nice," he said, running his hand along it as if sexually assaulting it with his fingers.


"You're a man of few words, aren't you?"

"At least I'm not dressed as a woman."

He laughed again as if everything was just perfect. "Hey, you thought I was a girl at first too."

"You do look like a girl."

"Hmm…thanks I guess. My best friend dressed me up. I'd never dressed like a girl before but let me tell you…it was…well you get to see what asses men are."

I pulled into my driveway and he stopped talking, which I didn't think he'd have been able to do.

"Shut up! You live in a mansion? Wait…are you like the butler or something?"


"Can I be your best friend?" he joked. "Or you could be my sugar daddy!"

I parked the car and he got out and just stared as if the house was more interesting than what he was wearing.

"You own this?"


"What do you do for a living? I wanna do it!"

"Um when I was younger I bought a dying bank and it's now the second largest bank."

"So you own the bank?"

"No, I sold it, I why I'm so rich."

"So now you don't do anything."

"No, I go to work and listen to a guy talk all day."

"Huh…boring," he sang.

I opened the door and as he stared around, I drug him to the bathroom. "Do you need clothes?"

"I'd love some unless you'd light me to walk around in the footless tights?"

"No, that is one thing I do not want to see."

Laughing, he shut the door.

He walked out, still eying everything like he'd love to run over and touch every expensive item in the area. "Your shower…is…awesome."

"That's good," I mumbled, staring at him.

His blond hair was naturally curly, even wet, green eyes were vivid watching nearly everything. He was eighteen at most if I had to guess.

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen. How old are you?'


"So….do I pass as a guy?"

"Yeah, I guess you do. Come on, let's—" go…

"Is this your kitchen? It's beautiful!" he ran inside and longly ran his hand over the stove. "May I cook you something for my gratitude of saving a damsel in distress. Although I'm sure you have five star chefs from all around the world."

"There's barely any food in here but go ahead. You could make peanut butter sandwiches," I said, sarcastically.

He pulled open the fridge. "What are you talking about? I could make a six course meal with all of this stuff."

I eyed the fridge but I didn't see but five products inside.

He grabbed random shit, a pan, a knife, and went crazy.

While he worked I set to reading over papers for tomorrow.

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