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Good thing you didn’t hit him. How are you after that?
I’m A-okay now! Thanks for asking. How are you?
That’s good! I’m A-okay, too.

What are you up to?
That’s terrible, my biggest fear is hitting something when I’m driving.
Yeah! It was pretty scary.
Good thing you didn’t hit him. How are you after that?

WhisperHug’s first performance.
Thank god I didn’t, I practically cried.
That’s terrible, my biggest fear is hitting something when I’m driving.

Becky was on her way to Adam’s from the church fundraiser she had to make an appearance at before working on her project with him, and the car was awkwardly silent. Luke was sitting next to her, driving, and she knew he didn’t approve of her hanging out with “it” as he had so nicely called Adam. Unfortunately, Luke was her only ride because their parents couldn’t just make an appearance and leave - her father was the Pastor of the congregation, so he lead the entire meeting, and wanted her mother present because they were still new and he wanted them to get to know the family and consider them part of their own. It was touching, and kind of endearing, but on this particular day it was a problem. “Don’t let her touch you” Luke said, and she rolled her eyes. “Transgender isn’t a disease, Luke” she said, a bit appalled at her brother. She didn’t understand it, but she couldn’t be as sickened by it as Luke seemed to be. ”But it’s weird, I can’t believe you let the teacher assign you to it, her… that thing. She could get in trouble for not tolerating your religion-” Becky snickered, and he cut off, looking at her. “If she did that, I would get in trouble for discrimination… transphobia, even. Which is considered worse” she said, and he chuckled. “Hypocrites, God must be so angered by them, good thing he promised to never flood the world again, huh?” he joked, and Becky felt herself smile, but her stomach was churning. Was this how she was before the play? No wonder Eli and Adam has been so harsh toward her, this was disgusting. “Judge not” she said, almost teasingly, though, and she glanced at her phone when it pinged. “where r u?” Adam had sent, and she looked around, checking, before answering: “on your block!”
Adam waited, and when he got her text, he opened his front door, looking for her, and when he saw the Baker’s car he waved, only to drop his hand when he saw that Luke was there as well. He knew that, while Becky was becoming more open to tolerance, Luke’s form of tolerance was getting off to lesbian porn and then praying for forgiveness for it. At least, that’s what Fiona had joked last LGBT club meeting… he also knew that Luke had been involved in locking Tristan in a classroom so that the play would be ruined. Oh, Luke made his blood boil, but he continued to smile. Be polite and hopefully he’d be polite back. That was a Jesus thing, right? Treat people how you want them to treat you? Something like that. The car pulled up, and Adam walked up to it, opening Becky’s door and nodded in Luke’s direction, but he just continued to give him the dirtiest look Adam had ever gotten from anyone, so Adam looked to Becky. “Hey, need help with that?” he asked, regarding the display board she was pulling out of the back seat. Taking it, he gestured for Becky to go and walked to the house. Just as Luke was pulling away, though, he swore he heard a “Have fun, girls!” and his stomach dropped. He hadn’t been referred to as a “girl” for a long time, and hearing that made his skin crawl right near where his old burn scars were, but he shrugged it off, deciding to focus on the project.
(Source: videogamekid-adam, via zutaraz)
Adam didn’t know what today would bring for him. Becky was set to be at his house any moment, and he was nervous. Nervous because she was so back and forth with him. Nervous because his mother was home and if Becky let some ignorance slip any chance of her approving of his possible friendship with Becky would go down the toilet. In a way, he almost felt like bringing ignorance into his household was far more dangerous than bringing him into an ignorant household. He looked around his basement almost critiquingly, making sure everything was correct - he had the work he had done for the project, some snacks. Everything was in place. Now, he just had to wait for her to get here. He wasn’t that patient, however, because after a few more minutes passed he texted her: where r u?
I’m not… I’m not saying you’re wrong. I’m saying… I don’t know, I don’t know what I’m saying! I’m saying I’m not avoiding you or harassing you anymore. I’m saying that maybe we can finish this project together? At your house, because… I don’t think you want to sit through religious therapy or anything. I want to make this up to you. Do penance for hurting you how I have. I realize you’re not wrong, I realize you really feel like a boy, okay?
I just wish I could help.
I don’t feel like a boy, I am a boy. This is why I wanted to teach you a bit. You have the right idea in mind, but you just don’t know.

Okay. You can come over, how about tomorrow after school?
(via zutaraz)