Oh Boy. »Joshler«

Five

School came around and I was really in no mood to deal with any of the douches shit.

"So do you like boys still or do you like girls?" Pete asked, trying to hide his giggles. He was obviously up to something by asking me this.

"Well honestly Pete I don't see how that's any of your business, but I don't swing for assholes like you if that's what your getting at." I said sassily.

Pete just grunted in defeat before walking away. I like this version of me, I was so powerful and I honestly gave zero shits.

"Your sass levels are over 9000." Josh chuckled.

"Your cuteness levels are over 9000." I muttered. Immediately after I said it I became painfully aware of it. My eyes widened and I began to freak out. "I mean uh...No homo?"

Josh just smirked and shook his head, "whatever dude I gotta get to class."

I honestly had no idea when  that remark came from. Did I like Josh? I mean he is my best friend. He's always been there for me and has helped me through a lot, but did I really like him? There's no denying he is very attractive, down to earth, accepting, nice, funny, and don't even get me started on his body. He's got abs that you can grate cheese on. But does all that mean I like him... fuck.

I pushed my thoughts past me and made my way to class. Mr Quinn greeted me with a smile. People always thought it wasn't fair that Mr Quinn liked me. I think they're just jealous that Mr Quinn greets them with a glare and greets me with friendly gestures.

I took my seat in the middle of the classroom. The nerds sat in front, the kids who think that they're the best thing since spiced bread sit in the back, than the people that are in the in between sit in the well...in between. The in betweeners are more of the ones in my friend group. We're not exactly losers but we aren't really the popular group either, you get what I'm saying?

(A/n The in between by beartooth was playing when I wrote that....don't know why I decided to share that or why it matters but whatever.)

"Alright class, you already knew this was coming so I don't wanna hear any of you complaining. It's time to start your senior projects. You have to pair up with someone and do a project some thing you care about. It must include a presentation and a corresponding service. And yes you may choose your partners and no they do not need to be in this class period." Mr Quinn said in a routine voice.

All the back of the classers groaned where as the front of the classers silently cheered and got right to work.

Josh and I had already planned to do our senior project together, we just haven't thought of a topic yet. I pulled out a notebook and pencil and just as I was about to start plotting ideas Mr Quinn interrupted me.

"Tyler, would you come here for a moment please." He called from his desk.

"Yeah?" I ask suspiciously.

"As you may know I am a proud lgbtq+ activist. My husband Vic and I are both so proud of you and well what I'm getting at is I think for your project using your story could be really inspiring. Talking about trans youth and what it's like growing up in the wrong body I'm sure your parents would be really proud as well." Mr Quinn said, completely oblivious to my situation with my parents.

"Can I maybe talk to you after class, your the only teacher I'd really feel comfortable in telling." I asked, fiddling with my hands.

"Yeah sure, I'm always here for all my students. Even if I hate 99% of them." Mr Quinn smiled lightly.

"Thanks." I said before retreating to my seat.

Even if his idea wasn't entirely appealing it sparked a new one that I think I'd be pretty passionate about. I wanted to do something on lgbtq+ kids coming out to their family's and getting kicked out. Not every kid is lucky enough to have someone to take you in like I was.

Class eventually ended and even the front of the roomers were quick to leave the room but I stayed behind.

Mr Quinn got up and closed the door before sitting back down at his desk.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Mr Quinn asked.

"They kicked me out." I said blatantly.

"What?" He asked confused.

"My parents, they kicked me out. They said that God intended for me to be a girl. I've been living with Josh for the past couple of days. My siblings barely tried to stop them, but now they apparently need me back 'home'. That place I once called home is now some thing I look back on as cold and unforgiving. It's cruel what they did, and I think I want to base my project off of that." I said, trying my hardest not to cry.

"Oh Tyler, I'm so sorry. I think that's an excellent idea though. I think it will really move people to accept their children. Vic and I volunteer a lot at an lgbtq+ home. They take in kids who got kicked out of their homes and help them get back on their feet." Mr Quinn explained.

"Thanks a lot Mr Quinn, I feel like I can really trust you." I said sincerely before exiting his classroom.

I walked into my second period class and in the middle next to Josh. This was one of the few classes I had with him.

"Hey." He whispered.

I just smiled and pretended to pay attention to class.

Josh kept throwing crumpled paper at me and it got to the point where  I questioned how he got all that crumpled paper cause I didn't hear him crumpling any paper.

"Josh would you please stop." I finally said, a little too loudly.

"Joseph, is there any reason why you've decided to interrupt my class?" Miss Jardine scolded.

"No miss." I said quietly.

"That's what I thought." She said before resuming her class.

I shot a quick glare at Josh before continuing pretending to care about what miss Jardine was saying.

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School had ended and josh and I were walking back to his car.

"Are you mad at me?" Josh asked.

"No." I answered.

"Well why have you been ignoring me?" Josh asked again.

"I'm not ignoring you, I just value my education." I said matter of factly.

"Bullshit." Josh muttered in between fake coughs.

We got in his car and he started it up. That familiar tune began playing and I immediately forgot of any troubles that had previously occured, for I had to put all my effort into singing this song at the top of my lungs.

"Oh shit waddup." Josh said right before the lyrics were about to start.

"crAWLING IN MY SKINNNN THESE WOUNDS THEY WILL NOT HEALL FEAR IS HOW I FALL CONFUSING WHAT IS REALLLLLLLLL" we both sang in unison, very loudly and very off key.

We both bursted out laughing after words, crawling really did that too us.

"Maybe crawling can be our always." Josh said, sounding like the guy from the fault in our stars.

"What ever you say Augustus waters." I snorted, "are you going to pull put some tumblr af metaphor too now?"

"Hate all you want, the fault in our stars is an amazing book and a slightly less amazing movie." Josh huffed.

I gave in and decided to play along with his little game thingy, "crawling?"

"Crawling." Josh answered with a smug grin on his face. It's moments like these where I valued our friendship the most.

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Sorry for putting crawling into this but I couldn't help my self. Also yes Mr Quinn is kellin Quinn. Cause irl kellin is an asshole but I still love him, and what a better person to play the role of an ass whose also loveable than him, (I would know I saw him at warped last year and he called a group of people fuckers for leaving the venue.)

Anywhoooo I have been listening to the Chris colfer version of defying gravity on repeat cause im glee trash and if any of you have watched glee Kurt is my precious bean child.

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