"C'mon, it's not fair! He's non-binary, and that's stupid! They are only two genders, male and female! He is a guy!" One of my so called friends, Benjamin, grumbled, as I pushed him away from the person he was attacking, sick of his queerphobia, and slightly because of the feelings I had for the person, but I wasn't really ready to admit to that one yet... Even though I kind of just did, oh well.
"THEY are not a boy, and THEY are not a girl, get over it. Now let's go, I don't have time for this stupid hobby of yours." I rolled my eyes, "Tyrone, will you take him to the lunchroom for me?"
"Uh, y-yes, Harvey." Tyrone nodded respectfully, knowing that he should listen to my requests, and pulled Benjamin by his backpack to the Cafeteria.
"Are you okay?" I pulled the poor kid up, "Well, obviously not, you're bleeding, but you know what I mean. Do you want me to take you to the nurse?"
"U-Um, please, if you don't mind." They whispered,
"Are you afraid of me too?"
"No... I'm just nervous."
"I-I don't know, I'm always anxious."
"Ohhh, okay. I got it." I nodded, "I have social anxiety too, beleive it or not."
"Yeah, I don't buy it."
"I can see why you don't, I am very good at being intimidating and confident looking, aren't I?"
"And you're good look-" They turned bright red, and covered their mouth, as they realized what they said, "I uh... Didn't mean that."
"Heh, it's okay, I heard nothing, if that's what you want, that is."
"Oh, I wasn't aware that you're deaf."
"Neither did I! Crazy, right?"
"Yeah." They chuckled, wincing, as they walked into the nurses office, "Thanks Harvey."
"Don't worry about it," I smiled and waved them goodbye, before running back to the Cafeteria,
"Hey, Harvey, wait up!"
"Uh, yeah, what's up?" I turned around to find the kid from earlier, holding a letter out to me,
"Er, here." They shoved it into my hands and sprinted away, their blush increasing.
"Oooh~! What did HE give you?"
"THEY gave me a letter, now mind your own business." I went to put the letter in my backpack, but Benjamin snatched it from my hands,
"Ahem, 'Dear Harvey, my savior', wow, HE called you HIS savior, wow, GAYYYY!"
"Wow, what an insult!" I rolled my eyes, and grabbed for the letter, but he dodged, "Now give it back, that's an invasion of privacy!"
"Trans people aren't normal, they're like animals or something, they shouldn't-"
"All humans are animals, now give me the stupid letter or I swear..." I glared, and he handed it back with a sigh,
"Fineeeee, you party pooper!"
I sat down on the curb, and scanned through the note,
Dear Harvey, my savior,
Thank you so much, I know you told me not to, but seriously, thank you. I don't think you understand how much this really means to me. Right now, I live in a world where it feels like I'm alone, which I am, and you reminded me that I'm not alone. Someone will always be there, whether we notice them or not. I've been struggling a lot recently, with a lot of depression and anxiety, and it's kind of gone a bit too far, I tried to kill myself last night, but obviously, I failed. It doesn't help that my wrists are all scarred up to remind me, but anyways, I'm rambling, I just want you to know you brought a lot of light to my world with that simple, "Hey, stop it!"
And about me saying that you're good looking, and then telling you I didn't mean it. Yeah, I lied. I think you're, well, really cute, not hot, because hot is kind of a... term that makes me think of "the do" and I'm a "do" repulsed asexual, but I wouldn't mind being romantically involved with you. I'm too shy, and afraid to ask you in person, but would you mind being my boyfriend? (I already feel like dying from nervousness) I don't care if you decline me, because well, I don't expect you to say yes anyways, I just figured I'd get it off my chest, since I'm bad at keeping secrets.
Thank you so much again, Navy ♡
I smiled, and folded the letter into my pocket, "You smiled, what, are you like that weird sexuality... Pansexual?" Benjamin asked, clearly disgusted.
"No, I'm bisexual. Pansexual means you'd date any gender, and I can't see myself dating a girl, ever."
"Okay, you were gay before? ew, you better not be staring at me in the locker room during gym, and bisexuality means guys and girls." Benjamin wrinkled his nose, and scooted away slightly,
"Well, one, I'm only attracted to hot guys, and you'll never meet that criteria. Two, 'Bi' is a prefix that means two. I like two genders, therefore, I am bisexual."
"Whatever, I don't want to be involved in your weird gay stuff, I'm leaving."
"Good, I don't want to be involved in your weird hate stuff either." I scoffed, and he rolled his eyes.
Turning my attention back to the letter, I tore a piece of paper from my notebook, and took a pen from my pencil pouch, before sloppily starting my note,
Dear Navy, my Date Mate
HA, YOU WERE WRONG! I accept your invitation as your Boyfriend, if you couldn't tell when I called you my Date Mate, and added the winky face that made me cringe... but that's just like everything else (besides you) in my life, since every single thing I see tends to be queerphobic (which just means transphobic and homophobic. I wanted to combine the terms, since that gives them too much time and attention than they deserve.)
I think it's sweet that you wrote me a thank you note, but you really shouldn't have to. Isn't that what everyone should do? Step in and stop hate, no matter what for, and no matter if it applies to them or not? Then again, people aren't that nice.
And about the cutting, and wanting to commit suicide... I know I can't stop you, but please, please, please, please, try and hold back. I care about you, and knowing that you did that to yourself, well it hurts. No one should ever hate themselves so much that they're able to cause themselves pain, especially not you, you're too valuable.
I know you probably don't realize this, but I've always thought you were attractive, which is kinda why I creepily stare at you in class sometimes... (sorry about that, by the way) Though, I'll admit, I never caught your name until I read it at the end of the letter, but that's probably because I won't name someone until I'm sure that it's correct.
Your lovely, great, awesome, super cool, (not really), boyfriend, Harvey ♡
I read over the letter before shoving it into my backpack, ready to give it to Navy tomorrow morning.