I walked back in my room, after an especially long day at school, only to find Georgia making my bed. Don't get me wrong here, Georgia's nice and I like her and all, but boy does she know how to be annoying as crap.

I watched her making her way around my bed. Watched as her hips swayed just slightly each time she moved. I knew she had good intentions and that's why it bothered me when she made my bed like this. Does that make sense?

I hated how she always looked perfect even without putting forth an effort. How she always seemed to be smiling, even in the darkest of times. I hated how sweet she was to everyone. All of it was just so irritating I could just kiss her. Yup, that pretty much sums up how I felt about her.

Then there was Beck, she had already been asleep when I walked into our dorm. She looked like a little angel. She looked, calm, peaceful, and happy. It was strange to see her like that when she always seemed to wear a scoel. How she wore her different colored wristbands. It all depended on the day. Same with me. It depended on the gender more than anything, though. If your pronouns were she/her at the time, you'd wear the pink band. Blue for he/him. And purple for they/them.

The whole idea of the wristbands is for people who's gender fluctuates, meaning changes. They're like pronoun bracelets, but don't make you come out to everyone. So if you only want your friends to know and could care less about the rest of the world, you only have to tell your friends what the bracelets mean.

Back to Beck. It was a girl day for her, so yes I'm using the right pronouns. And she looked gorgeous and warm. Like I had been freezing and she looked so warm. She looked comfortable to say the least.

Of course, all these thoughts were flying through my head in like thirty seconds total. So, I spoke to Georgia.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked her.

Her head whipped up as she looked at me, a guilty expression creeping onto her gorgeous face.

"Nothing!" She almost shouted as she spoke, waking Beck up in the process.

"What's going on?" Beck asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "Did y'all seriously have to wake me from my beauty sleep?"

My hands flew up. To show my innocence. "It wasn't me!"

"Sorry." Georgia said. "I was making Alex's bed and-" she paused to look at my purple wristband, making sure she used the right pronouns. "-he walked in. He surprised me and I may have shouted a little." She didn't seem guilty in the least about making my bed though. Naturally.

Oh did I mention I'm genderfluid? That's why Georgia was looking for my pronoun band.

But that was only a minor argument that happens all the time and within two minutes, we were hugging it out.

Then-forgetting about my slight limp and twichiness-I headed back over toward my bed, not trying to hide anything.

"Alex?" I heard Georgia, call out toward me. "What's wrong? Why are you limping? Are you hurt? Are you okay?"

And her being her, Georgia rushed over to me and lifted me up and carried me the rest of the way toward my bed. There, she set me down and proceeded her interrogation of me.

"What happened? How long has this been going on? Did someone hurt you? Alex?"

That last question she asked because I had been staring off toward the bathroom, wishing for my escape to be within easy reach. For an end to it all.

"ALEX!"

That was Beck and it immediately broke me out of my trance thing and set my mind straight. My head whipped over to her and my voice started without my brain twlling it to.

"What? Is something wrong? What's the problem?" But I wasn't trying to speak and my voice sounded very sarcastic and emotionless.

"Alex. The limp?!"

"Right. Sorry. I'm about that.... Would you believe me if I said it's nothing?"

"No." The two said in unison.

I groaned internally before taking a deep breath and spitting it out. "I got in a fight by accident. Some kid was bullying another kid and I stepped in between, but it only ended with two people gwtting hurt. I'm sorry, I was trying to be helpful and ended up getting multiple people hurt. I'm sorry. And of course this was right before my Physics test, so I probably failed that. Did I mention I'm sorry?" I spat out the lie, so quickly and so easily, I almost believed it myself. I could imagine it perfectly in my head, too. That was what scared me.