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Angie hugs him tightly. "I need this. Please..."
Moon was surprised by the hug, but squeezed her back tightly. âA-are you okay?â
âI just wanted a hug. I missed you guys alot.â
Moon smiled brightly. âI missed you too! Oh! I have something to give you actuallyâŠâ
âOh? Well, I actually have something to give YOU as well.â
âYeah! I uh, hope you like it....â Angie reached into her hoodie and pulled out a small necklace with a heart shaped lavender gem.
Angie hugs him tightly. "I need this. Please..."
Moon was surprised by the hug, but squeezed her back tightly. âA-are you okay?â
âI just wanted a hug. I missed you guys alot.â
Moon smiled brightly. âI missed you too! Oh! I have something to give you actuallyâŠâ
âOh? Well, I actually have something to give YOU as well.â
Angie hugs him tightly. "I need this. Please..."
Moon was surprised by the hug, but squeezed her back tightly. âA-are you okay?â
âI just wanted a hug. I missed you guys alot.â
I finally finished it guys! Itâs the gang! Samuel belongs to me ( @samuel-the-king ) Moon belongs to @delightfully-vivacious-moon Angie belongs to @idekangiegurl Tabitha belongs to @tabbyneko
Iâm crying! This is amazing!!!!!!!!!
Soooo uh, I did a thing? Ignore my gross face.
"That's understandable. Itll only be a little longer," he said as he opened it and poured a generous amount of the peach colored substance onto another washcloth. "This may hurt a little..." He gently rubbed it around the wound.
Angie shut her eyes tightly, her fists clenching tightly. She growled at the pain. The wound was quite sensitive being as deep as it was. Angie cursed under her breath.
Samuel bit his lip, "right... Just a little farther Angie...." He sped up a little bit and turned onto his street before slowing to a stop in front of his house.
Angie nodded, shuddering a bit. âSamuel, this is really startin to get worse.â She coughed a bit more, her face getting pale.
Samuel nodded and quickly got out of the car, rushing around to Angie and gently lifting her up. He ran into his house, careful to not move Angie too much. He set her gently in a chair, âI have to run and get the aid supplies. I will be right back.â
Angie nodded, breathing heavily. She held her chest, covering where she was stabbed. âS-SamuelâŠ.PleaseâŠ.Be careful.â Her little grin returned again. âCus if you trip, I may accidently laughâŠâ
Samuel chuckled softly and nodded before he rushed out of the room. He returned a moment later with the supply kit and a pot of water with a cloth. âOkay⊠letâs see what damage has been done, shall weâŠ?â
Angie shuddered. âSamuel. I was stabbed in my chest and ribsâŠ.This can get really awkward really fast if you think about it for a minuteâŠâ
Samuel hesitated, âyou are a simply a friend, Angie, and I am already with someone. I personally wouldnât find anything awkward, or intimate, about this. Just a fix of a wound like a doctor. But I donât want you to feel awkward. I could take you to a real doctor⊠and if you donât want to go to a doctor then⊠maybe there is something you can tie around yourself to cover up if you wish? Unless the stab prevents thatâŠ.â
âThatâs it SamuelâŠ.You can keep a secret right? Like, a totes huge one? One that will probably change your whole opinion on me?â She looked at him nervously, her hands fidgeting her shirt. Angie had her elbows in front of her chest, looking like she was hiding something.
Samuel nodded slightly, âof course, Angie. This will just be between you and me, you have my word.â
Angie gulped before taking her jacket off. She slowly took her shirt off and set it aside. Her chest was flat, much like a maleâs chest. In fact, it was a maleâs chest. Her wounds were leaking a little blood. She had old scars up and down her abdomen. Angie put her face into her hands as she sighed. âYupâŠ.This is meâŠ.I wasnât born a girlâŠâ
Samuel blinked in shock for a moment before he sighed softly, âAngie⊠I donât care what sex you were born with. You are who you want to be.â He smiled, âif you want to be a female⊠then⊠you are a female.â
She looked at him in shock. âSoâŠYouâre cool with me being, me?â Angie wiped her eyes. âDude I am trying not to cry againâŠSamuel, why canât there be more people like you out there? Badass and accepting?â
Samuel chuckled softly and gently placed a hand on Angieâs shoulder. âI wish there were more who accepted you⊠nobody deserves to be mistreated for something they canât help. Nobody chooses their gender at birth.â
Angie looked at him, her eyes shining bright. She hugged him weakly. âNo one deserves mistreatment for what they areâŠThank you Samuel.â
âYou donât have to thank me⊠but⊠youâre welcome, Angie,â he hugged her softly and smiled.
Angie giggled a little bit more. She pulled back and looked Samuel. âAt least treating my wounds will be easier to treat right?â
âIndeed it will be,â he hummed softly as he soaked the washcloth in the water. He squeezed it before he gently rubbed around the wound, trying to not hurt Angie as he cleaned it.
Angie flinched back a little at first, bit held herself still. The feeling of something other than her shirt on her chest made her shudder.
âItâs okay, Angie,â he spoke softly to try and ease her. He put the towel into the pot and opened the first aid box, searching through it before pulling out a small bottle.
Angie nodded and breathed out slowly. "I know but....I get anxious...Especially wheh people are like, close to my freakin chest."
Samuel bit his lip, "right... Just a little farther Angie...." He sped up a little bit and turned onto his street before slowing to a stop in front of his house.
Angie nodded, shuddering a bit. âSamuel, this is really startin to get worse.â She coughed a bit more, her face getting pale.
Samuel nodded and quickly got out of the car, rushing around to Angie and gently lifting her up. He ran into his house, careful to not move Angie too much. He set her gently in a chair, âI have to run and get the aid supplies. I will be right back.â
Angie nodded, breathing heavily. She held her chest, covering where she was stabbed. âS-SamuelâŠ.PleaseâŠ.Be careful.â Her little grin returned again. âCus if you trip, I may accidently laughâŠâ
Samuel chuckled softly and nodded before he rushed out of the room. He returned a moment later with the supply kit and a pot of water with a cloth. âOkay⊠letâs see what damage has been done, shall weâŠ?â
Angie shuddered. âSamuel. I was stabbed in my chest and ribsâŠ.This can get really awkward really fast if you think about it for a minuteâŠâ
Samuel hesitated, âyou are a simply a friend, Angie, and I am already with someone. I personally wouldnât find anything awkward, or intimate, about this. Just a fix of a wound like a doctor. But I donât want you to feel awkward. I could take you to a real doctor⊠and if you donât want to go to a doctor then⊠maybe there is something you can tie around yourself to cover up if you wish? Unless the stab prevents thatâŠ.â
âThatâs it SamuelâŠ.You can keep a secret right? Like, a totes huge one? One that will probably change your whole opinion on me?â She looked at him nervously, her hands fidgeting her shirt. Angie had her elbows in front of her chest, looking like she was hiding something.
Samuel nodded slightly, âof course, Angie. This will just be between you and me, you have my word.â
Angie gulped before taking her jacket off. She slowly took her shirt off and set it aside. Her chest was flat, much like a maleâs chest. In fact, it was a maleâs chest. Her wounds were leaking a little blood. She had old scars up and down her abdomen. Angie put her face into her hands as she sighed. âYupâŠ.This is meâŠ.I wasnât born a girlâŠâ
Samuel blinked in shock for a moment before he sighed softly, âAngie⊠I donât care what sex you were born with. You are who you want to be.â He smiled, âif you want to be a female⊠then⊠you are a female.â
She looked at him in shock. âSoâŠYouâre cool with me being, me?â Angie wiped her eyes. âDude I am trying not to cry againâŠSamuel, why canât there be more people like you out there? Badass and accepting?â
Samuel chuckled softly and gently placed a hand on Angieâs shoulder. âI wish there were more who accepted you⊠nobody deserves to be mistreated for something they canât help. Nobody chooses their gender at birth.â
Angie looked at him, her eyes shining bright. She hugged him weakly. âNo one deserves mistreatment for what they areâŠThank you Samuel.â
âYou donât have to thank me⊠but⊠youâre welcome, Angie,â he hugged her softly and smiled.
Angie giggled a little bit more. She pulled back and looked Samuel. âAt least treating my wounds will be easier to treat right?â
âIndeed it will be,â he hummed softly as he soaked the washcloth in the water. He squeezed it before he gently rubbed around the wound, trying to not hurt Angie as he cleaned it.
Angie flinched back a little at first, bit held herself still. The feeling of something other than her shirt on her chest made her shudder.
"That's okay. Oh... hold on, I'll be right back." He left without further explanation.
Angie raised a brow as she watch hm leave. "Okay,"
Samuel bit his lip, "right... Just a little farther Angie...." He sped up a little bit and turned onto his street before slowing to a stop in front of his house.
Angie nodded, shuddering a bit. âSamuel, this is really startin to get worse.â She coughed a bit more, her face getting pale.
Samuel nodded and quickly got out of the car, rushing around to Angie and gently lifting her up. He ran into his house, careful to not move Angie too much. He set her gently in a chair, âI have to run and get the aid supplies. I will be right back.â
Angie nodded, breathing heavily. She held her chest, covering where she was stabbed. âS-SamuelâŠ.PleaseâŠ.Be careful.â Her little grin returned again. âCus if you trip, I may accidently laughâŠâ
Samuel chuckled softly and nodded before he rushed out of the room. He returned a moment later with the supply kit and a pot of water with a cloth. âOkay⊠letâs see what damage has been done, shall weâŠ?â
Angie shuddered. âSamuel. I was stabbed in my chest and ribsâŠ.This can get really awkward really fast if you think about it for a minuteâŠâ
Samuel hesitated, âyou are a simply a friend, Angie, and I am already with someone. I personally wouldnât find anything awkward, or intimate, about this. Just a fix of a wound like a doctor. But I donât want you to feel awkward. I could take you to a real doctor⊠and if you donât want to go to a doctor then⊠maybe there is something you can tie around yourself to cover up if you wish? Unless the stab prevents thatâŠ.â
âThatâs it SamuelâŠ.You can keep a secret right? Like, a totes huge one? One that will probably change your whole opinion on me?â She looked at him nervously, her hands fidgeting her shirt. Angie had her elbows in front of her chest, looking like she was hiding something.
Samuel nodded slightly, âof course, Angie. This will just be between you and me, you have my word.â
Angie gulped before taking her jacket off. She slowly took her shirt off and set it aside. Her chest was flat, much like a maleâs chest. In fact, it was a maleâs chest. Her wounds were leaking a little blood. She had old scars up and down her abdomen. Angie put her face into her hands as she sighed. âYupâŠ.This is meâŠ.I wasnât born a girlâŠâ
Samuel blinked in shock for a moment before he sighed softly, âAngie⊠I donât care what sex you were born with. You are who you want to be.â He smiled, âif you want to be a female⊠then⊠you are a female.â
She looked at him in shock. âSoâŠYouâre cool with me being, me?â Angie wiped her eyes. âDude I am trying not to cry againâŠSamuel, why canât there be more people like you out there? Badass and accepting?â
Samuel chuckled softly and gently placed a hand on Angieâs shoulder. âI wish there were more who accepted you⊠nobody deserves to be mistreated for something they canât help. Nobody chooses their gender at birth.â
Angie looked at him, her eyes shining bright. She hugged him weakly. âNo one deserves mistreatment for what they areâŠThank you Samuel.â
âYou donât have to thank me⊠but⊠youâre welcome, Angie,â he hugged her softly and smiled.
Angie giggled a little bit more. She pulled back and looked Samuel. "At least treating my wounds will be easier to treat right?"
"Voulez-vous peindre avec moi?"
âI wish I know French, but, I still love you. I mean it, I mean youâre cute! I mean I-Augggggh.â
Moon blinked, he then smiled brightly. He was still completely oblivious to what Angie was really saying. âI love you! Would you like to paint with me?â
Angie was a deep red as Moon said this. She stuttered like a fumbled child. âY-yeah, love. I mean you too. I mean shit. Painting sounds cool. We should totes do that. Paint. YeahâŠâ
Moon laughed. âPainting is⊠uh, trĂ©s cool! Follow me.â He grabbed Angieâs hand and led her towards his cafĂ©.
Angieâs face was a deeper red as she chuckled, running along with Moon. âWhat are we painting?â
âYouâll see! Itâs going to be so much fun!â When they were a few feet away, Moon let go of her hand and flung the front door open. He almost broke the door in the process, but he wouldnât have noticed either way. He motioned Angie inside.
Angie laughed loudly as she watched him nearly break his door. âMoon donât hurt yourself!â As she spoke, where she had been recentely injured struck her with pain. âOh godâŠâ
Moon frowned and quickly went to over to her. âAre you okay? You seem to be in painâŠâ
âItâs a nothing man. Just um, parkoured wrong?â
âOkay⊠Be more careful next time. Itâs not fun being hurt, I would knowâŠâ He gently patted her shoulder.
âI-I willâŠ.â She smiled a little bit before hugging Moon. âJust let it happen Moon.â
Moon simply hummed as he hugged Angie back, gently rocking side to side.
Angie hummed and relaxed, rocking with him. She nuzzled her head into his chest
âI care about you a lot, okay Angie? Iâm not telling you to stop, Iâm just telling you to be more cautious. IâŠâ Moon gently shook his head. âI worry a lot.â
âI worry too manâŠ.I need to be honest with you, but first, I have a question. Have you been getting attacked lately?â
Moon tensed up for a moment. âYesâŠâ
Angie felt him tense and looked up, concerened. âI need to know if it was one at a time or a group.â
âOne at a time, Sam was there to help me with most of those run-ins⊠I canât defend well.â
âThank god for Samuel andâŠHow badly did they hurt you?â She sounded a bit different. A little more concerned and suspicous. A little angry
âYouâre not mad at me are you? I didnât mean to attract so much attentionâŠâ
âIâm not mad at you, Iâm mad at those asshats who think itâs a good idea to hurt my cute lil'nerd. Moon, Angie is goin to pound some ass.â Angie hugged him tighter, wincing herself due to the fact she hasnât healed up all the way.
Moon patted her head. âYou donât need to do that Angie⊠It was my fault.â
She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. One of her hands gently carresed Moonâs hair. âYou have the face of purity. You were never at fault. Who did this, where do they live and what are they scared of?â
Moon had a light blush on his face. âI can tell you they are not scared of trans peopleâŠâ
Angieâs blush matched his as her expression softened. âMoon, I will make them suffer. No one will ever lay a finger on you again.â
Moon started to cry, burying his head into her shoulder.
Angie was surprised by this and began to massage his back gently, shooshing him, humming at times
Moon demeanor didnât change. He enjoyed the comfort he was getting, but couldnât bring himself to say so.
With much fear and anxiety, Angie nervously raised her lips to his cheek, kissing the tears away. Her hands kept doing the gentle rubs, hoping heâll feel better
Moon froze for a moment, surprised by the kiss. A small smile crept onto his lips. He slowly stopped crying. âA-AngieâŠâ
Angie looked at him, more nervous than ever. Her face was a deep red. She noticed the little smiled, but stared at Moon, still scared. âY-yeah?âŠâ
Moon kissed her cheek. âWell⊠should we get painting?â
Angie turned as red as she can get as she stood there, still holding him. After a few seconds of this, she nodded, sighing in relief. âY-yeahâŠWhat are we gonna paint?â
âA canvas! Just for us to paint, then Iâll hang in my cafĂ©.â He said with a full smile. âYou should see what Iâve done to it so far.â
âCool!â She sounded rather eager. Maybe it was because of Moon smiling or the painting. She couldnât tell as she chuckled. âOooooo. Hey Moon. Use my black hoodie, youâre wearing a white shirt and I donât want ya to stain it.â
âO-oh, thank you Angie. You donât have toâŠâ
Angie had already had her jacket off as she put it on Moon. Because she was a little taller, it fit him loose. Just underneath her red shirt collar was the tip of a fresh wound. âReady?â
Angieâs hoodie felt⊠nice. âMhm! Letâs go.â They finally walked inside. Moon quickly went to turn on the lights. There were a few towels on the ground, surrounding the canvas. The canvas had been painted light blue and there was⊠tape on it?
She giggled watching him. Angie looked at the tape curiously. âYo Moon. Thereâs already tape on it? Nice shade of blue by the way.â
âMerci, I put the tape there for a design.â He took out some paints. âWhich color would you like?â
Angie studied the colors carefully. She bit her lip as she looked at Moon. A small nervous smile stretched across her face. âUhâŠ.Moon? Bad time to mention this but Iâm color blindâŠâ She giggled awkwardly
âHm, thatâs okay. Just guess which one is good then! Thereâs no problem.â
âAlright. I got this. HmâŠ.â Angie pointed an orange can of paint. âThis pink one.â
Moon nodded and handed her a paint brush. âStart painting wherever you like.â
Angie happily accepted the brush and opened the bucket. She mixed up the paint a little bit before putting some on a brush.
Moon opened a dark blue paint bucket and imitated Angie. He started to paint one of the corners of the canvas.
Angie began to make little tiny flowers with paint, chuckling. âThis is dope man.â
Moon smiled brightly. âItâs great isnât it?â He paused to watch Angie paint the flowers. âC'est trĂšs jolie⊠comme vous.â
She looked back at him, her cheeks flushed as she smiled. "I'm gonna just say that was something nice? Sorry I don't know French..."
"Voulez-vous peindre avec moi?"
âI wish I know French, but, I still love you. I mean it, I mean youâre cute! I mean I-Augggggh.â
Moon blinked, he then smiled brightly. He was still completely oblivious to what Angie was really saying. âI love you! Would you like to paint with me?â
Angie was a deep red as Moon said this. She stuttered like a fumbled child. âY-yeah, love. I mean you too. I mean shit. Painting sounds cool. We should totes do that. Paint. YeahâŠâ
Moon laughed. âPainting is⊠uh, trĂ©s cool! Follow me.â He grabbed Angieâs hand and led her towards his cafĂ©.
Angieâs face was a deeper red as she chuckled, running along with Moon. âWhat are we painting?â
âYouâll see! Itâs going to be so much fun!â When they were a few feet away, Moon let go of her hand and flung the front door open. He almost broke the door in the process, but he wouldnât have noticed either way. He motioned Angie inside.
Angie laughed loudly as she watched him nearly break his door. âMoon donât hurt yourself!â As she spoke, where she had been recentely injured struck her with pain. âOh godâŠâ
Moon frowned and quickly went to over to her. âAre you okay? You seem to be in painâŠâ
âItâs a nothing man. Just um, parkoured wrong?â
âOkay⊠Be more careful next time. Itâs not fun being hurt, I would knowâŠâ He gently patted her shoulder.
âI-I willâŠ.â She smiled a little bit before hugging Moon. âJust let it happen Moon.â
Moon simply hummed as he hugged Angie back, gently rocking side to side.
Angie hummed and relaxed, rocking with him. She nuzzled her head into his chest
âI care about you a lot, okay Angie? Iâm not telling you to stop, Iâm just telling you to be more cautious. IâŠâ Moon gently shook his head. âI worry a lot.â
âI worry too manâŠ.I need to be honest with you, but first, I have a question. Have you been getting attacked lately?â
Moon tensed up for a moment. âYesâŠâ
Angie felt him tense and looked up, concerened. âI need to know if it was one at a time or a group.â
âOne at a time, Sam was there to help me with most of those run-ins⊠I canât defend well.â
âThank god for Samuel andâŠHow badly did they hurt you?â She sounded a bit different. A little more concerned and suspicous. A little angry
âYouâre not mad at me are you? I didnât mean to attract so much attentionâŠâ
âIâm not mad at you, Iâm mad at those asshats who think itâs a good idea to hurt my cute lil'nerd. Moon, Angie is goin to pound some ass.â Angie hugged him tighter, wincing herself due to the fact she hasnât healed up all the way.
Moon patted her head. âYou donât need to do that Angie⊠It was my fault.â
She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. One of her hands gently carresed Moonâs hair. âYou have the face of purity. You were never at fault. Who did this, where do they live and what are they scared of?â
Moon had a light blush on his face. âI can tell you they are not scared of trans peopleâŠâ
Angieâs blush matched his as her expression softened. âMoon, I will make them suffer. No one will ever lay a finger on you again.â
Moon started to cry, burying his head into her shoulder.
Angie was surprised by this and began to massage his back gently, shooshing him, humming at times
Moon demeanor didnât change. He enjoyed the comfort he was getting, but couldnât bring himself to say so.
With much fear and anxiety, Angie nervously raised her lips to his cheek, kissing the tears away. Her hands kept doing the gentle rubs, hoping heâll feel better
Moon froze for a moment, surprised by the kiss. A small smile crept onto his lips. He slowly stopped crying. âA-AngieâŠâ
Angie looked at him, more nervous than ever. Her face was a deep red. She noticed the little smiled, but stared at Moon, still scared. âY-yeah?âŠâ
Moon kissed her cheek. âWell⊠should we get painting?â
Angie turned as red as she can get as she stood there, still holding him. After a few seconds of this, she nodded, sighing in relief. âY-yeahâŠWhat are we gonna paint?â
âA canvas! Just for us to paint, then Iâll hang in my cafĂ©.â He said with a full smile. âYou should see what Iâve done to it so far.â
âCool!â She sounded rather eager. Maybe it was because of Moon smiling or the painting. She couldnât tell as she chuckled. âOooooo. Hey Moon. Use my black hoodie, youâre wearing a white shirt and I donât want ya to stain it.â
âO-oh, thank you Angie. You donât have toâŠâ
Angie had already had her jacket off as she put it on Moon. Because she was a little taller, it fit him loose. Just underneath her red shirt collar was the tip of a fresh wound. âReady?â
Angieâs hoodie felt⊠nice. âMhm! Letâs go.â They finally walked inside. Moon quickly went to turn on the lights. There were a few towels on the ground, surrounding the canvas. The canvas had been painted light blue and there was⊠tape on it?
She giggled watching him. Angie looked at the tape curiously. âYo Moon. Thereâs already tape on it? Nice shade of blue by the way.â
âMerci, I put the tape there for a design.â He took out some paints. âWhich color would you like?â
Angie studied the colors carefully. She bit her lip as she looked at Moon. A small nervous smile stretched across her face. âUhâŠ.Moon? Bad time to mention this but Iâm color blindâŠâ She giggled awkwardly
âHm, thatâs okay. Just guess which one is good then! Thereâs no problem.â
âAlright. I got this. HmâŠ.â Angie pointed an orange can of paint. âThis pink one.â
Moon nodded and handed her a paint brush. âStart painting wherever you like.â
Angie happily accepted the brush and opened the bucket. She mixed up the paint a little bit before putting some on a brush.
Moon opened a dark blue paint bucket and imitated Angie. He started to paint one of the corners of the canvas.
Angie began to make little tiny flowers with paint, chuckling. "This is dope man."
Samuel bit his lip, "right... Just a little farther Angie...." He sped up a little bit and turned onto his street before slowing to a stop in front of his house.
Angie nodded, shuddering a bit. âSamuel, this is really startin to get worse.â She coughed a bit more, her face getting pale.
Samuel nodded and quickly got out of the car, rushing around to Angie and gently lifting her up. He ran into his house, careful to not move Angie too much. He set her gently in a chair, âI have to run and get the aid supplies. I will be right back.â
Angie nodded, breathing heavily. She held her chest, covering where she was stabbed. âS-SamuelâŠ.PleaseâŠ.Be careful.â Her little grin returned again. âCus if you trip, I may accidently laughâŠâ
Samuel chuckled softly and nodded before he rushed out of the room. He returned a moment later with the supply kit and a pot of water with a cloth. âOkay⊠letâs see what damage has been done, shall weâŠ?â
Angie shuddered. âSamuel. I was stabbed in my chest and ribsâŠ.This can get really awkward really fast if you think about it for a minuteâŠâ
Samuel hesitated, âyou are a simply a friend, Angie, and I am already with someone. I personally wouldnât find anything awkward, or intimate, about this. Just a fix of a wound like a doctor. But I donât want you to feel awkward. I could take you to a real doctor⊠and if you donât want to go to a doctor then⊠maybe there is something you can tie around yourself to cover up if you wish? Unless the stab prevents thatâŠ.â
âThatâs it SamuelâŠ.You can keep a secret right? Like, a totes huge one? One that will probably change your whole opinion on me?â She looked at him nervously, her hands fidgeting her shirt. Angie had her elbows in front of her chest, looking like she was hiding something.
Samuel nodded slightly, âof course, Angie. This will just be between you and me, you have my word.â
Angie gulped before taking her jacket off. She slowly took her shirt off and set it aside. Her chest was flat, much like a maleâs chest. In fact, it was a maleâs chest. Her wounds were leaking a little blood. She had old scars up and down her abdomen. Angie put her face into her hands as she sighed. âYupâŠ.This is meâŠ.I wasnât born a girlâŠâ
Samuel blinked in shock for a moment before he sighed softly, âAngie⊠I donât care what sex you were born with. You are who you want to be.â He smiled, âif you want to be a female⊠then⊠you are a female.â
She looked at him in shock. âSoâŠYouâre cool with me being, me?â Angie wiped her eyes. âDude I am trying not to cry againâŠSamuel, why canât there be more people like you out there? Badass and accepting?â
Samuel chuckled softly and gently placed a hand on Angieâs shoulder. âI wish there were more who accepted you⊠nobody deserves to be mistreated for something they canât help. Nobody chooses their gender at birth.â
Angie looked at him, her eyes shining bright. She hugged him weakly. "No one deserves mistreatment for what they are...Thank you Samuel."
"Voulez-vous peindre avec moi?"
âI wish I know French, but, I still love you. I mean it, I mean youâre cute! I mean I-Augggggh.â
Moon blinked, he then smiled brightly. He was still completely oblivious to what Angie was really saying. âI love you! Would you like to paint with me?â
Angie was a deep red as Moon said this. She stuttered like a fumbled child. âY-yeah, love. I mean you too. I mean shit. Painting sounds cool. We should totes do that. Paint. YeahâŠâ
Moon laughed. âPainting is⊠uh, trĂ©s cool! Follow me.â He grabbed Angieâs hand and led her towards his cafĂ©.
Angieâs face was a deeper red as she chuckled, running along with Moon. âWhat are we painting?â
âYouâll see! Itâs going to be so much fun!â When they were a few feet away, Moon let go of her hand and flung the front door open. He almost broke the door in the process, but he wouldnât have noticed either way. He motioned Angie inside.
Angie laughed loudly as she watched him nearly break his door. âMoon donât hurt yourself!â As she spoke, where she had been recentely injured struck her with pain. âOh godâŠâ
Moon frowned and quickly went to over to her. âAre you okay? You seem to be in painâŠâ
âItâs a nothing man. Just um, parkoured wrong?â
âOkay⊠Be more careful next time. Itâs not fun being hurt, I would knowâŠâ He gently patted her shoulder.
âI-I willâŠ.â She smiled a little bit before hugging Moon. âJust let it happen Moon.â
Moon simply hummed as he hugged Angie back, gently rocking side to side.
Angie hummed and relaxed, rocking with him. She nuzzled her head into his chest
âI care about you a lot, okay Angie? Iâm not telling you to stop, Iâm just telling you to be more cautious. IâŠâ Moon gently shook his head. âI worry a lot.â
âI worry too manâŠ.I need to be honest with you, but first, I have a question. Have you been getting attacked lately?â
Moon tensed up for a moment. âYesâŠâ
Angie felt him tense and looked up, concerened. âI need to know if it was one at a time or a group.â
âOne at a time, Sam was there to help me with most of those run-ins⊠I canât defend well.â
âThank god for Samuel andâŠHow badly did they hurt you?â She sounded a bit different. A little more concerned and suspicous. A little angry
âYouâre not mad at me are you? I didnât mean to attract so much attentionâŠâ
âIâm not mad at you, Iâm mad at those asshats who think itâs a good idea to hurt my cute lil'nerd. Moon, Angie is goin to pound some ass.â Angie hugged him tighter, wincing herself due to the fact she hasnât healed up all the way.
Moon patted her head. âYou donât need to do that Angie⊠It was my fault.â
She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. One of her hands gently carresed Moonâs hair. âYou have the face of purity. You were never at fault. Who did this, where do they live and what are they scared of?â
Moon had a light blush on his face. âI can tell you they are not scared of trans peopleâŠâ
Angieâs blush matched his as her expression softened. âMoon, I will make them suffer. No one will ever lay a finger on you again.â
Moon started to cry, burying his head into her shoulder.
Angie was surprised by this and began to massage his back gently, shooshing him, humming at times
Moon demeanor didnât change. He enjoyed the comfort he was getting, but couldnât bring himself to say so.
With much fear and anxiety, Angie nervously raised her lips to his cheek, kissing the tears away. Her hands kept doing the gentle rubs, hoping heâll feel better
Moon froze for a moment, surprised by the kiss. A small smile crept onto his lips. He slowly stopped crying. âA-AngieâŠâ
Angie looked at him, more nervous than ever. Her face was a deep red. She noticed the little smiled, but stared at Moon, still scared. âY-yeah?âŠâ
Moon kissed her cheek. âWell⊠should we get painting?â
Angie turned as red as she can get as she stood there, still holding him. After a few seconds of this, she nodded, sighing in relief. âY-yeahâŠWhat are we gonna paint?â
âA canvas! Just for us to paint, then Iâll hang in my cafĂ©.â He said with a full smile. âYou should see what Iâve done to it so far.â
âCool!â She sounded rather eager. Maybe it was because of Moon smiling or the painting. She couldnât tell as she chuckled. âOooooo. Hey Moon. Use my black hoodie, youâre wearing a white shirt and I donât want ya to stain it.â
âO-oh, thank you Angie. You donât have toâŠâ
Angie had already had her jacket off as she put it on Moon. Because she was a little taller, it fit him loose. Just underneath her red shirt collar was the tip of a fresh wound. âReady?â
Angieâs hoodie felt⊠nice. âMhm! Letâs go.â They finally walked inside. Moon quickly went to turn on the lights. There were a few towels on the ground, surrounding the canvas. The canvas had been painted light blue and there was⊠tape on it?
She giggled watching him. Angie looked at the tape curiously. âYo Moon. Thereâs already tape on it? Nice shade of blue by the way.â
âMerci, I put the tape there for a design.â He took out some paints. âWhich color would you like?â
Angie studied the colors carefully. She bit her lip as she looked at Moon. A small nervous smile stretched across her face. âUhâŠ.Moon? Bad time to mention this but Iâm color blindâŠâ She giggled awkwardly
âHm, thatâs okay. Just guess which one is good then! Thereâs no problem.â
âAlright. I got this. HmâŠ.â Angie pointed an orange can of paint. âThis pink one.â
Moon nodded and handed her a paint brush. âStart painting wherever you like.â
Angie happily accepted the brush and opened the bucket. She mixed up the paint a little bit before putting some on a brush.
Samuel bit his lip, "right... Just a little farther Angie...." He sped up a little bit and turned onto his street before slowing to a stop in front of his house.
Angie nodded, shuddering a bit. âSamuel, this is really startin to get worse.â She coughed a bit more, her face getting pale.
Samuel nodded and quickly got out of the car, rushing around to Angie and gently lifting her up. He ran into his house, careful to not move Angie too much. He set her gently in a chair, âI have to run and get the aid supplies. I will be right back.â
Angie nodded, breathing heavily. She held her chest, covering where she was stabbed. âS-SamuelâŠ.PleaseâŠ.Be careful.â Her little grin returned again. âCus if you trip, I may accidently laughâŠâ
Samuel chuckled softly and nodded before he rushed out of the room. He returned a moment later with the supply kit and a pot of water with a cloth. âOkay⊠letâs see what damage has been done, shall weâŠ?â
Angie shuddered. âSamuel. I was stabbed in my chest and ribsâŠ.This can get really awkward really fast if you think about it for a minuteâŠâ
Samuel hesitated, âyou are a simply a friend, Angie, and I am already with someone. I personally wouldnât find anything awkward, or intimate, about this. Just a fix of a wound like a doctor. But I donât want you to feel awkward. I could take you to a real doctor⊠and if you donât want to go to a doctor then⊠maybe there is something you can tie around yourself to cover up if you wish? Unless the stab prevents thatâŠ.â
âThatâs it SamuelâŠ.You can keep a secret right? Like, a totes huge one? One that will probably change your whole opinion on me?â She looked at him nervously, her hands fidgeting her shirt. Angie had her elbows in front of her chest, looking like she was hiding something.
Samuel nodded slightly, âof course, Angie. This will just be between you and me, you have my word.â
Angie gulped before taking her jacket off. She slowly took her shirt off and set it aside. Her chest was flat, much like a maleâs chest. In fact, it was a maleâs chest. Her wounds were leaking a little blood. She had old scars up and down her abdomen. Angie put her face into her hands as she sighed. âYupâŠ.This is meâŠ.I wasnât born a girlâŠâ
Samuel blinked in shock for a moment before he sighed softly, âAngie⊠I donât care what sex you were born with. You are who you want to be.â He smiled, âif you want to be a female⊠then⊠you are a female.â
She looked at him in shock. "So...You're cool with me being, me?" Angie wiped her eyes. "Dude I am trying not to cry again...Samuel, why can't there be more people like you out there? Badass and accepting?"
"Voulez-vous peindre avec moi?"
âI wish I know French, but, I still love you. I mean it, I mean youâre cute! I mean I-Augggggh.â
Moon blinked, he then smiled brightly. He was still completely oblivious to what Angie was really saying. âI love you! Would you like to paint with me?â
Angie was a deep red as Moon said this. She stuttered like a fumbled child. âY-yeah, love. I mean you too. I mean shit. Painting sounds cool. We should totes do that. Paint. YeahâŠâ
Moon laughed. âPainting is⊠uh, trĂ©s cool! Follow me.â He grabbed Angieâs hand and led her towards his cafĂ©.
Angieâs face was a deeper red as she chuckled, running along with Moon. âWhat are we painting?â
âYouâll see! Itâs going to be so much fun!â When they were a few feet away, Moon let go of her hand and flung the front door open. He almost broke the door in the process, but he wouldnât have noticed either way. He motioned Angie inside.
Angie laughed loudly as she watched him nearly break his door. âMoon donât hurt yourself!â As she spoke, where she had been recentely injured struck her with pain. âOh godâŠâ
Moon frowned and quickly went to over to her. âAre you okay? You seem to be in painâŠâ
âItâs a nothing man. Just um, parkoured wrong?â
âOkay⊠Be more careful next time. Itâs not fun being hurt, I would knowâŠâ He gently patted her shoulder.
âI-I willâŠ.â She smiled a little bit before hugging Moon. âJust let it happen Moon.â
Moon simply hummed as he hugged Angie back, gently rocking side to side.
Angie hummed and relaxed, rocking with him. She nuzzled her head into his chest
âI care about you a lot, okay Angie? Iâm not telling you to stop, Iâm just telling you to be more cautious. IâŠâ Moon gently shook his head. âI worry a lot.â
âI worry too manâŠ.I need to be honest with you, but first, I have a question. Have you been getting attacked lately?â
Moon tensed up for a moment. âYesâŠâ
Angie felt him tense and looked up, concerened. âI need to know if it was one at a time or a group.â
âOne at a time, Sam was there to help me with most of those run-ins⊠I canât defend well.â
âThank god for Samuel andâŠHow badly did they hurt you?â She sounded a bit different. A little more concerned and suspicous. A little angry
âYouâre not mad at me are you? I didnât mean to attract so much attentionâŠâ
âIâm not mad at you, Iâm mad at those asshats who think itâs a good idea to hurt my cute lil'nerd. Moon, Angie is goin to pound some ass.â Angie hugged him tighter, wincing herself due to the fact she hasnât healed up all the way.
Moon patted her head. âYou donât need to do that Angie⊠It was my fault.â
She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. One of her hands gently carresed Moonâs hair. âYou have the face of purity. You were never at fault. Who did this, where do they live and what are they scared of?â
Moon had a light blush on his face. âI can tell you they are not scared of trans peopleâŠâ
Angieâs blush matched his as her expression softened. âMoon, I will make them suffer. No one will ever lay a finger on you again.â
Moon started to cry, burying his head into her shoulder.
Angie was surprised by this and began to massage his back gently, shooshing him, humming at times
Moon demeanor didnât change. He enjoyed the comfort he was getting, but couldnât bring himself to say so.
With much fear and anxiety, Angie nervously raised her lips to his cheek, kissing the tears away. Her hands kept doing the gentle rubs, hoping heâll feel better
Moon froze for a moment, surprised by the kiss. A small smile crept onto his lips. He slowly stopped crying. âA-AngieâŠâ
Angie looked at him, more nervous than ever. Her face was a deep red. She noticed the little smiled, but stared at Moon, still scared. âY-yeah?âŠâ
Moon kissed her cheek. âWell⊠should we get painting?â
Angie turned as red as she can get as she stood there, still holding him. After a few seconds of this, she nodded, sighing in relief. âY-yeahâŠWhat are we gonna paint?â
âA canvas! Just for us to paint, then Iâll hang in my cafĂ©.â He said with a full smile. âYou should see what Iâve done to it so far.â
âCool!â She sounded rather eager. Maybe it was because of Moon smiling or the painting. She couldnât tell as she chuckled. âOooooo. Hey Moon. Use my black hoodie, youâre wearing a white shirt and I donât want ya to stain it.â
âO-oh, thank you Angie. You donât have toâŠâ
Angie had already had her jacket off as she put it on Moon. Because she was a little taller, it fit him loose. Just underneath her red shirt collar was the tip of a fresh wound. âReady?â
Angieâs hoodie felt⊠nice. âMhm! Letâs go.â They finally walked inside. Moon quickly went to turn on the lights. There were a few towels on the ground, surrounding the canvas. The canvas had been painted light blue and there was⊠tape on it?
She giggled watching him. Angie looked at the tape curiously. âYo Moon. Thereâs already tape on it? Nice shade of blue by the way.â
âMerci, I put the tape there for a design.â He took out some paints. âWhich color would you like?â
Angie studied the colors carefully. She bit her lip as she looked at Moon. A small nervous smile stretched across her face. âUhâŠ.Moon? Bad time to mention this but Iâm color blindâŠâ She giggled awkwardly
âHm, thatâs okay. Just guess which one is good then! Thereâs no problem.â
"Alright. I got this. Hm...." Angie pointed an orange can of paint. "This pink one."
Samuel bit his lip, "right... Just a little farther Angie...." He sped up a little bit and turned onto his street before slowing to a stop in front of his house.
Angie nodded, shuddering a bit. âSamuel, this is really startin to get worse.â She coughed a bit more, her face getting pale.
Samuel nodded and quickly got out of the car, rushing around to Angie and gently lifting her up. He ran into his house, careful to not move Angie too much. He set her gently in a chair, âI have to run and get the aid supplies. I will be right back.â
Angie nodded, breathing heavily. She held her chest, covering where she was stabbed. âS-SamuelâŠ.PleaseâŠ.Be careful.â Her little grin returned again. âCus if you trip, I may accidently laughâŠâ
Samuel chuckled softly and nodded before he rushed out of the room. He returned a moment later with the supply kit and a pot of water with a cloth. âOkay⊠letâs see what damage has been done, shall weâŠ?â
Angie shuddered. âSamuel. I was stabbed in my chest and ribsâŠ.This can get really awkward really fast if you think about it for a minuteâŠâ
Samuel hesitated, âyou are a simply a friend, Angie, and I am already with someone. I personally wouldnât find anything awkward, or intimate, about this. Just a fix of a wound like a doctor. But I donât want you to feel awkward. I could take you to a real doctor⊠and if you donât want to go to a doctor then⊠maybe there is something you can tie around yourself to cover up if you wish? Unless the stab prevents thatâŠ.â
âThatâs it SamuelâŠ.You can keep a secret right? Like, a totes huge one? One that will probably change your whole opinion on me?â She looked at him nervously, her hands fidgeting her shirt. Angie had her elbows in front of her chest, looking like she was hiding something.
Samuel nodded slightly, âof course, Angie. This will just be between you and me, you have my word.â
Angie gulped before taking her jacket off. She slowly took her shirt off and set it aside. Her chest was flat, much like a male's chest. In fact, it was a male's chest. Her wounds were leaking a little blood. She had old scars up and down her abdomen. Angie put her face into her hands as she sighed. "Yup....This is me....I wasn't born a girl..."
