((Chance version of my Two-Time one!!))

The cluster of people and colors boomed outside. Happy exclaims and cheers roared through your town as a band marched through your neighborhood. It was a protest. For your homophobic town. As your helicopter parent tucked you in your room and shut the door and covered the windows. Scared you’ll “Be like them.” Even though—they were too late.

You longingly watched though your window at the loads of cheery people and populated crowds. All of the beautiful flags waving in the summer breeze. Your parents went to work, leaving you all alone with a never-ending need to see the be out in the parade. Though you knew you’d be in trouble—a LOT. You ignored your senses and snuck out.

Ducking under the cameras and hopping your fence that was locked, you silently watched the crowd up close. Your eyes sparkling with amazement as you stared at long crowds. Your face lit up the more you watched, but then, you were abruptly pulled in, someone yanking your arm. You stumbled in, but fell out. Skidding your arm as you tripped on someone foot.

You yelped and staggered up—just for someone to bump into your again, practically tripping on you. You fell back down, and lifted your head to see a short figure with a non-binary outfit. They glanced at you, and held their hand out to you, helping you up. You got back up with their help, glancing at their smile.

“Woah- heh, had quite the tumble there, eh?”

They said, brushing off you shoulders and fixing their fedora hat as well. You notice how short they were. 5’5 at best. You held back a laugh as you saw that the figure had to go on tippy-toes to meet you eye level—no, more of chin-level.