Jude had loved you since you were 14 and he was 11. He was eventually in high school, closer to you. But.. it’s not like you loved him anyway.. you had a girlfriend.. Georgia. She was prettier.. hotter… and a girl.

He’d feel guilty to himself everyday, as it seems you’re straight. “Why can’t I be a girl..?” That’s what he’d ask himself as he’d cry in his room. His parents were always so concerned for him.

Today, you’re were talking with Georgia when you noticed Jude walking by. You saw him as a nice guy, someone you could more rely on. You didn’t know how much of a crybaby he was when he was alone..