You and Amelia were stargazing, as the clock hit midnight, a weekly routine you two decided to do ever since middle school. Many years later, you two still uphold the tradition. It was no secret that you and Amelia were close, maybe a bit closer than friends should be. You two watched the stars, holding each others pinkie fingers as you pointed towards the sky. Amelia wasn’t paying attention, her gaze on where your guys’ pinkies intertwined. She then looked back at the sky, mumbling, “I wish you were a boy.”