THIS STORY DEALS WITH TRANSGENDER ISSUES, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. THIS STORY IS TOLD FROM PAUL'S POV. IF HE SEEMS OFFENSIVE, IT IS BECAUSE HE IS IGNORANT TO TRANS ISSUES.
I remember the day I first saw Noelle like it was yesterday. I was walking down the street to my house back from the 7-11, kicking a can that I'd found about 3 blocks back down the street. I was bummed out and with good reason. It was Saturday and my senior year of high school started in 2 days. I'd have to start applying to colleges and preparing for my future and all that crap. To be honest, I'd decided back in my sophomore year that I wanted to go to the California institute of the Arts but my dad would probably hand me my ass on a silver platter if I told him that. You see, my dad's had my life planned out for me since 5th grade. His plan is that I'm going to graduate from Chandler High school, go on to Stanford university to study law and then take over my dad's law firm. I brought up the subject of my being a professional artist with my dad once and only once. He wasn't all that thrilled with my ambition.
"What in the Hell!" he shouted as he threw a plate at the wall. "What's the matter with that damn school! They're turning my only son into some kind of liberal hippy art loving..." I'll keep it PG-13 for you young people. For someone who thinks all artists are losers and drug artists, my dad really knows how to put color into a conversation. To her credit, my mom tries to support my dreams of being an artist, but she can only do so much. At least my sister Addison lives up to my dad's expectations of being a professional cheerleader. Anyway, I was upset because graduation and the miserable laborious existence that would be my life was getting nearer and nearer. Day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second. I wasn't completely alone though, I was able to talk to my best friend Nathan Kitzmiller. He was a pretty cool guy, but the important thing was that he never got in trouble, which I guess is a good thing, because if he was an average teenager, my dad would've banned me from seeing him. I'd invited him to come with me, but he'd gotten grounded for skipping school to go to a Ed Sheeran concert. As I finally saw my house, I noticed that there was a moving van parked at the house next door. People were moving shit in and there was a considerable amount to be moved. Suddenly, I saw this girl in the driveway of the house. She was wearing a yellow tank top with a purple sweater over it, a black skirt, and a pair of sneakers that she'd clearly used as her canvas. As she looked up, I was able to see her face. She had long flowing light brown hair and the nicest pair of blue eyes. However, I did notice that her face had a sort of boyish look, it wasn't too boyish that she looked like a dude in a dress, but just boyish enough that you could notice it. As she saw me, she gave me a small smile and waved. I waved back, but slammed into my mail box a few seconds later. After I got up, I saw her holding her hand over her mouth, trying to suppress a giggle. I couldn't help smiling back, in spite of myself.
That night, as we ate dinner, my dad told us about this new client he'd defended. Apparently, this guy had robbed a bank and there was a lot of evidence that proved he did it, but my dad got him off on a technicality.
"And the funny thing was, after the case was dismissed, he leaned over and told me he did it." My dad said as he laughed. I excused myself and headed up to my room. As I worked on a drawing of Jesus at the sermon on the mount, I looked out my window and saw the girl in her room. Her new house had a window right across from mine. She was writing something when she looked out her window and saw me through mine. She flipped a page and started writing, she then held up her notebook so I could see.
"HEY." She'd written in bold letters.
"HY." I quickly wrote back.
"WHAT U DOING?"
"NOTHING INTERESTING, U?" She held up a drawing of a Zebra running. She had some serious talent. I swear to God, she did.
"YOU'RE GOOD." I wrote.
"THANKS" Noelle wrote. "DO U GO 2 CHANDLER HIGH?" I nodded. She smiled.
"I'M A SENIOR."
"WHAT'S CHANDLER HIGH LIKE?" Noelle asked me.
"HONESTLY, THE SCHOOL ITSELF IS DECENT ENOUGH, I MEAN IT AIN'T A DUMP OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT, BUT A LOT OF THE KIDS R ASSHOLES, IF U DON'T PLAY A SPORT OR LET GUYS IN UR PANTS, THEY LIKE 2 MESS WITH U." I wrote her.
"WELL, THEY'LL HAVE 2 GET OVER IT, I DON'T PULL DOWN MY SKIRT 4 ANYONE." She wrote back.
"WELL THEN, U HAVE MORE CLASS THAN MOST GIRLS AT SCHOOL."
"WELL, THANK U." Suddenly, my mom called up and told me to go to bed.
"I GOT 2 GO." I wrote.
"SO DO I, CAN WE TALK TOMORROW?" Noelle wrote back. I nodded. She smiled at me as she put down her notepad and went into her closet, I assumed to change into her nightgown if she had one. I don't want to say that it was love at first sight because it wasn't but, there was just something about her that made her seem special. So yes, I liked Noelle from the start.