#lewis parson

He slipped off his backpack and he grabbed two cans of spray paint. Two black dripping inkmade wings formed from his shoulder blades that helped him soar upward.

The bright fresh paint covered the black paint thickly with ease, the smell of solvent filling the air as Lewis swirled through the air, twisting the colors into swirls and pools of earth and water. He dove down into his pack to grab a white spray can create crests and strings of clouds, sprinkling it along as he glided freely. Lewis grinned at the feeling, seeing the colors finally come to life, such wonderful and beautiful colors that were life itself.

Daniel was silent for a moment, sticking his hands in pockets as they approached the curve of the curb at the end of the street, “I really think you should move in with me Lou.”

Lewis shook his head, “Your mom can barely afford to feed you and Andy, plus you know Andy doesn’t like me.”

Daniel winced at this, “Andy just doesn’t know you.”

“He doesn’t like that…you know.”

“What, that’s you’re trans?”

Lewis grinded his teeth at this, “Yeah.”