Gay or Metro [metro-tweek-tweak]
I bit my lip softly as I looked into the mirror. One last flick of my comb and my hair was perfectly styled into a wave flowing to the ride side. I pulled at the pink sweater that cut off just above my belly button. Looking back into the mirror I nodded with determination. This is what I wanted, this is who I am. With that set in mind I swung my backpack quickly over my shoulders and stumbled out of the house. The walk to school was definitely interesting, ever since metrosexuality had died down because of the crab people stuff like this went back to being... strange. I moved my feet faster, hoping to avoid some of the gazes that the locals were shoving my way.
Eventually I saw the school and a breath of relief left my lips. Seeing a bright pink jacket in the distance I raised my had and waved.
“Tweek!” I said, walking and waving at the same time towards the other blonde.
