I decided to make one where he was sad too ☺️ and no way am I hating on Wes for talking about him being trans, if anything I support him 100%
Your POV:
It was about 12:30 at night, and I was wide awake. I couldn't seem to fall asleep for some reason, so I was watching Lost on Netflix. I really wish Wes was with me right now, I could use a cuddle buddy. But, he was at his house, as he had a family dinner tonight, so he just decided to stay home. In the middle of an episode, my phone beeped, signaling that I had a text message. I picked up my phone, seeing it was from Wes. I smiled a little and opened my phone.
From:
Wesley 💕 - babe, can you please come over...?
He seemed sad, or upset, even though it was just a text. I quickly replied, worrying what was wrong.
To:
Wesley 💕 - of course Wes. Are you ok?
From:
Wesley 💕 - no. I need someone right now. Specifically you
I was scared. What's wrong? Is he gonna do something he regrets? Are people hating on him? Or is he hating on himself?
To:
Wesley 💕 - I'm on my way right now.
I shut my laptop and got up from my bed, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, grabbing my phone, glasses, and car keys, making my way to the front door. I had to be quiet because my family was asleep, and I didn't want to get caught.
*skip car ride*
Once I made it to Wes's house, I parked, and made my way to his door. I then received a text from him saying the door was already open. Weird. I slowly and quietly opened the door, and I was suddenly attacked in a hug from Wes. He nuzzled his head in my neck, and I felt tears making their way from his cheeks to my shoulder.
"Hey, hey, calm down, ok? I'm here. You're gonna be ok, Wes," I whispered in his ear as I rubbed his back. When he pulled away, his cheeks were covered in tears, his eyes were bloodshot red, and he was whimpering.
"Aww, Wes. What's wrong?" I wiped some tears away from his cheeks as he tried to talk.
"P-people are talking about h-how I'm transgender, and, I-I just got upset. Um, do you still love me, even though I used to be a girl?" He confessed, and shyly asked me. My heart broke right then. He's always been very secluded and reserved about this topic, and he tries to avoid it as much as possible.
"Come on, let's go up to your room and talk about this." He nodded and we made our way up to his room. Once we were there, he shut his door and sat down on his bed, pulling me with him.
"Ok, so what are people saying about you?" I asked once we got comfortable. He sighed and started talking.
"People were just talking about how I'm 'not really transgender' and how I just said I am for attention. But why the fuck would I lie about something like this? I don't get why people don't believe that. And some people were even saying how I would never get a girlfriend if the girl knew I'm trans. And-" I cut him off.
"Fuck what they say. They're obviously wrong because I'm your girlfriend, right?" He nodded and I continued.
"If they think you're lying about it, they can fuck off. If they're a true fan of yours, they know the truth and they accept you. People should know that it's not an easy thing for you to talk about. Just ignore those kinds of people, ok? Because I hate seeing you so upset over this," I whispered and started rubbing his back.
"Ok. Thank you so much, babe. And one last question. Y-you don't mind that I'm, um, trans?" He asked quietly.
"Of course not. Never. If anything, you turned out to be hot as fuck, so I don't mind at all," I said honestly. He laughed a little and looked up at you.
"I love you. So much."
"I love you too, Wes. Now how about we watch a movie or something to get your mind off of things." He smiled and agreed, as he put on Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone. We sat there cuddled up, watching the movie, and Wes was starting to get happier by the second. All he needed was a shoulder to cry on, a cuddle, and a movie night.
As I said in the beginning, I don't hate Wes for being transgender, it doesn't change my view on him, and I support him 100%. It was the only thing I could think of at the moment 😁
