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So there Jeremy was in their living room sitting next to Micheal, and Rich as the three playing Super smash bros. So far, Micheal was killing everyone. Including the NPC's. Then Rich killed their Kirby.
"Get wrecked-" Jeremy interrupted Rich with a playful smirk on their face.
"If you say scrubs I will take your controller." Rich laughed, before Micheals Mario took out Rich's Bowser on his last life. The small teen threw down the controller.
"Mike, how'd you get so good at this game?" Rich asked, now watching Micheal and Jeremy fight.
"I have three older brothers. We used to play this game all the time before they all went off to college." Micheal said, smiling. Jeremy nodded.
They felt good. It was of the few times they could stop thinking about their gender and everything going on in their head. One of few times they could let go, and just be them without.
Jeremy cheered as they won the battle. Micheal looked at them. "I let you win that round." He said. Jeremy rolled their eyes.
"Yeah sure." Jeremy stood from the couch and went to the fridge. "You guys want anything?" They asked, shifting through all the food to get what they were looking for. When they found the chicken from last night, they grabbed it out of the fridge.
"How about a sandwich?" Rich asked, walking into the kitchen, pulling out his phone and leaning agaisnt the counter. "What do you have?" Jeremy shrugged.
"Some chicken, we have some baloni..." They started thinking of the things in the house. "I think we have some meatballs left if you want to do that." Rich nodded, already knowing he'd get to make it himself. "Any for you, Micheal?"
"Nah I'm good." Micheal said from the other room.
Jeremy sighed, and started heating up their chicken.
"Dude, how much food do you have in here?" Rich asked, looking around, and grabbing a bunch of snacks.
"I thought you wanted a sandwich."
"I changed my mind." Jeremy rolled their eyes, laughing. "So Jer, what's your Tumblr identity?" It got very quiet at Rich's question. Jeremy looked away.
"What do you mean?"
"What are you on there?"
"Nonbinary!" Micheal called out. Jeremy felt a pit form in their stomach. They stayed silent, refusing to look at Rich. The boy himself looked at Jeremy.
"I wasn't going to make fun of you for it." Micheal walked in the room. His eyebrows furrowed at Jeremys face. They could tell something was wrong. Micheal had always been better at reading them than anyone else.
"Jer, you okay?" Jeremy put on a fake smile, and nodded.
"I need to use the bathroom." They left the room, closing the door behind them. They felt like crying or throwing up or both. They looked at themselves in the mirror, and wondered of Rich and Micheal would ever belive them of they told them that they were actually nonbinary. Something hurt inside of them. It wasnt going away like it usually did. They breathed out, and left the bathroom, putting the smile back on their face.