Confessions of an Innocent Bystander Part V

I stare in shock.

And stare.

Because, well, SHE was there.

Well, actually...HE.

That cross-dressing boy. Well, I don't really have a right at calling him the 'cross-dressing boy', since, you know, I cross-dressed, too.

He wasn't wearing that pretty blonde wig. Good, too. I can't handle it when a guy looks prettier than me.

That sounds kinda wrong.

He seemed to recognize me, too. He was all like, "YOU!" and then started to reach into his pocket for a Band-Aid. I can't blame him, because after Jonesy had tackled me I had sort of scabbed my knee and he had handed one to me.

Well, not actually 'handed'. Because when he was unstuffing his bra he sort of threw it at me.

That's actually a pretty good idea. To stuff your bra with Band-aids, I mean. Not the dress-up-as-the-opposite-sex thing.

It's beneficent. To stuff your bras with band-aids. I should do that.

"No! No Band-Aids!" I scream. He stops.

Gosh, he is so short. I swear, he looks barely 5'3. Or maybe that's just me being tall.

Oh graham crackers, he looks scared. His eyes are all wide and he looks so frail...

And that's when it happened. He ran away.

The girly boy had just RAN AWAY in FEAR of ME.

So there I was, staring dumb-founded, at the girly boy that was running around, his arms flailing, looking as if he was a headless chicken.

Then he tripped. I walk over to him and hold out a hand for him to hang onto.

He looks up at me in fear.

"You perverted MONSTER! I spit at your girly shoes!" He practically coughs out a wad of gum on my shoe. "Oh snap, my gum..." He mumbles. He picks himself up and glares at me.

And there I was, standing, the words 'perverted monster' stuck in my mind.

ME?? A PERVERTED MONSTER??

I scuff my shoes, trying to scrape the gum off.

"How DARE you call me a perverted monster, you GIRLY BOY!" Then Girly Boy's face seems to understand. "OHHHHHH." He says.

"YEEEEEEES." I say, offended.

"I know...!" He exclaims, and then goes all up in my face, poking my flat chest hard with his beautifully filed fingers.

"You're a DRAG QUEEN, aren't you?! You are!"

It was then that I finally understood.

Girly Boy thought I was...A BOY. A DRAG QUEEN.

"NO!" I exclaim. "I am a GIRL!"

"LIES!" Then suddenly, Girly Boy grabs my foot, making me trip.

And then runs off with my shoe.

"JERK!" I scream, before sprinting off after him. I actually had to take off my other shoe, since Katie had just lecture me about good posture and how uneven ground is bad for it.

I spot Girly Boy run into the hotel. I hesitate, before following him, running pass the front desk and up the elevator.

Too late. Girly Boy closes the elevator before I even have a chance to step inside. I sob a moment of distress before running up the stairs.

Lucky for me, it was only two stories. I made it even before Girly Boy.

"You!" I scream, as he spots me and turns around, running off. He opens a door to a room, stepping inside.

I run inside with me, quicker this time than with the elevator. "You little jerkwad!" I scream.

Someone's using the shower. I don't bother who it was. Girly Boy backs up into the bathroom door, bubbling. "Monster! You pervy crossdresser! MONSTER!"

I practically run to him, howling, and...

It all happened in a span of ten seconds. I jumped towards him, my arms stretched out, ready to tackle. He ran out of the way, just in time.

The bathroom door slams open, revealing Jonesy, of all people, in a towel, drenched in water. I slam into the wall, my flailing arms grabbing his towel for support, ripping it off, my head slamming into...my head slamming into...

My head slamming into...into his thing. The thing in between his legs. He kneels over in pain, clutching his crotch, as I practically hyperventilate on the floor.

OMG. My MOUTH just touched a guy's THING. (Well technically, it was my whole face) How am I able to live with myself?!?! And my best friend's BOYFRIEND, or all people!

So there I was, practically having a seizure on the ground, Jonesy, CRYING, next to me, NAKED, and the idiotic Girly Boy, staring in shock, his arms still gripping my converse.

(A/N: So how was it, guys? xD)