He Called Me Amy

Author: Andrman

I am a fictional character, in name and spirit. I enjoy fire and necromancy, and making heterosexual adventure stories as queer as physically possible.

I’m waiting for the G-train heading to Church Ave. I’m smirking and laughing to myself and clutching my bag in my right hand, the day’s value existing in self-discovery and comic books.

He took the G-train heading towards Court Sq. I watched it disappear from across the platform and my tears turned to giggles. He tried to kiss me at the Strand, he tried to kiss me on the L-train, and one level up, at Lorimer Street, he kissed me before we parted ways.

I wipe away traces of saliva from my lips, letting it collect on my sleeve with the crumbs of the salad I made myself buy.

I want to text my friends, thank them for their assistance, but there’s no service underground when you’re waiting for the G-train.

“I don’t want you think I’m just trying to get out of our date…”

“No, no, I don’t. And if you were, you’re the best actress I’ve ever met.”

I’m waiting for the G-Train heading to Church Ave. I feel like a bitch and I’m proud of myself. I block him on OkCupid.

My name is Anders.