Grayson sighs as he pulls his boxers on and pulls a long sleeve shirt over his head, putting it on. He avoids looking in the mirror today because he feels gross. He got top surgery two years ago and has been on testosterone for three years, he has depression and anxiety, it's hard for him to talk to people, his parents didn't except that he was transgender when he came out.

He cried in his room for hours, wishing it was different, wishing he could have been born a cis boy because it would be so much easier than transitioning. His mother screamed at him to get out of their house, she was so hysterical. Grayson's father slapped him on the face, he was so angry. Grayson's parents don't understand transgender people they are transphobic. He moved from Los Angeles, California to San Francisco when he turned eighteen. He's been living alone in a ugly apartment.

Grayson opens the bathroom door, stepping outside. He hear a knock on the front door, he walks over to the door and opens it, a boy wearing all black with piercings on his face, smiles at him. Grayson stares at the boy for a few seconds before opening his mouth to speak.

"Hey, who are you?" Grayson asks, confusion written across his face.

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"Dude are you okay?" The boy asks, worried.

"What's your name?" Grayson asks, avoiding the question.

"Julian Jenkins."

"I'm Grayson Wilson."

"Can I come in?" Julian asks.

Grayson stares at him for a few seconds before moving to let him in. He closes the door him and walks over to the living room, sitting down on the couch. Julian sits down next to him, he moves his hair away from his face, he looks so worried and Grayson just met him.

"I know you selfharm and you have depression right?" Julian asks.

"H-how do you know?" Grayson was so scared he wanted to lock himself in his bedroom and never come out.

"We've met before last month I bumped into you at the store, you looked so depressed, I saw your scars on your arms because you were wearing a short sleeve shirt. I used to have depression, I'm taking medication for it. I want to help you, Grayson, please." Julian pleads.

Grayson stares wide eyed at him, speechless. He gets up and goes to his bedroom, laying down on the bed, closing his eyes. He hears footsteps in the hallway, walking to his room. Grayson missed his mom, he wishes she were with him. Julian stands at the doorway, lost in thought.

"Can I lay in bed next you?" Julian asks.

"Sure, I don't care, I don't even know you and you want to sleep in my bed." Grayson says.

"Grayson, I'm your next door neighbor, we've talked before and I even stayed over at your place. Don't you remember?"

Julian closes the bedroom door, walks over to Grayson's bed, laying down next to him. He turns over onto his side, staring at Grayson. Grayson turns over to face Julian, smiling.

"Hi." Grayson says, embarrassed.

"Hi." Julian says.

Grayson closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep.