"You know, I think I'm gonna dump him." Gwen announced, as we bounced around the room, doing our sets.

My mom had taken me to my dance class this time. That was all I wanted to say on the matter. I hadn't even gotten a missed call from my dad yet. I tried to pretend it didn't hurt, but it did.

"Micah, Micah are you even paying attention to me? I'm having a crisis and you're lost in-" Gwen suddenly froze and tripped over her own feet, purple-green-blue hair flying through the air as she fell to the ground.

"Gwen?" The rest of the group called out in alarm.

"Oh my God." She shrieked as she started at me.

A small voice in my head continued that with oh my god you guys, looks like Gwen's had a big surprise. I repressed the urge to sing it out loud.

"Are you okay?" I asked, pulling her back up to her feet.

She pointed a finger at me. "We're talking after class."

As soon as the teacher said class was over Gwen rushed me.

"Who's the lucky girl?" She demanded. "You've found your soulmate, I can see it in your eyes."

I gulped. "Uh, no one. You're mistaken. I've still looking."

Gwen folded her arms. "You can't lie to me Micah, you haven't talked about your soulmate hunt in weeks. I can only assume it's because it's over. Who is she?"

I was done with this question to be honest. "There is no she. I don't know what you're talking about."

I also didn't know what their views were. If Gwen wanted an honest answer, she would have to ask a little more privately. It's not like I could leave either, my mom was picking me up and she said she would be late, because she wasn't used to taking me to dance. Unfortunately Gwen happened to be staying late that time too.

"Well why can't you tell me?" She sighed, flopping over the backs of the chairs.

I shrugged. "I don't know."

She frowned suddenly. "It's not a guy is it? Are you gay?"

I bit my lip and her eyebrows flew up.

"You're gay?" She exclaimed. "You don't look gay."

"I'm not gay." I said, annoyed.

"How can your soulmate be a guy if you're not gay?" She asked, innocently but genuinely confused.

I sighed and wondered if I trusted Gwen that much. I decided I did. She of all people knew how to keep her mouth shut.

"I'm not gay, I'm bi, and you can't tell anyone." I explained.

That was the thing about coming out, you didn't just do it once. It gets easier over time though.

Gwen frowned, and grew quiet all of a sudden. "...bi?"

I realized she didn't know what I meant. "Bisexual, as in both girls and guys."

She blinked, then looked as if she were having an epiphany. "That's a thing?"

"Definitely.

To my surprise the door clicked open then. Both of our heads turned and I saw Greg was standing there.

"Greg?" I raised an eyebrow.

He raised his hands in defense. "Abby told me where this place was, I'm not a stalker."

Gwen took one look between the two of us and stood up suddenly. "I've got to make a call, see you later Micah."

She grabbed her stuff and stormed out the door.

"She seemed flustered." Greg commented quietly, standing near the door awkwardly.

It was then I noticed. "Hey, where's your hoodie? I never see you take that thing off."

Greg shrugged. "I'm feeling especially masculine today, I usually just wear it as a precaution at school. And it's comfy."

Instead he was wearing a black t-shirt and gray jeans. He looked nice.

"What're you doing here?" I asked, swooping in for a hug.

"I wanted to see you, and I'm supposed to be out buying eggs so I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone." He explained. "I didn't know you took dance lessons."

I gestured to the studio. "Well now you do."

"Yeah Abby said you were pretty good, but wouldn't show off cause you're too modest. I agreed with her." He admitted. "I have no idea how to dance so I guess that's super attractive."

I snorted, then my eyes widened. "You don't know?"

He flailed his arms. "I mean yeah, who actually knows this stuff when they're asked."

"Well I obviously have to show you something now." I smirked, taking his hand.

"Obviously?"

"Greg, if sombody says they don't know how to dance, it's always and open invitation to dance with them. It'll be cute, come one."

Greg blushed. "I don't know, like I really have no idea what I'm doing."

"Come one, my mom's not gonna be another thirty minutes." I pleaded, reaching for his hand.

He eyed me warily, but playfully, then took it. I put my other hand on his shoulder, and he hesitantly realized that meant his other hand went around my waist.

"We haven't even started yet and you're already flustered." I giggled.

"Shut up." He mumbled through a grin.

"Now you just move you feet with mine. In a square." I continued, counting it out. 1-2-3, 1-2-3. "We don't even learn these types of dances here, this place is a little more hip-hoppy. But you're my boyfriend so I figured..."

He didn't say anything, but the color of his cheeks said enough.

To finish it off, I took one of his hands and titled him. He was already pretty flustered so it didn't take much to let him fall so I could dip him. I caught him, and we stayed still like that for a moment, before I couldn't take it anymore and brought him back up to kiss him, gently. His lips were soft and he smelled like trees, nice.

We broke apart and Greg looked like he was going to faint with happiness. He grabbed my hand again, and I felt that rush of relief flow through me.

"You feel that too right?" He asked.

I knew what he was talking about, but I couldn't put it into words. "Yeah, I think so."

He laughed. "Thank goodness, I thought it was just a trans thing for a second."

"Wait what?"

He didn't let go, but raised an eyebrow. "What does it feel like when we touch to you?"

"Calm, like I can do anything." Kind of like the opposite of anxiety.

"Yeah me too. It's nice." He agreed. "I like it."

We decided to sit down while we waited a bit more, Greg still wanted to hold my hand. "What did you mean when you thought it was a trans thing?"

He bit his lip. "Do you...do you know what dysphoria is?"

"Kind of...?" I admitted, it was never something I had experienced first hand.

He leaned against my shoulder and sighed. "It's looking at yourself in the mirror and not recognizing the person who looks back at you. Only you hate the person in the mirror. Dysphoria is the one who says you'll never be happy in your own body so why continue to live in it? It's just something I experience a lot, being trans. Sometimes I just never feel like I'll never be comfortable in my own skin. Except when I'm with you. I don't feel like anything other than a boy when I'm with you."

"Thanks." I said gently.

I was rubbing his hand gently as he was talking, when I noticed the small little red lines going up the inside of his forearm. I hadn't ever noticed them before. I sat up straight, and Greg shared a look with me.

"Oh, uh." He grimaced, Turing his hand over. "S-sorry."

He wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Is that...did that used to make you feel better, about dysphoria?" I asked gently.

He looked ashamed. "Yeah, I'm sorry."

I pursed my lips as I thought of something to say. "That's alright. I mean it isn't, but you don't have to say sorry. I'm just...worried I guess."

"I know, you should be. Those scars are...old. I haven't...I haven't actually done it in almost two years." Greg explained. "Especially not now."

"Hey Greg?" I started.

He glanced at me wearily. "Yeah?"

"You're a handsome young man, you know that?" I insisted, taking his arm and kissing his wrist lightly. "My attractive boyfriend, you can talk to me about anything, I promise I will always listen."

Greg blushed so hard he covered his face out of embarrassment. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"

I pulled him into a hug and he sighed into my chest. We hung hung like that for a second before he suddenly patted my torso.

"I'm getting better. I'm still hoping for the day I can go to the beach with my shirt off without getting stared at." His muffled voice said.

"By that time you'll probably be totally ripped too."

"Oh yeah, totally. Then all the white girls at the beach can go, ugh, why are all the hot ones gay?"

I snorted, which made him laugh, which made me happy. My mom turned out to be a lot more than thirty minutes late, but in the end I didn't mind.