My Love From the Next Window

I'm born with two fathers. Yes, they're gay, but they were man enough to raise me when my true parents cannot. My gay parents sell cakes and pastries at home and they'll get orders and deliveries from time to time. I make my outfits; I wear it like they’ll never have this limited edition, like my best friend Lindsey is. It is where I have known my whole life must be, designing. I am like this, like colorful wigs and costumes on ordinary days; I have no plan to blend in.

I always invite my 22-year-old boyfriend, Max, to almost all our dinners; my parents do not like him, or so, they do not understand that we understand our unique interests and love each other. I am beginning to be hopeless of when they can accept him as he is; they’re always saying that he is a bad influence to me… and soon, that day did come, when we broke up. Along with the decline of our relationship, my summer started with a bang, the Bell’s have come back, and this time for good. I was in love with one of them, not the father, not definitely the mother and the other twin – who I once was a best friend of – but the cricket that has always chirped across the same window as mine, I mean, Cricket Bell – who has broken my heart. And now that they’re back, I will have to reconcile my feelings for each other once and for all.

Cricket Bell may not be as cool as my ex-boyfriend is, but he is the most interesting person I know. It’s his nature to be kind and intelligent and attractive… and well dressed. It is becoming impossible to deny that he means something to me; I guess it never ran out, but I don’t have the courage to name it, not just yet, if I’ll assume, you-know-what-happens-next. We have been always hanging out, first was when I was walking Betsy, our pet, and then when bumped into each other and he offered to join me in… and the next thing I know, we had made it our routine. I know we are in reconcile, but I can feel something that’s more than that, his brother says that he’s an idiot of these things – even his brother noticed it – I must not assume, it’ll just break what Cricket and I have now, our friendship filled with thrown bobby pins from my wig to his window.

Cricket convinced me to never mind what people say… and with that, my confidence to dress up in full costumes and make-ups has boomed. Cricket was always the boy next door, literally, across my window too. He has made me many inventions, only for my eyes. I wish he’ll throw that idiotic courage he has and tell me what we once were and what we are now. We would make a great and happy team – Lola and the boy next door.