Lyle's POV:

Ken apologized, I didn't really think that he would. Most people don't think to. They just assume that I'll forget.

 I've lost friends when I told them my sister was trans too.

I always knew I was gay since I was very little, I liked guys, I thought everyone liked the same sex. My parents were just an anomaly. And most adults. 

But nevertheless, not everyone thought the same thing. People didn't like my hair long. They didn't like my piercings. They didn't like that I didn't want to have playdates with little girls, and I when I was forced to, I corrected the parents (primarily moms) who said that one day we might date. 

I didn't like girls, and no one could force me to. 

My parents sure didn't try, I mean they realized that Iris was trans and actually let her transition when she was 10, so why the hell would they force their son to like girls?

My mom sat me down and asked me if I was gay when I was 13. She said that she would have had asked me sooner, but she wanted me to understand my identity before I told her my solid answer. I came out, but then people distanced themselves, and I was already depressed. So I got angry and....

Well, my parents are rich, and, I kind of slept around in high-school. Did drugs, wanted to ruin myself. I was in a pretty rough patch. I felt if I fuck myself up enough, then people would finally leave me, then I could kill myself with no one to mourn me. I mean, I tried plenty of times. Never worked, someone would find me, I would fake trying to get better until I went back to everything. 

I had a boyfriend throughout high-school and my first semester of college, he kept us a secret, I didn't mind. And he didn't mind me cheating on him when I was mad. He gave me drugs, I gave him... all of me. Every bit. I had no one besides him. I was a shell of myself. My family sat me down and held an intervention, they told me that I was going to a therapist, I was going to change colleges, and I was to break up with him. I hated them, I fought, screamed. 

I wanted to ruin their reputation. 

But then Tom and Iris did their own version of it. They explained how worried they were. How much they loved me. I saw my little brother sobbing in front of me saying that he'll quit college if I needed him. I saw my older sister, the one I thought was stuffy and too parental, rub my back and explain how partners are supposed to treat you. That's when the facade crumbled.

I wasn't just fucking myself over, I wasn't being edgy, I was destroying the people I loved most. The ones who grabbed me from drowning myself in the bathtub in sophomore year. The ones who busted down my bedroom door when I had slit my wrists and was high off of whatever I could find. Those people. 

So I got my life in order. I blocked him, and moved here. I started real therapy. I'm not healed, but I feel a bit happier.

It's a bit strange, when people assume my mom is homophobic. She looks like a drill sergeant, blond hair, brown eyes, and a mean look when she needs to, but when she smiles. Then her dimples just seem to cave in. I love her smiles. She adores us.

I really love my mom.

And my dad, don't forget my dad. He does look like a supportive dad, medium brown hair, green eyes, in fact he looks like he could be gay. He's got that English professor vibe, when you know he's gay, but then he brings in his wife and children. 

He also tried his best, he corrected people when they misgendered Iris, told parents to leave his house when they tried telling him that they think I should see a psychiatrist for liking guys. He also made sure there was time for his youngest son, Tom. I'm gay, my sister is trans, but what about his normal son, he was ignored. Me and Iris love Tom and he loves us. But he always thought that if he did enough, the attention would be on him.

He would have the spotlight. 

He had A+'s on every subject, he graduated high school at 15, and he's almost done with college. He's 18. He is becoming a doctor and is hell bent on finding a cure for the all sorts of ailments. 

But, I kinda fucked everything up.

 If people know Iris or me, they say, 'Oh your Iris/Lyle's brother' 

He hates it. 

I hate it.

Iris hates it.

We all hate it. 

I'm so proud of him, he's six five-ish, he works out, he's attractive I guess, he plays football as a hobby, and is an amazing cook. 

He brings home amazing girls (my favorite was Lara), but there's always a new one, he can't keep a stable relationship.

Iris an I make fun of him for it quite a bit, I dont feel bad.

"The little bitch left huh?" Marcus walks into the dorm with fast-food, by the smell, Chinese.

"He apologized, I forgave him, there's nothing left to say," I am pretty sure I'm blushing, he was so heartfelt! I like him a lot.

"Let's eat, you do have a appetite yeah?" he asked putting the food down on the table. 

"Yeah, let's eat," I smiled.