Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

I have a friend. He protects me from myself and lights up my day with his awful, yet funny, jokes. He is a giant goofball and his name is Queen. 

The Queen and I met at the begining of this school year. I was the silly little kid doing stupid stuff and He was, and still is, one of the funniest kids in the class. Our friendship started of with a funny joke. Then another and another. His nickname comes from an inside joke. 

Then one day our friendship went from just jokes to alot more serious. Trust me that is great. But the way it started wasn't so great. That was the day of my first panic attack. Make that first THREE panic attacks. He wasn't there for the first one. But when I had my second panic attack, he pulled me aside, sat me down, and we just talked. We talked about what was going on and times he has had panic attacks of his own. We also just sat there. Then he had to leave but he still made sure my other friends knew were I was and what was going on. 

He was also there when I had my third panic attack. It was the middle of the night and I texted him. He stayed up with me untill I feel back asleep. He made sure I was okay.

Now, we can just talk to each other about anything we need to talk about. We both have some stuff going on. Mine is my trans stuff and he has his stuff. But we can still talk to each other. He is a Cis Straight Male and I am a Trans Male. Yet we can still talk and be giant goofballs.