6 Years Ago

“Mom, Dad... I have to tell you something,” I say to my parents with a concern in my voice.

“What is it hon?” my mother asks as my father also listens in.

“I’m... Non-Binary,” I flinch at my own words. Dad walks over to me around the counter. I swear that I was completely afraid of what’s to come. I felt like my heart is beating like a car on a track going 300 miles an hour, my sweat starting to increase at an enormous rate as I braces for impact. All of the sudden my heart slows down as Dad brings him into a hug. “Why are you...”

“Because I’m happy that you’re able to confess to us,” my dad says in a soft voice.

“But this isn’t right, I’m supposed to be a son not some half son half daughter,” I said with a doubt.

“I’ll always love you for who you are... you are full of potential. One day you’ll grow up to be your own person. Your own half boy-half girl person. Just promise me you’ll never let anyone tell you differently,”

“Ok,” I smile.

Present Day

It was just a regular Tuesday night and I put on a small sized shirt that has a picture of popcorn on it and I put on a sweater as I then got my wallet and keys. As soon as I opened my apartment door I pause to look at the picture that’s hung right beside the door. It was a picture of my parents and my 8 year-old self. I instantly had a flashback multiple of a picticular car crash and a person in a hospital as if I was having a seizure. My dad died by that car crash us home, but my mom and I still survived. Only 2 months later mom would’ve died from too much depression and heartbreak. Ever since then I’ve had those PTSD flashes for 6 years straight and I had to live at a foster's home. I’ve been going for therapy and even gone to rehab a month for abusing painkillers, but I’ve never let that get in the way at least.

“I love you,” I quietly whisper and kiss the photo of my parents and head out the door. I head out my apartment to my red Lamborghini, thank god my parents saved up all that money and gave it to me in their will. Once I turned 18 the amount of $100,000 went to me. It was enough to buy all the stuff I needed like clothing, furniture, or food, then to buy whatever I like. I was still able to keep the money over that amount by doing YouTube videos, mostly for selling my own merch, and from working at a burger joint. Despite all setbacks I was living a pretty decent life lately. About minutes later I pull to a taco restaurant for some dinner. I kept the same tradition that me and my parents had, which was that we either cook or go to a taco restaurant every Tuesday. When holidays like Christmas or even Valentine’s Day it gets lonely for since I have no one to share it with, well my therapist at least visits me during the holidays to keep me company, he was honestly more of a great friend to me.

Minutes later I pull up to the taco restaurant and shut off my car as I get out I saw a lady with purple hair and a skirt being approached by a man multiple times as if he was trying to rape her or something. I would’ve just left the situation alone, but I couldn’t just let her get raped or mugged or whatever the fuck he’s trying to do.

“Let’s go of me you buffoon!!!” the purpled-haired girl yells at the guy in a tux as if he dressed like a prince.

“Aww, does someone need to blow off steam?” I walk up to the two and yelled out at the guy holding the girl.

“Hey, leave her alone douchebag,” I said to him as he then let’s go of her and only grips her by her forearm.

“You shouldn’t try to be hero, What are you some type of girl or a low life drag queen?” he tries to insult me but I easily shook it off.

“My gender is called ‘Non-Binary’, unlike you trying to act like a broke bitch,” I say as he let’s go of her and approaches me getting ready to fight and I decided to use my favorite attack that works every time. “Whoa what the hell is that?” I ask and the guy looks to where I pointed at and I close my fist very tight and punched him in the face. He then became unconscious and fell to the ground. "Hey, are you alright," I ask as she takes my hand and gets up.

"Besides almost getting abused by Blueblood here, I should be fine darling," she dusts herself off.

"Well I suppose I'll get going,"

"Oh but wait, I must reward you for saving me darling, in fact I'll pay for the food,” the purple-haired girl offers as I was actually surprise that she’s even willing to.

“No, it’s okay I don’t... want to impose or anything... and beside you wouldn’t even like me since... I’m a guy in women’s clothing,” I say as I had some trouble finding the right words and even hesitated to decline that offer.

“Nonsense, nonetheless I will not take no for an answer, now it may be quite unusual for a guy wearing a ladies’ intimates doesn’t mean they’re not like most people,” I’m actually shock that she would actually consider me as a person. Usually some people who are mostly transphobic would make fun of me, let alone if anyone else ever cared about me.

“So... you actually don’t care about my looks?” I ask to double check to see if see wasn’t playing.

“It’s not your looks, it’s your inner beauty that’s counts the most,” I then felt chills all over my body as soon as she said that. Then my face starts to turn into a cherry red. “I believe I hadn’t properly introduced myself, my name is Rarity, I’m mostly known as a fashion expertise,”

“Sam Utero, and I’m a Non-Binary person,” we introduced ourselves to each other and Rarity scans my body.

“Say, I do love the clothes you’ve thrown together,” Rarity compliments me on my clothing and I blush yet again.

“Oh uh... Thanks I didn’t really think I pull off this girly look I have,” the fact that I wear size 8 converse shoes, black lady jeans, and and size small popcorn shirt right in the open would make that statement invalid. “Nice dress your wearing, though I’m not really that big on fashion,” Rarity then giggles.

“I know you’re a Non-Binary but I didn’t think you act more like a gentleman,” Rarity teases me wrapping her finger around my shirt collar while I blushed hardly at the feeling. I was gonna reply but I couldn’t find the words. “Aww, what’s the matter, Opal got your tongue?”

“Pretty much,” I nervously say then chuckled. “So wanna go eat?”

“I would love to, darling,”

Author's Note

Truth be told: didn’t work to make the chapter that long because I didn’t want to keep you guys waiting
but don’t worry I’ll have a much longer chapter that’s almost 2,500-3,000 words

Thx for being patient, stay safe

—13 Shades of Sunset