“To kick my ass.”
“Not with me standing behind you. And the army of friends in the photo club, the newspaper, the yearbook, the math and science geeks, and the art club. Plus, your little brother is super overprotective.”
He was. I had always thought it was just because I was autistic, and he felt like he had to. But James did always make sure to step between me and trouble without hesitation. Would he do that if he knew I liked dressing like a girl and maybe kissing a boy too? I hoped so.
“Be you, sweetie. You’re beautiful.”
I breathed out a long breath. “Okay. I think? Can you show me what makeup I need to make my eyes pretty?”
“Your eyes are always pretty, but okay.” She shoved me into the fitting room. “Get changed and I’ll go find some colors and we’ll talk over a manicure.”
“What’s a manicure?” I wondered.
