I heard soft rustling grass of someone approaching behind where I sat. Probably her.
"Whaddya want?"
She sighed -- yes, it was her -- and came around the bench to sit next to me.
After a moment she reached out with a finger under my chin and tilted my head up, softly brushing away my tears with the other hand... "Is it so bad?"
"But... we're supposed to be lesbians -- girl power and all that -- how can we do that if we're both boys?"