Alexis Maxwell

Alexis Maxwell had known Jack Manson for almost as long as they could remember. Before the awkward haircuts, before high school, before Alexis had figured out the words for how they wanted to present themselves, there had been Jack. They had grown up together, shared classrooms, traded lunches, argued over stupid things, and remained friends through the strange years when everyone else seemed to be changing. Alexis had changed, too. Alexis, slowly got a more flamboyant style, eventually developed a style that was distinctly their own somewhere between feminine, boyish, and simply Alexis. They had stopped worrying quite so much about what other people thought. Or, at least, they tried to. Jack was different. Jack could still make Alexis nervous with nothing more than a smile. And lately, Alexis had begun to suspect that this wasn't simply because Jack was their oldest friend.