And here I thought I am ready to move on.
Accepting Josh’s offer on a date and putting all the Zayn business at the back of my fucked up mind.
But then, do you ever have those moments when you’re in a good dream and everything’s going perfectly fine in that dream and then suddenly---BAAAAM!!!
You fell off the bed and your ass kissed the cold hard ground while you wonder what the fuck just happened.
Well, you could say I’m having that moment right now.
I mean, I’m aware this ain’t a dream but damn!
I’d rather have a suffocating nightmare than THIS!
And by THIS, I meant three things.
1. Zayn motherfucking Malik is on one knee holding out a box.
2. A twig little blond bitch is on the verge of what looks like an epileptic episode or probably she’s just feeling the overwhelmingly orgasmic joy of what Zayn’s about to do.
3. And lastly, the crowd of cheers around me as they filled the cafeteria with whooping and screeching agreement and enthusiasm towards the THING that’s happening right now.
But what really made me explode like grenade is when this one jock accidentally handed me this big ass cutout of a question mark (?).
I was baffled and confused like the symbol I’m holding!
I didn’t know what’s happening and why am I handed this!
I’m imploding inside and this idiot even made me a props guy!
I looked to my right and soon I found out why I have been handed this.
Four other random guys on my right side were holding cutouts as big as mine.
We were near the center of the crowd where Zayn and this twig looking bitch were at.
So that must be why that idiot handed this ratchet ass question mark so that we can be seen by the two perfect couple on the center.
The first guy on the far side of my right held a big P before him.
The guy on his left has an R above his head shaking it proudly.
The guy next to that guy, the middle guy, held an O as he screams his cheers along with the crowd.
The guy next to me is screeching with this annoying howl or scream or moan or I dunno what the hell is he doing with his life but he has an M and he’s waving it in the air like the flag of America.
And lastly, there I was.
In the most heartbreaking and the most annoyingly awkward position ever in the history of the most heartbreaking and annoyingly awkward positions holding up this cutout of a big question mark covered in red paint and glittered with obnoxious shades of silver on the sides.
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His Rage And His Hormones (Ziall) (BoyxBoy)
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