Another day at the bus stop, another 25 minutes of writing. The only thing different about today is I'm waiting.
Waiting for Jackson to come up.
But you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at me. If anything I look even more focused on my work then ever. But if I wanted to talk to him, he wouldn't be interested. He only talks to me when I want nothing to do with him. He thrives off of being annoying. That's what little boys do isn't it?
"Hi."
I turn around, trying to look nonchalant, but can't help it when a smile breaks out on my face. Screw this act. "Hi Jackson!"
He looks confused "You know my name?"
"I heard people say it a few times." He doesn't seem to believe me but doesn't say anything. "Sooo I used your suggestion!"
"What do you mean?"
I smile again and flip to a bookmarked page. "My characters went to a dinner."
He doesn't seem to get it.
"They ordered hamburgers." I explain.
"You seeeee?!?!? I got this fanfiction stuff in the bag!"
I giggle "You sure do. Got any more suggestions?"
"Tons!!!!"
"Good, because from now on, I'm gonna need lots of help."
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Unspoken Compassion
Fiksi RemajaMy neighborhood best friend is just so strange...I decided to make him even stranger by writing this as if he was 4 years younger.
