Stinky little OC oneshots

Knocked off your feet | crush au

Hi, I'm Alan Williams , yeah, weird name huh? Not really. I'll explain that later anyways, I'm friends with Jamie Silva, he's been my best friend since diapers basically. Jay's my player two, he likes animals, specifically dogs and ferrets, he has blond hair, brown eyes, he likes staying up, reading comics, watching mean girls, Johnny Depp, he's basically a foot shorter than me, if that matters.

And he's also my crush, so that's always fun for your best friend to be your crush, I was lying, no it is indeed not fun to be best friends with your crush. What a surprise! Yay.

I sit in my room, I just threw out the love of my dreams by Weezer plays in the background as I read a book that could probably get me stereotyped by any kid on the internet

I hum as my alarm goes off and I pop my knuckles, getting out of bed.

-JAMIE POV-

Hola, my names Jamie Silva, yeah My name means supplanter I think, that's weird.

Well, enough about my odd name, anyway, I'm friends with best boy, giraffe man....Alan Williams! He's my best friend, 100%! If the world were to explode the ONLY thing my mind will go to is Alan.

He likes amphibians, frogs mostly, he's got this fluffy cake lookin' hair and hazel eyes, honestly I can't even tell what color his eyes are, he definitely likes drawing, ranting about random shit to me, heathers, Johnny depp- yeah we love Johnny, he's basically a foot taller than me if your into that-

I like to think of us as a gamer and artist dynamic! Or maybe villain and devoted side kick.. hmmm, I don't even really know.

But here's the thing: I have a crush on this goddamn perfect ass giraffe man. I'm so tired of ittttt

You do not understand how oblivious this dumbass is, if you saw me calling this bitch hot you'd see him saying 'thank you! You too, Jay!'

I hate him.

-ALAN POV-

I stir awake, my brain still fumbling to figure out what's going on. I stretch my arms in a Y shape and open my curtains from the comfort of my mattress still:

I tap my fingers on the headboard of my bed twice, my feet dripping down onto the floor as I stand, my bones popping as I straightened up for the day, I walk over to my closet. I pick out a Yankees hat, a NIRVANA shirt and some slacks.

My mind slows as I regain balance, my senses return to my body as I become ready for the day. I run downstairs and grab a muffin, picking up my skateboard that sits next to the door I walk outside, and just like that, I confirm to myself that today is gonna be just fine.

-JAMIE POV-

Today is gonna be shit. I wake up, crawling out of bed miserably, actually, maybe it won't be, I have friend..ssss? No. Not plural.

Today is gonna be horrible, and I know it. I'm using psychic powers to predict it. I'm gonna have the worst day EVER. I wobble over to my closet and pick out a blue NASA hoodie and a pair of navy blue jeans, white socks and black converses.

I run downstairs, putting toast in the toaster and eating it as fast as possible, I dash outside and hop on my bike, hey. Maybe today WILL be good? Nah. It'll probably suck, probably is my key word there, PROBABLY.

I probably said probably a lot, probably probably probably, doesn't sound like a word anymore huh?

Weird.
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