Knock Knock
“Conan?”
“Gray.”
I chuckled. “Come in.”
I was sprawled on my bed, on my computer, finishing up an essay.
“Popstar, internet sensation et cetera just walked into the room and this is the reception he receives?” Conan, my best friend said as he strolled lazily into my room. By the way his last name wasn't gray.
“You wish,” I murmured as I finished up the essay and then closed my laptop shut.
I turned around and sat up.
“So, you done with practice?”
He sat down next to me and sighed before falling down on the bed.
“Yup, coach is still cranky after the loss.”
“He’s a good coach and you all are great players. These things just happen. I'm positive the team will win their next match.”
He gave a stiff smile. The subject of the team was always a sore one.
“Yeah, anyways,” he began getting up. “Are we ready?”
I smirked and got up with him.
“Operation anti-crush culture resumes!” I screamed and we both jogged down the stairs and out the house.
Conan and I were both single. And we hated the concept of dating and relationships. Not just because we were totally unlovable and total losers but because many people always got hurt because of the whole shit.
Of course there were very successful relationships that bloomed. Those ones were cute. But we had no fucks to give.
Innocent hearts were always manipulated, lied to, broken, destroyed, hardened by unhappy losers who thought they could just do what they wanted.
We were on a mission to educate, amd persuade the hopeless romantics and teens going through the brutality of peer pressure and raging hormones, the ones who were willing to hear anyways that they should join us in our…I really don't know what to call it, club?
We knew we were just being dumb. Everyone would think something was wrong with us but we didn't care. It was a funny thing. And I loved goofing off with my best friend so yeah.
Some of the kids in our school lived in our neighbourhood. And they usually hung around, flirting and doing all that shit. Use your imagination.
We walked past a couple kissing and I had to restrain Conan from running towards them to, well, do whatever he was going to do.
We stumbled on a girl sitting down alone, checking her phone frequently. Her forehead was creased and she looked a bit worried.
“Hey,” I said and waved at her.
“Hi,” she said, looking up shyly at us.
I recognised her. Stacy from bio.
“You okay?” Conan asked. “You look a bit…I don't know, it's like some unknown number just texted you that you were going to be kidnapped or–”
I placed my hand on his shoulder. “Shut up Conan. That's not it.” I looked back at her. “But really, do tell us what's up. You can always talk to me.”
“Us.”
“Right. Me and Conan.”
She sighed and checked her phone again.
“It's Reggie.”
Conan's mouth made an o and then he shook his head.
“These boys…” he mused.
“Honey,” I said to Stacy. “Don't check your phone again. He's probably not gonna call you. No need to worry yourself about some dumbass who's not even worth mentioning.”
“All he's feeding you is beautiful lies darling,” Conan added, shaking his head. “So hide in the bathroom till they find someone el–”
I yanked him behind and smiled at Stacy. “Ignore the last part. Conan can be–”
“He's always flirting with every girl,” Conan yelled from behind but Stacy just chuckled and nodded.
“Thanks for the advice.”
“No problem. And I know we're meant to say you'd find someone who truly loves you–”
“But crush culture as we say makes us wanna puke.”
“Crush culture?”
“Anti crush culture!” Conan yelled running down the street and getting curious glances from some people.
I sighed and shook my head. “He's probably high or something.”
“Really? I thought that's just how he behaves.”
“Fair point. So Stace just think about the boys who have broken your heart and lied to you. Doesn't it enrage you? Just join our team, the anti-crush culture-well until you realise you actually need to get married and don't want to end up with sixty nine cats-and be free from all the bullshit!”
She laughed and then smiled. And I smiled back at her.
“Sounds good. I guess I could take a break from all the shit,” she said, biting her lip.
“Glad to hear that Stayc,” I said with a salute and ran down the street to look for my drunk friend.
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