Ian laid in his small twin bed, staring at his ceiling. He had just had an argument with his best friend, Wilson. The argument was of course over something small and stupid, something Wilson would forget about in a day. Not Ian , he would take the argument to heart. He looks at his phone, a deep frown on his face; he wants to text Wilson , he wants to say sorry, say he hates to argue. He decides against it, worried he'll mess things up more than they already are. He tried to get sleep for school the next day, but just couldn't. He couldn't get the argument out of his head, no, he couldn't get Wilson out of his head. He couldn't understand why the argument upset him so much, why he feels so lonley, so small; it was just a stupid little argument, not a big deal. He couldnt stop thinking about Wilson, about his light brown freckles, his dark brown hair combed to one side, his beautiful brown eyes. He's not gay, right? Why would he ever in a million years be thinking any of those things about a guy? Why would he analyze his face that much, or his figure? He shook away the thoughts and closes his eyes tighter. He spent the rest of the night tossing and turning in his bed, unable to get over the argument. He knew he would be tired tomorrow, but he's accepted that fact. For the remainder of the night he stays awake, looking at pictures of him and Wilson on his phone. Before he knew it, morning had come and his alarm when off.
An: rizz
Word count: 279
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Not in a million years
FanficTwo high school freshman, just two normal boys who are only friends, right?
