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I'm in my room, my mother thinks I'm studying. Yeah, as if my number one priority at the present are my grades. The philosophy book is on my thighs but I'm fixing some minor details on my angel in the sketchbook. I really want it to be perfect, no no no, I tear the page and crinkle it, I've never been such a perfectionist but this has to be one of my best creation so far.
I open the door a little, it's getting hot in here. As I'm going to sit back on my bed I'm looking at my phone, it's ringing. Unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Hey there", it's Mike. I forgot I had deleted his number.

"Mike, hi, what's up?"
I'm not sure how to feel about the call.

"Nothing much, I was about to go to the movies with one of my friends but turns out he can't make it, so I was wondering if you'd like to come with me."

Is he kidding?
"Uuuh like a date..?"

"Oh no" he chuckled, "like two friends going out to have some fun. We don't even know each other anymore, you know?"

Hell yeah we don't. I feel uncomfortable with the idea, if I tell Jungkook he'll absolutely hate Mike, but it's not like I'll take any interest in him. My trust in my feelings towards Jungkook is assured, I know what I want and what I don't. Not really in the mood to go but I prefer wanting to kill myself while being with Mike rather than pretending to study.

"Well okay, but I want to clear out that we're only going as friends.."

"Yeah don't worry, I respect your relationship with that guy."

I sigh.
"Jungkook, yeah it's good that you do."

"So I'll be waiting for you at the bus station."

"Yeah I'll be there in half an hour."

"Cool, see you then!"

"See ya, bye."

Not sure about this, I don't think it's a good idea, I immediately regret it. Just the thought sounds so wrong, but it isn't. I want to cancel it. However, isn't that somewhat immature? I know myself, and so does Jungkook. It's only going to be a fun afternoon, I need to relax. Oh, text message.

Jungkook
roses are red, violets are blue, I'm no poet so happy literacy day 💓
received @5:43 PM

Stop making me feel bad. If I told him about Mike, I don't think he'd take it very well. I'm just going to answer, actually he doesn't even need to know. Am I not allowed to have friends?

My mom is walking in the corridor my room, sees me being on my phone. She walks in.

"Who are you texting?" she says with a critical attitude. Think fast.

"My art teacher, she's having trouble with the crafts."
She doesn't seem to buy it.

"And why is she texting you?"

"I was at the head of the department of these and I messed everything up, she's asking me to go over and help her."

She's still doubting me.
"So you're the only one she can get help from?"

"Well yeah I just told you I was the only one who knew how to make them and I need to fix the mistakes, can I go now please?"

She let me go even though she isn't really convinced.