Snowing Flowers [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 2

A month passed and Nikko and I are getting along very well.

How well, you ask? They're still friends, ya nasties.

YES. JUST FRIENDS. NO SMUT IN THIS CORNER.

But in the other corner...

SHUT. UP.

I had dressed up in my neatest clothes. Having inside access to the school's administration, I knew that today was the day they would announce the surprise formal dance. I had to look nice for all the invitations.

You're so full of yourself. You'll get one, I bet.

I headed out for school a little later, feeling like I would be the best damn butterfly in the world.

"Ali, what's goin' on?" Julie caught up with me, grinning. Being my best friend, I had let her in on the news of the dance, and she had made herself look even prettier than before. 

Yeah, you should ask her. Be the man of the relationship, Alice.

What the fuck? No, I ship her and Nikko.

I DON'T!!!! I QUITE ENJOY GIRL X GIRL RELATIONSHIPS!!!

You guys talk a lot..

Sure, Julie was naturally beautiful, but with a little bit of effort she was stunning. I'd so go lesbian for her.

"Nothing much. Battling Sega and Jew jokes as usual. You?" I elbowed her playfully.

"Same. I want to know about you and Loverboy!" she squealed. "So, are you two steady yet or are you just gonna be slutty for each other for the rest of high-school?"

"Watch your profanity!" I gasped over-exaggeratedly. "Nah, he doesn't like me that way. Besides, I don't deserve him."

"More like, he doesn't deserve you! You're so cool. I've always wondered why you don't have more friends..."

"Probably because I'm on the verge of insanity and I tend to want to do stupid stuff," I supplied oh-so-helpfully. Julie glared at me.

"That's what makes you fun, my little lemon," she looped her arm in mine and forced me to skip along with her.

During lunch, a teacher--to be honest, I don't remember which one-- told us over the microphone about the surprise dance. There were many collective gasps.

Soon after there was much talk in the hallways and classrooms, boys asking girls to the dance, boys asking boys, and girls asking girls. "Because We Support Your Homosexual Children!" was always one of the mottos at my school.

As I sat on the curb waiting for my life to catch up, someone sat down next to me.

"Hey, Al. So, have you been asked to that dance yet?" Nikko asked, and I knew practically right away what he wanted to ask.

He wants your mashed potatoes. Don't let him conquer your conscience, Alice.

"They're my mashed potatoes! Get your own!!" I shrieked. "And no, I haven't been asked, which is a surprise since I'm just the best goddamned monarch butterfly there ever was."

"That's racist to other butterflies. Why you gotta be a monarch, huh?!" Nikko punched my shoulder, like I was one of the bros now. I knew there was a reason I loved him so much that I had made a shrine for him in my basement. "But I'm surprised no one's asked you, too. I mean, you're just so..."