One-Shot Book? IDFK I JUST WANNA

May I Take This Dance?

(THESE ARE MINE AND TheHauntedAuthor 'S OC'S)

(Kasper- TheHauntedAuthor 's)
(Clyde- Mine)

(P.S CLYDE HAS A THICK SCOTTISH ACCENT)

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    "We're great friends.... I've known 'im f'er so long, yet... W'y am I so nervous to ask 'im? I s'ouldn't be... I've liked 'im f'er so long but, w'y can't I tell 'im? He deserves t'a know why I 'aven't been talk'in' t'a 'im much. Will 'e 'ate me? Not want to be me friend anymore? I don't wanna lose 'im, 'e's me closest friend... Would people make fun of us? I doug't 'ed even say yes.. 'e's so much tall'a t'an me... He's 7'1'' and I'm only, 5'3 ... God I'm so scared of what 'e'll say...."

Clyde's voice was muffled as he ran a hand threw his hair, leaning into the couch of his living room.

"Uh.... Clyde? What did you say?"

Clyde eyes widened as he remembered who was in the room with him.

Kasper.

"U-Uh... Er... N-Not'in..! Not'in at all K-Kasp'a..."

"..... Clyde, you know I can tell when you lie. You know that."

"..... B-But really K-Kasp'a... I didn't say anyt'in..."

"Clyyyyyddde?"

"No...."

Kasper sighed, standing and turning to Clyde, picking him up.

"K-KASP-P'A!! P-PUT ME D-DOWN!!"

Clyde's face turned a bright red. He was completely flustered.

"...... Tell me."

"P-Put me d-down..!"

"Not until you tell me what's wrong."

".... N-NOT'IN'S WRONG W'IT ME!! NOT'IN!! NOW, PUT ME DOWN!"

Clyde struggled, then finally got out of Kasper's grip, looking up to him with a mad expression before turning and rushing to his room.

"... Then why are you acting so weird..?"

(Clyde's POV)

"Not'in's  wrong w'it me... N-Not'in..."

I laid on my bed, my head face first into a pillow.

"..... U-Unless it's wrong t'a like y'er best friend... W-W'o's also t'e same gend'a as y'a.."

I turned and rubbed my eyes with my sweater sleeve, sniffling and then sitting up.

"...... I-It is wrong... Isn't it..? T-T'a like y'er best friend... M-Maybe 'e sees t'at I like 'im and wants t'a 'elp me..? Y-Yea... 'E just knows it's wrong and wants t'a 'elp...."

As I spoke, I brought my knees to my chest, wrapped my arms around them, and then rested my head on them. I looked to the door as I heard a slight knock.