Cursive is flashbacks, regular is present (:::
"No way! How'd you do that?" A laughing Bellamy turned to the boy sitting next to him, playing wii.
"Lots of practice" he chuckled shyly. He couldn't think about anything else than the lips belonging to the impressed boy now in front of him. Why had he invited him to his house? Was it because they were friends? No it couldn't be, since they only just met. Did he feel bad for Murphy because he didn't have any friends? Murphy couldn't understand why Bellamy had invited him over, so he decided the only way to find out was to ask him.
"Hey, Bellamy?"
"Yeah?"
"Why'd you invite me over, and I know it's not because we're friends, since we've only known each other less than forty-eight hours."
"Well..." Bellamy suddenly felt awkward, he couldn't tell Murphy how he actually felt about him, it would only scare him away, wouldn't it? "I... I just wanted to hang out with you, I think you're cool, that's all."
"Oh." Murphy couldn't help but to feel sad. He liked Bellamy, he really did, and to be completely honest, he thought Bellamy felt something similar.
"Well.. uh.. I should get going." Murphy rushed out of the room, hurrying out of the house so Bellamy wouldn't see his eyes watering. He wouldn't cry in front of Bellamy, not him.
"Murphy!" He called out after the boy, but he was ignored. Bellamy mentally beat himself up for what he said. Of course he'd get sad, 'you're cool, that's all' what was he thinking? It wasn't all, far from it. What the fuck Bellamy?
This is honestly shit I'm sorry you had to read this awful filler. I don't even know what i wrote, next chapter is definitely better. xx
