Ryder was oddly quiet as he watched The Goblet of Fire, the forth movie in the Harry Potter series. It's been three days since we started and Ryder wouldn't admit how much he enjoyed watching it, even if his laughter and smiles gave it away. As the movie neared the end and the bowls of popcorn slowly decreased in volume, Ryder's eyes were as wide as saucers. He truly did not expect that ending.
But I did. I wasn't fazed and continued to pick through the kernels to find small bits of buttery goodness.
"I'm not watching the fifth movie. Harry Potter can suck my thumb!" Ryder shouted, throwing his left over food at the screen.
"Don't you wanna see how the rest of it plays out?"
He shook his head and stood from his position on the ground. "You can suck my thumb too! Why would you make me watch this?!"
My hand clutched my chest in fake hurt as he continued to rant to me in anger. The smile tugging at my lips needed to stop if I wanted to keep witnessing Ryder get so worked over Harry Potter.
"I'm not sucking your thumb and neither is Harry Potter." I got up from the couch and reached into my bag sitting on the chair next to the couch to get the fifth movie. "Time for the fifth one!" I yelled, running to the television slightly to insert the disc.
I could feel Ryder roll his eyes from behind me. "I really wish I had friends," he spat. "Anyone but you."
Whipping around quicker than lightning, I stared at the little boy in shock. His curly hair fell above his eyes and a grimace was plastered to his face. Ryder's arms were crossed in annoyance and I sat back against the TV. This little boy who was sassy and hilarious in his own way truly didn't have any friends. Come to think of it, no one ever comes around the house to hang out with him.
"What do you mean you don't have any friends?"
He rolled his eyes again while scoffing at the same time. Well, he wasn't going to get any friends with that kind of attitude.
"It's exactly how it sounds, Kendall. Why do you think I need a babysitter? It's because I have no friends I can go to if I'm bored and wanting to socialize."
"I'll be your friend," I said, giving him a grin and a big thumbs up.
He laughed. "Yeah, that's just the best darn thing that's ever happened to me," he replied with his words dripping in sarcasm.
"I guess I'll leave you alone to wallow in your own self pity."
His hand wrapped around my wrist before I could leave the room. "No, I'm just messing around. I really do like hanging out with you."
"I only hang out with you because I'm getting paid."
"Yeah? Well I'd rather eat a whole jar of dirt than consider you my friend!"
Rolling my eyes, I let out a small chuckle. "I believe you."
"You really shouldn't."
**
"Can you believe how badly I wanna throw myself over the edge of this God damn building?"
Ashton only laughed as I continued to pop chip after chip into my mouth. Students were enjoying their meals below us as we watched countless events happen. At the same time, we were talking about Prom that's happening in two days and how I still don't have a date. Calum's been off galavanting and prancing about with Michael, shopping for some bow tie the now blue haired boy wanted specifically.
He can go around buying all these things for Prom with Michael, yet e doesn't have the time to ask me out?
"Dude, c'mon. I'm sure he's going to come around and ask you before the dance," Ashton said as he stole the bag of chips out of my hands. I scoffed and felt like throwing my whole body into that machine at dumps that compacts old, trashy cars into metallic cubes.
"But he hasn't yet and I don't know anymore," I mumbled. The anger I had turned into insecurity in the blink of an eye. "Like, what if he doesn't want me the way I want him?"
"Ken, you don't mean that."
"But I do, Ash," I said, turning my face down to look at my beaten up pair of Converse and how the shoelaces were untied. The small smile on my face hurt my cheeks more than I thought it would, as if it really wasn't meant to be there in the first place.
"Maybe you should talk to him," Ashton suggested.
"Can't, he skipped to go shoe shopping with his boyfriend."
"After school, perhaps?"
I looked below me at the crowd of seniors eating lunch in the courtyard, and that's when I saw it: the bright blue, vibrant hair that belonged to Michael Clifford.
"Maybe, Ashton."
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Fanfiction"If you really think I'm revolting or a complete asshole, then why don't you quit? Huh? C'mon tell me, Princess," Calum questioned, towering over me with a smirk that was constantly toying at his lips. I knew I would regret my answer later. But in...
