Malory
Two days have passed and Olivia still isn't talking to me. I may sound selfish for saying this but I'm seriously wondering why she hasn't forgiven me yet.
It's late; it's Wednesday night and it's half nine. I'm sitting at my desk trying to finish a shit load of work for tomorrow.
My message tone rings. I find myself being grateful that someone could distract me from all this work for even a few minutes.
It's Kyle.
Kyle: Is Ron actually a menopausal housewife with bipolar issues? He hasn't replied to me in three days, he hasn't answered my calls... he hasn't even nodded in my direction.
You complain so much.
Anyway I really shouldn't be one to talk.Malory: Well maybe you should take into consideration that that's exactly how he feels about you on a daily basis
Malory: and to stretch my point, he's had to feel that way for the past four years
Malory: or however long you guys have been friends, anyway
Kyle: That's ridiculous! I know I don't say a lot and I've managed to keep quiet about shit from the beginning but
Malory: ...
Malory: ?
Malory: But?
Kyle: I don't know I went blank
Malory: -_-
Kyle: I don't exactly have an excuse for being an ass, Lloyd.
Kyle: A reasonable one to tell Roomie, anyway
Malory: Why do you call him that?
Kyle: well isn't it obvious?
Malory: YEA. TOTALLY!
Kyle: -_-
Kyle: we were roommates at a summer camp that we both went to before our first year at school. That's how we met. The summer camp was on reserved lands where there was a main house and then log cabins... hot and mosquito infested cabins.
How dauntless.
Malory: you shared a bunk?
Kyle: we shared a bunk.
Malory: aaahhh. Okay.
Kyle: Anyway, back to the point. I feel like I'm dying
Malory: get over it, kim k, Olivia is ignoring my existence too
Kyle: Yea but I've had to put up with you for the past three days by myself. Do you know how calming it is? Knowing that I have a Ron beside me so I don't pummel you into the ground?
Malory: you're such a feculent superficial blight upon society.
Malory: I thought we were FRIENDS.
Kyle; yea but you're so annoying
Malory: thanks.
Kyle: How much more time does he neeeeeed?
Malory: Kyle Austin Isaac Davidson. I am doing homework and I have THREE essays to finish writing for the morning. I hope you understand that you're not the hopeless case in this situation.

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Between the Lines✔ [COMPLETED]
Teen Fiction"Kyle," I manage, "What are you... what are you trying to say?" "I'm saying," he says, taking my hand, "Can you read between the lines?" A Four-Year Feud between teens Malory and Kyle forces the unlikely pair to star in a school play as the...