His Childhood Friend

•Chapter 8•

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(Mini A/N) Okay guys... I tried my best to write something good, so I hope you like it...

ALSO: We're gonna do something different:

ALAN / KOALA'S P.O.V.

As days passed by here in the theater, Therese and I sort of... well, got a little separated due to my schedules and stuff. So much for a boy my age. I sound like some busy middle-aged man.

Ever since I got the role in that play owned by Amelia Moore, it wouldn't take an idiot to notice she was slowly and slowly ripping my friendship with her rival's niece and -I'm not saying this twice: - my best friend.

Since it was our summer vacation, Waffles (yes, I shall now begin to call her that,) wanted to do some activities. Since I couldn't join her, she was forced to do a lot alone.

I didn't mind her not being around for a while as long as she was returning and seeing me again. But today, I really did mind.

I had a bad feeling forming a thunderstorm in my chest already. "Hey Alan, you busy?" Therese asked as she ran towards me. A smile burst into my face... then... it slowly faded when I realised what she was going to tell me. "Sort of. We just had a small break before we're going to meet up with Amelia. But I'll make time. Just hurry up a wee bit please." Her face pulled off a look I couldn't understand before she snapped her head at a boy around our age waiting at the corner, and she quickly pulled him.

"This is, um, Owen Clarke. Owen, this is Alan Rickman. My best friend." she introduced. Owen had golden brown hair with the bluest eyes I have ever seen. I was a little taller than him, and he was a bit thin than what an average boy would be, but he seemed healthy. Not to mention he had a few freckles underneath his eyes.

"Hey, mate. Nice to meet you." he said after holding out his hand and I shook it. Though no matter how convincing our smiles were, we both had something in our expressions that surprisingly did not seem nice. He squeezed his hand in mine, and from what's starting now, it's probably going to end up in a bloody war field.

"Anyways, his mum works at the diner near here. I met him yesterday." So that's why she wasn't at her house... She was with him and I had to wait for her even until sunset thinking we were gonna meet yesterday'.

"So what's up? Do you need anything?" I turned my head away and leaned on the wall. I felt Therese's eyes gaze on me then she looked back at Owen. "Er, Alan, since you yourself told me you're busy... I thought of maybe letting Owen come and eat ice cream with me at the special place down by the park."

My face instantly dropped. "B-But we usually go together."

"Yeah, and you're busy." Owen said out of blue that my fist clenched. "Look Alan, it's not your fault and I understand. I just want someone to accompany that's all. You're still my Koala." Why is it so easy for her to call me my Koala when I look terribly awkward saying my Waffles?

"Have fun then." I said, not expecting it to be a little harsh. It's that... we usually go for ice cream together. And, I mean that as like a tradition-thing. I think it's the first time after every month together she didn't go to the ice cream parlor with me. But I couldn't lose my control over my temper, especially in front of them both. "You sure you're okay?" she asked again with concern.

I wasn't feeling jealous. I was simply feeling upset over the fact- oh whatever! I'm just making this solid: I'm not jealous. Not. 100%. Jealous.