notes // a.s + j.f

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It was a sunny day, and Clay was riding his bike to school. At this point,  he knew Justin had put in his note for Alex, but he didn't know what it said.

So when Alex approached him with a thin, neat sheet of looseleaf paper when he actually got to school, he could only assume it was Justin's note.

"Clay," he started,  shaking that paper. "You gotta fucking read this. I don't know what the hell it is, or who wrote it, but I was legitimately dying when I read it."

Clay grabbed the paper without hesitation, wanting to read what Justin wrote (because if there was something cringe-worthy, he knew damn well he'd never let Justin live it down).

"Let's see," he started, mounting off his bike. "'You're such a beautiful human being, inside and out.' Damn, someone really fucking has it for you."

Alex just snorts, looking at that paper again. "I just showed you because I thought it was funny,"

Clay grimaces a bit on the inside, knowing that this letter really wasn't a joke.

"In fact, how much do you wanna bet Justin on Zach wrote this as a goddamn joke?" he laughs again, and Clay nearly fucking chokes, coughing into his hand. "...are you okay?"

Clay's voice cracks awkwardly, and he kind of feels bad for Justin even though Alex hasn't said anything to him yet. "What? Yeah, I'm totally fine - fantastic. I gotta get to class though." he starts to walk into the building.

"Clay,  is it you who's fucking with me?" Alex calls out with a strange expression, but he laughs right afterwards, because knowing Clay, he'd never mess with someone else like that (unless it was Justin, but Alex didn't know that yet).

And the day went on as one would normally expect, but Alex still found it funny that a note was left in his locker. So taking it to lunch, he decided to show a few of his friends, figuring they'd get a kick out of it, too, considering Alex still thought it was his friends fucking with him.

"Look at this shit," Alex started, placing it on the table. "Found it in my locker yesterday after school. Don't know what it is or who wrote it, and now come to think of it, who the hell got inside my locker, but check it out."

And immediately - before anyone else could do anything - Justin recognizes it and grabs it.

A/N: duN dUN DUN