{COMPLETED} ✔ December Bloom

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I chuckled at the memory, shaking my head. She was smart, a lot smarter than I had initially given her credit for. By insulting me, she was actually helping.

How ironic.

"Talk. Now." A large mug was slammed down in front of me on top of the paper I had been working on for Biology, some liquid sloshing around and spilling out, splashing my work.

"Hey!" I yelled, jumping up and saving some papers before looking up from the kitchen counter to the offender.

Solemn, pacific blue eyes regarded me as I glared at my best friend.

"You've been moping and irritable for the last couple of days already. Sighing and muttering to yourself and god knows what else. Something's up and now, we're going to talk." he told me seriously, sitting down in a chair and clasping his hands together as he waited calmly.

I twitched my lips at this side of Braden. How strange.

"Nothing's wrong." I lied before proceeding to clear up the rest of the papers, averting my gaze from Braden's eyes that seemed to drill holes right through me.

"Sit." he said lowly and in such a menacing tone it actually made me fall down into my chair.

His face was dark before it suddenly cleared up and he was back to smiling Braden once again.

Okay…

"Um." I said.

"Look, we're best friends. We tell each other everything. Spill." he ordered, not unkindly.

"Since when did you turn into a girl?" I snorted, looking away from him and instead down at the mug holding some kind of unidentifiable liquid.

"It's hot chocolate by the way. And I resent that. I'm not a girl." he stated.

"You are one. Does it come with the gay thing?"

"Bi, you loser, it's bi!" he adamantly retaliated.

"Sure." I replied, lifting my mug to my lips as I took a sip. I was just playing around with him, not really meaning anything. Anything to get off the looming topic.

Braden sighed.

"As much as I would love to prove you wrong, now isn't the time. If you think that using my sexuality to dodge talking about your current situation is going to work, too bad buddy. It's not going to work." Braden told me firmly.

"Awh, shucks." I pouted, still trying to throw Braden off.

"Ante, if you don't stop doing that, I may just have to jump you. That pout is just so tempting on your kissable lips…I mean, you are looking rather delicious today…" my best friend leered at me suggestively.

"Augh!" I cried, immediately dropping the pout and flailing about in shock.

Needless to say, I landed on my ass.

Braden started to laugh like the evil devil in disguise he was. I growled, channelling all my strength into glaring at him.

"Chill Ante, I'd never jump you. Besides, I've already got something yummy of my own, thanks very much. He is way luscious…mmm…" he closed his eyes, licking his lips and propping his chin up on his hand. I could practically see the fantasy I'm pretty sure he was reminiscing about.

My eyes widened.

"You found someone?!" I managed to squeak out. And a very manly squeak it was. Ahem.

"Yes," he smirked, "why? Jealous are we?"

"Ew, no!" I leapt back in horror. He was playful today.