No homo, right?

could it be?

Marks POV
I walked through the hallway, with my head hung low, hoping to go unnoticed. Mystery boy has been the only thing on my mind for the last few nights, and there's one person I'm hoping it is, but it couldn't be. He's just, not the type. Plus, why would he make fun of me the way he does if he is Mystery Boy? I felt a presence beside me, and looked up to see Arin.
"Dude, are you okay? You just seem so, out of it." He asked.
"Oh. Yeah. I'm fine." I replied quickly.
"I sense bullshit. I'm not gonna force you to talk to me about it, but if you need to talk about anything, my lines always open."
This is one reason I love Arin. He's understanding. He know how I don't respond well to being put on the spot.
"Thanks, dude. It means a lot." I said as I shot him a quick smile. I may not have many friends, but I'm thankful for the ones I do have.

****A/N****
What's up guys! Sorry I haven't written on here in a longggg time, I've just been pretty busy. And I kinda didn't have Wattpad for a while, so yeah. But I'm back and better! So be expecting some more updates! Love y'all!
~Septiplier Away🐳