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Okay, so I have a problem. I have a crush on my best guy friend, Kayden Conrad. We've known each other since first grade. I've had the crush since third grade or at least that's when I admitted it to myself. Did I mention we're in ninth grade now? Heh... I can't help it though, he's so kind and has always been there for me. Not to mention I get lost in those bright green eyes. He's kind of tall, around average height and he has kind of an athletic build. He's really funny and loves math.
I live in Fancyville, where irony really hits like a big yellow bus coming towards a squirrel on the road and the kids shouting 'Don't hit the squirrel!!'. In other words, we are the exact opposite of 'fancy'. Maybe the founders of the town were fancy or something, I really could care less. I go to a small one story school, called Fadora High. No, we don't wear fadoras as part of some lame uniform. Some kids wear them to have 'school spirit', but that's beside the point.
I should probably get ready for school...
I get up at the sound of my alarm going off for probably about a third time making that stupid, annoying 'beep beep beep beep' sound. I grab a pair of jeans and a Pierce The Veil - my favorite band - Tshirt and pull them onto my short, healthy-ish weight body. I put on mis-matching ankle socks; one pink and white striped, the other blue and white striped. I grab my black high ankle All-Stars Converse and put them on. I brush my long blonde hair quickly and part it to the left. I brush my teeth quickly, then I used some mouthwash. I find my glasses on my dresser by my walk in closet and put them on. Now, that's better; my world isn't blurry anymore! I grab my smartphone(Android, not apple. Apple products are stupid. They break too easy and you can put SD cards in them for extra space.) and skullcandy earbuds, which are only the best headphones brand I found, I love them. They're loud and look cool. I check to make sure my binder and math homework from last night is in my backpack which it is. I zip it shut and throw it over my right shoulder and head out the door after, I shut my light off. My Step Mom Heaven would have a conniption fit if I left it on.
"Sunshine, there ain't a thing you can do that's gonna ruin my night (but there's just something about) this dizzy dreamer and her bleeding little boy, licking your fingers like you're done and you decided there is so much more than me (ohhhh)" I sang along , more like screamed due to tone deafening from me having earbuds in, with one of my favorite songs- Caraphernelia by Pierce The Veil- as I walked to school.
"Oh! I know that song!" A girl piped up and tapped my shoulder.
"Oh my god?!" I jumped and screamed like a little girl. I spun around and took my buds out simultaneously.
Oh...it's just Stefani. Thankfully. "Oh, hey Stef! You just scared the living shizzle out of me!! And duh! Caraphernelia is our theme song!"
"Sorry, not sorry. Pierce The Veil is life. Vic is mine, so back off him Cordelia!" She said somewhat possessively and creepy.
Stefani Horan. Also known as 'Stef '. She has been my best friend since mid school. We met by finding we were both addicted to Percy Jackson or reading in general, mythology, anime, comics, and bands. End of story. She's weird, awkward, and corky. My kind of friend. We're both loser nerds. She's dark skinned with curly, frizzy black hair. She has brown eyes and is over five feet tall, making her considered to be too tall by my standards.
"Hey Cordi, Stef...Isn't he too old for both of you? Gosh, you fangirls. Stick to math. " A voice that made my thoughts stop and freeze and scramble again and scream at myself to not blush. Kayden.
Whether I wanted to admit it or not. He made me freeze up for a slight second whenever he first approached, but not long enough for anyone but myself to notice. I always catch myself and mentally repeat 'Keep it cool!!'
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Say Something!
Short StoryTwo best friends are crushing on each other and everyone knows it but them. There's a dance coming up and what will happen when one asks the other to go?