-before school-
"hey is it ok if jensen also comes on saturday?"
i watch the boy struggle to lift the giant instrument off the floor through the open door of the music room across the hall. it's a bit blurry due to the swarms of students passing by, obstructing my view. maybe the instrument isn't that big and he's just small.
i hear a bang that snapped me out of my thoughts. taelor knocked on my locker door.
"jiri! helloo! were you even listening? what are you even looking at?"
"huh? oh um, n-nothing. can you repeat that?"
i blush and stutter, i don't want him to know i was staring at that boy. if he did, he would never stop bothering and questioning me about it, he's so nosey i swear.
"hmmm, ok then" he looked a bit suspicious, but then let it go. "i was asking if it was ok if jensen came too."
-lunch-
"shut the fuck up! i never said i liked sucking toes you little perv!"
taelor was laughing his ass off and made his hyena laugh. i don't know where he got the idea that i'm a toe sucker but he just yells "JIRI SUCKS TOES!" in the halls or during lunch sometimes and it annoys the hell out of me.
"oh my god stop! i hate you!"
at this point i'm laughing hysterically too, mostly because his laugh sounds like a dolphin on helium.
"stop, you know you love me!" he said with a big dumb smile.
"ughh fine, you're ok sometimes." i really can't take anything he says seriously and he's my best friend, after all.
a few moments later, he's literally on the floor, fucking dying of laughter because i asked for some water, and i waterfalled cause i don't wanna touch his rat saliva. but, of course, being the clumsy idiot i am, missed my mouth and it spilled on me. then, i tried again, but then CHOKED and spit water all over his backpack.
so, here i am, shirt drenched with water and my own spit, and taelor's face is red and slumped down on the concrete, gasping for breath. needless to say, we both looked like idiots. i buried my head in my hands in shame then continued to eat my apple, desperately trying to forget what just happened.
"hey taelor? it's confirmed for saturday, right?"
i look up, and it's none other than the boy with the big cello and sweet voice; jensen, who also happens to be my crush of 4 months.
i damn near choked and sent chunks of chewed fruit straight into my dream boy's face.
taelor looks shook too and tries to recover from his laughing fit.
he really couldn't have picked a better time to show up at our table under the oak tree.
//um this is a mess, i made all of this up on the spot and i'm tired, but when is my writing not a mess lmao//
