have you ever looked in the mirror and get jumpscared? yeah, best way to start the day.
today was friday, at least. the past week has been amazing. phil is suddenly our best friend, and i couldn't be happier.
"goodmorning." dan grinned. "what do you want?" i asked. "what? can't i say goodmorning with a smile to my best friend?" he asked. "i got a date tonight." dan have in. i gasped. "ahhhhh!!! who's the lucky lady?"
"uh.. actually it's... um.. antoine.." he muttered. "i knew it." i said, proud. "you're gay?"
"y-yeah." he whispered. i ran to him, and gave him the biggest hug i could. "you know how much guts it takes to come out? oh honey, i'm so proud."
then i heard sobbing. "i've came out today my mum. there's a reason she didn't invite me to the wedding." he cried. "s-she's homophobic." then i understood everything
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"hey mark-o!" i exclaimed, as he got in the car. i had comforted dan all morning and it put me in a good mood. "what's wrong with you?" he looked afraid. dan laughed. "she's in a good mood. i told her the thing."
"yay! wait- we need to tell our new squadie." mark gestured to phil, who had the "what are you talking about" look on his face. "okay, take this in." dan inhaled. "i-i'm g-gay."
"he told me this morning. i wasn't very shocked because i always thought so." i giggled. "is it that obvious?" he squeaked. "no, but being your best friend for almost 3 years now, i know you too well." i answered.
"i'm the same. i always thought you were. i sorta just knew." mark nodded. "well thanks for not keeping me updated." dan snorted.
"let's change the topic." mark grinned. "mark fischbach, changing topics since '01." i joked. (a/n: i know he was born in 1989 but i'm going to change it for the story.)
"pfft. anywho-, the carnival is in town!" mark screeched, as dan passed the park where people were setting up last minute. "don't yell like that!" dan threw an empty soda can at him. "ahhahaha!" i laughed. judging by phil's expression, he has a lot to learn from us.
"i will turn this car around. fuck with me one more time-!" before dan could finish his sentence, i yelled. "starbucks! turn now!"
"oh my god." dan groaned. me and mark exchanged looks. "phil, what do you want?" dan asked. "oh.. i'll just have a vanilla bean frappe." he smiled. "why didn't you ask us?" mark gasped. "because, i know what you both want." dan said. he pulled up to the drive through, ordering what we wanted. dan always knew my order. a/an (favorite starbucks beverage) with a/an (favorite starbucks pastry). mark always got a pumpkin spice latte. basic.
dan got the same. ha. basics.
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we made it to school (finally), and went up to our usual hang out spot. "hey, you haven't been hanging out with joe, sean or pj lately?" dan asked phil. "oh no, i do. after school though." he said. i mouthed an 'oh'.
ring!!
"that's my cue." i said, cracking my knuckles and headed inside. in convenience, phil had a locker next to me. "ugh, i have art. i suck at drawing." i complained. "i find it funny how we seem to have the exact same schedule?" phil said, closing his locker. "i dunno." i shrugged.
we walked to art. everytime i look at phil i think of our kiss. he hasn't even brung it up. i mean, we were kind of awkward the day after but we adjusted again. i just have so many questions.
does he like me back?
did he like the kiss?
did he feel anything?
will we do it again?
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