James: Hey.
James: why haven't you texted me in a week? Why?
James: hello?
Aidan: sorry.
James: sorry for what?
Aidan: everything. Like I said, I can't talk to you anymore.
James: I need an actual explanation!!
Aidan: I like you. I can't like you.
James: why?
Aidan: I'll never meet you.
James: you don't know that.
Aidan: it's stupid and pointless.
James: lies.
Aidan: and there's one more important thing.
James: what?
Aidan: you don't need to know.
James: whatever. I'll find out eventually.
Aidan: like sure you will.
James: whatever. How's life?
Aidan: pretty shitty. How's life?
James: okay I guess. Too many obsessed teenage girls who won't leave me alone.
Aidan: oh. I guess that's not the worst problem to have at least.
James: it's annoying and it gets old.
Aidan: makes sense. But still.
James: also when that happens you can't really be yourself. Like I have to act like I'm perfectly happy all the time, and I can't just go out and do stuff like a normal kid. I just feel trapped.
Aidan: I know what you mean.
James: no you don't.
Aidan: I have the same problem but just on a lower scale.
James: explain.
Aidan: I've been elected class president every year so far that I've been in high school. I dance, play soccer, and I'm also in a million other things in this school including drama which takes up a lot of my time. I've been prom queen every year that I've been in high school. I'm one of the most popular girls in the school. I absolutely hate it. Everyone looks up to me and everyone wants to raise their social status by becoming friends with me. Too many people are fake. I can't really trust anyone. You probably actually know who I am.
James: aidan? I don't know who you are...?
Aidan: Aidan Brilanty.
James: wait. Like Ms. Britain or whatever?
Aidan: yeah... that's me...
James: how did I not recognize you?
Aidan: not that big of a deal.
James: I know what you mean now by the fact you understand. And it's not really on a lower level of that then me, if anything a higher level.
Aidan: whatever.
James: I know your thing that you weren't telling me now.
Aidan: shoot.
James: so how's Trevor?
Aidan: dammit.
Aidan: he's good.
Aidan: fuck. I need to go. I'll talk to you later. I'll explain later. Bye.
James: what the Hell is going on?
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