Chapter 12

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THIS IS AS FAR AS I GOT I REALLY AM JUST NOT INTO THIS STORY I HATE IT SO I WILL LET SOMEONE FINISH IT IF THEY REALLY WANT TO I AM SO SORRY I COULD FINISH IT IF YOU WANT IT TO SUCK I JUST AM NOT A GOOD WRITER SO IT IS HARD

A/N Well, here's another chapter. It's a good'n, that's for sure. P.S the kissing in the last chapter didn't really happen. P.P.S this chapter sucks and I didn't even write it yet. P.P.P.S check out my Facebook. (Started on July 21, 1969.) (edited on- who am I kidding I obviously don't edit, as you can tell by my countless mistakes)

(Jason's POV) (WHAAAAAAAAA-shuddup)

I close the fridge, holding some late-night snacks. As I sit down on the couch, I hear soft footsteps. Is someone coming downstairs? I stay completely silent, and I made out the cupboard being opened carefully. I quietly tiptoed towards the kitchen.

"Hello?" I whisper.

"H-hi, Jason." Mitch? As I step in the kitchen, the dim light shows Mitch's wet face.

"What happened?" I ask, concerned.

"J-just a nightmare. It's fine." He looks at the ground, tipping his glass of water from side to side.

"Want to talk about it?" He quickly shakes his head.

"C'mon, you can trust me. I won't tell anyone our conversation. I'll even tell you a secret." He raises his eyebrow slightly, as if doubting that I will. He is silent for a moment, seemingly thinking of the causes and effects of the situation. After a minute, he slowly nods his head.

I direct him towards the couch, and we sit quietly.

"So. What was it about?" I can't give him time to start worrying.

"U-um. It was about t-this person who I l-like." He stumbles over his words.

"What happened to the person?"

"W-well, he-the person was holding hands with another person, and I-I tried to tap their shoulder, but they kept on walking and t-talking about me. T-then I-I, um. I r-ran into the r-road and..." Tears fall down his face. Wait...

"Mitch? A-are you gay?" I whisper. His eyes widen and he nods quickly before he starts to get up. I grab his arm and pull him down carefully.

"Hey, I'm not homophobic." Mitch's body relaxes instantly.

"Really?"

"Yeah. In fact, let me tell you a secret. But you have to promise not to tell anyone, got it?" He agrees and silently waits for my secret.

"I-I like a guy."

"Who?" Mitch scoots closer to me.

"Okay. Let's make a deal. I tell you who I like and you can tell me who you like. Yeah?" After a minute of him thinking it over, he responds.

"A-alright. But y-you first."

"Okay. Um... I-I-" I stuttered, my throat dry and tightening.

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"I-I like... Tyler." Oh God I hope that isn't the person he likes.

"MunchingBrotato Tyler?"

"Y-Yeah, Tyler Christie."

"I saw the way he looks at you on Skype. And he always asks if you are going to be recording with us too." (Shuddup Mitch and Tyler and Jason record a lot in my universe ((ba dum tss)) don't question it. AND PUT ON SOME PANTS.)

THIS IS IT. SO FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS TO FINISH THIS BEAUTIFUL THING COMMENT WHAT YOUR FAVOURITE PICKLE DESIGN IS AND WHATEVER OR JUST WRITE IT ANYWAYS DO WHATEVER I AM SO SORRY I REALLY DON'T WANT TO DO THIS BUT I LOST MOTIVATION AND I SUCK AND GOD SO SORRY FOR PEOPLE WHO ENJOYED READING TERRIBLE WRITING AND COMMENTING "u suk" ON MY MESSAGE BOARD.

JUST FINISH IT SOMEONE IF YOU WANT TO IF YOU DON'T THEN DON'T THIS JUST TURNED INTO A HUGE MESS. LIKE ANYONE CAN FINISH THE STORY AS LONG AS YOU'RE A BETTER WRITER THAN ME HAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAAH. SO ANYONE CAN FINISH IT LIKE IF YOU'RE LIKE "OMG my writing sucks but I want to write this crappy story that this poor girl wrote" THEN DO IT GOPHER IT AND MESSAGE ME SAYING THAT YOU ARE DOING IT SO I CAN LIKE TELL PEOPLE TO READ IT. I SAY LIKE A LOT OMG LIKE SRSLY

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