pastels and punks ➳ milex

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"aly, you're going to be late for school!"

"coming," i call, walking down the stairs.

i'm very pleased with my outfit today: a light pink sweater, white jeans and matching pastel pink converses. i just got done writing on my blog and messaging my internet friend.

my blog is mostly about accepting who you are. i get bullied a lot for wearing feminine clothes, but i think that clothes should be gender neutral, just like colours.

LetBoysWearClothes is my blog name. i already have about 300k people following it!

besides that, there's always one person who messages me called anonymous_k. he leaves such supportive comments and messages and we talk all the time. i think i may have a tiny crush on him, though i don't even know what he looks like.

i try to write every morning before school.

my mum smiles,

"you look cute today,"

"i look cute everyday," i tease, hugging her before grabbing my lunch box and brownies and driving to school.

i park in the student parking lot excitedly. last night, i stayed up making brownies til about 4.

we have a fairly small school so i think it should be enough to feed enough people. i just thought it would be nice to spread some happiness.

i don't want anyone to feel like they aren't loved.

as i walk up to the doors of the school, i see miles kane. he's wearing black. he's always wearing black, with a cigarette in his mouth. even his vehicle is black. still, you can't judge a book by it's cover. i take a deep breath and shyly approach him,

"hi..." i say, clutching the basket.

i feel like little red riding hood. he's the big bad wolf, staring at the goodies,

"would you like a brownie?" i ask,

"i made sure they're gluten free and they don't contain nuts in case you're allergic..."

he stares down at me with a raised eyebrow, as if he can see my entire life and judges me for it,

"what, did your mummy help you with them?" he laughs.

but he's not laughing with me...he's laughing at me,

"n-no...i made them all by myself," i whisper.

he tears the basket from my hands and pours the brownies down onto the ground. he looks at me right in the eyes whilst he does it. he leans forward,

"don't treat me like i'm your friend, princess bubblegum,"

and with that, he exhales his smoke directly into my face and walks into the school building, leaving me to stare down at my ruined brownies in defeat.

i have no other choice but to pick them up as people walk past me and snicker.

i feel tears of shame well up into my eyes.

what did i do wrong?

i throw the basket into the bin and run into the bathroom, sobbing.

i sob my eyes out until i hear a gasp,

"you're in the girl's bathroom!" a female's voice cries out.

i hear lots of shrieks as i try to apologise,

"i-i'm sorry..i wasn't looking where i was going an-"

"oh my god, he's crying!" one of the girls call out.

immediately, they all swarm around me and hug me, asking me what's wrong and if i'm okay. it's amazing, you'll never feel more valid or safe than when you get done crying in a girl's bathroom.

forget miles! who cares about what he thinks? i sure don't!

okay that was a bit mean...i care about him a little...

but i know that anonymous_k will listen to me vent. i pull my phone out and do just that.