a great mess ✔️

- I Wish We Never Met -

I just got back from school, walking casually as I listen to my music like I always do every fucking day. I looked up from my phone, seeing a certain someone that is way too familiar for me.

"Why so alone?" I said a bit louder than necessaries. He turned around, smiling timidly as his formality to me.

"Uh, um yeah," He said awkwardly as he slowed down his steps, giving me the chance to catch up with him.

"I don't know if you live around here?" I said, more like a question instead of a statement.

"Well, yeah... are you from around here too?" He asked and I nodded my head, smiling softly as we walk side-by-side.

"Are you going to be picked up or are you, you know... going to walk?" He asked again, turning his head to look at me.

"My brother gonna pick me up," Noticing my stupidity, I quickly add up,

"What about you?" I said, grinning cheekily.

"Imma walk"

"Cool, where exactly is your home?" I said, clearly wondering since this place is small as fuck and yet I've never seen him before.

"Not far from here, you probably know"

"Eh?"

"Yes, you just have to go down this road, then turn to the right and-"

"Reecey, hurry up!" Someone yelled at me. I look around and found my big brother along with my lil brother. 'Well, that was fast. Usually, it took him ages to pick me up' my mind said.

"That's your bro then?" He asked and I nodded.

"We'll talk more about this later, see you," I said and then run to my brother.

My brother was quick to hit the pedal and move the goddamn vehicle, leaving the sweet boy Behind. I turned my body, waving and smiling widely at him. He returned the gesture, smiling -again- timidly as he waves awkwardly. Well, it was cute.

To make it easier, his name is George.
George Steffen Gresley Smith for the exact. He's a sophomore in my school.
To be honest, I don't know much about him, since we just met like two weeks or so ago in French Club that I got dragged into by the goddamn teacher. All I know, he took this Medic training, he joined the French Club, and he's a social student, just like me.

On the other side, my name is Reece.
Reece Jamie Bibby. I'm a junior, a social student (as mentioned before) and yeah... I'm not that interesting actually, just a normal teenager that way too crazy and usually over-thinking (That's what my friends said at least) But, to be quite honest, these things, are the things that made me wonder 'how the hell someone manage to like or even love me? Moreover to have an almost perfect boyfriend,'

Yeah, I said boyfriend. I'm out from the closet, simply not giving a damn about what people might say about me. But anyway, his name is Fletcher Zane Miller. A Pure Aussie that I still got no idea how he ended up being my boyfriend. Long story short, his mum is my aunt's friend. I went to Australia when I was in fourth grade and they very-very nicely leaving the both of us alone, not knowing anything about each other and dumbfound as hell. But time pass really fast, we got to know each other, found lots of things in common, we became a best friend, and then we're boyfriends.

Even through the thousands of miles that separate us, somehow we manage to have this relationship that lasts so long, 3 years and 4 months, can you believe that? He's down at the south and I'm here in the UK.

Not many people know that I have a relationship; in fact, most of them think that I'm available a.k.a single-pringle, lol. Alright, enough about my relationship, let's move back to my current life.

A month later, George and I are un-separate-able, we're joined by the hips, but I don't know what to label this kind of friendship-relationship. We're like brother and brother but not like brother and brother too at the same time, does that even make sense?

I mean, he's just so sweet and cute, like really-really cute and I can't help but got the urge to just squeeze his face, but I manage to hold myself, thank god. But sometimes, he's also so goddamn annoying, like he just left my text on read and then gone for a few hours before suddenly he pops up with a new topic.

Sometimes I got a bit protective over him, but hey! What do you expect when there's feeling involved?

Wait, what did I say? feeling?