okay , now that toast is out of the way lets get on to another head ache. lets name him mayonnaise.
mayonnaise is in my English class and well we knew each other longer than me and toast because mayonnaise had the kindness of waiting till like a month of knowing each other. mayonnaise isn't really a happy person.
mayonnaise sat next to me in English and he would always have scissors out stabbing a folder he had and the occasional stabbing of the finger. mayonnaise and i talked and we were getting along okay but its not like i knew anything about him except for the scissors and his other friends weren't talking to him. i didn't think mayonnaise was THAT bad.
so this girl, lets call her energy drink, is apparently one of mayonnaise's friends. Energy drink and i got along but only started talking because she complemented me on my TARDIS hoodie (Doctor Who) and because i was secretly wanting her to talk to me because i knew her and her friend, cracker, talked about Doctor Who and 5 seconds of summer and in the back of my mind i was just like 'yaaaaaaaassss' and i completely thought Energy Drink and cracker were dating. well me and energy drink got to be friends because we fangirled about youtubers and bands. energy drink told me mayonnaise liked me and that put me in the position of a turtle with its head stuck in its shell and cant get it un-stuck.
energy drink kept telling me to go out with mayonnaise and cracker would just walk away. mayonnaise finally asked me out after about 1 or 2 weeks of energy drink and cracker screaming at me to date him. it went a little something like this.
mayo: 'hey *insert name here* uh.....hey umm....will you go out with me?'
me: ' uh...mmkay'
mayonnaise asked for my number and me being a butt gave it to him. well this dude starts texing me and saying 'hey i just realized something'
me: 'what?'
mayo: 'we are two depressed socially awkward people that have never dating before. we both have no fucking clue what we're doing'
OH THANKS MAYONNAISE I DIDN'T NEED TO HEAR THIS. like damn, mayo. i kept this dating thing from people and i didn't tell my other friends about mayo until after everything but OH WELL.
i made it clear to mayonnaise that i wasn't his girlfriend yet at this is just a date, making sure i didn't do the same thing as when i was dealing with toast. mayonnaise and i texted for a couple days before i texted saying
'mayonnaise, don't hate me and don't think i'm a bitch. i'm not feeling this date thing. i don't feel comfortable and i don't want to get into something I'm not ready for. i don't want a boyfriend or any kind of relationship at this point. I'm sorry .'
mayonnaise took it okay i guess because he still texted me for months after, except i blocked his number a couple days ago.
SO LET ME TELL YOU THIS THING. mayonnaise is depressed (as am i), he talks about cars a lot, he doesn't listen to music, he says so random things like 'hey *insert name here* i just realized that i don't have any friends.' he talks about accidentally setting things on fire, and how is parents aren't exactly the best. in texting he always tells me in his only friend and how he is SOOOO thankful for me in his life. i make it clear that i don't like him that way, but he still insists on calling me the cutest girl in New York. imagine being in the middle of a conversation but the other person ending it abruptly to ask how you are and if anything is bothering you. now imagine that EVERY CONVERSATION YOU HAVE like 15 times how are you? is anything bothering you? are you okay? how are you? how are you? is anything bothering you? SHUT UP ALREADY! i know this may seem harsh but trust me its a weight off my shoulders.
mayonnaise is quiet and doesn't want to get better. he'd rather be sad and wallow in sadness than being happy for once. oh and Nazi jokes, and offensive humor. yup that sums up mayonnaise but he's just one of those people. i think i understand why Energy Drink and Cracker stopped taking to him.

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