When we were Wallflowers

Chapter 5: Heather

So, I thought I published this yesterday and I was really sad that it wasn't getting any comments or reads, I thought you all hated this chapter for some reason until I realised I never pressed publish and this has just been sitting in my drafts!

Giving flowers to his crush, what was he thinking?!

Finley wanted to scream into his hands. He gave flowers to his STRAIGHT crush! How cliche could he get. He'd finally fulfilled the gay prophecy of falling for a straight boy that was way out of his league and convincing himself that the boy might feel the same way. He was such an idiot, and flowers? Why did he think flowers would work? He had prided himself on not being a guy blinded by crushes and love, he refused to be someone who got worked up over somebody else -he had seen too many people lose themselves to a temporary love. Now, look at him. He'd fallen in love like an idiot.

He was sitting next to the prime example of why you shouldn't fall in love easily:

"Do you think birds know they're flying or do they think they're just walking in the air, because flying is more natural to them than walking, right?" Colby chewed on his pen lid as he let Finley know his very strange thought process, not that Finley wasn't used to it.

"Pretty sure they don't think it's walking or flying, man. They don't have human concepts like walking or flying, everything is just movement, doesn't matter what kind."

"That's pretty deep, bro." Said Colby. "You think all birds taste like chicken?"

Finley nodded. "Thousand percent." Good thing Finley had someone as random as Colby around. Kept things moving, kept him from thinking about how he humiliated himself by giving flowers to his straight crush and... "Ahhhhhh." Finley screamed into his hands muffling the sound.

"I feel the same." Colby patted his shoulder in understanding. "What's up with you though, you're pretty down lately?"

"Life is just a bitch, you know, man." Finley put his head down on the desk. They were currently in art class and were supposed to be painting a portrait of the person sitting next to them. Finley had done a half-assed job at doing Colby and Colby had... well he'd definitely done something. The teacher had called Colby's work 'abstract'.

"What's life bitching at you for?"

The cool surface of the table caused a tingling sensation on his forehead as he rested upon it, or maybe the weird sensation was from the fumes of the paint, how old were these things? Whatever.

"I've got a crush on somebody." It sounded weird saying it out loud. He knew how he felt, he'd come to terms with it, but still to say it after knowing nothing would come of it. Ugh, he really had become a lovestruck fool.

Colby's eyes widened in shock, he slammed his hands down on the table and he came right up to Finley's face. His dark brown hair bouncing on his head. "You?!" He all but yelled. "You have a crush?!"

"Is that so unbelievable?"

"Yes! You refuse to have anything to do with romance. You don't watch romantic movies because you say they're cringe, you make fun of couples for showing PDA, you have literally told me before that you refuse to ever ever ever fall in love."

Finley groaned. "I know."

"Who is it then? You don't have to tell me but I'm super curious. Is it a guy?"

"It's a guy. He's straight and he just got a girlfriend." He was such an idiot for developing a crush.

"It's Brent, isn't it?" Finley lifted his head off the desk in surprise, since when was Colby observant? "You two seemed pretty close at Gino's."