Descriptive Love (BxB)

What do you do when your Spanish class gets canceled?

What do you do when you're forced to take a Film Writing and Editing class instead?

What do you do if you're a dumb asshole who can't even write the word, Picasso?

And what do you do if you get partnered up with some whacky boy you've never seen before.

Well, you would meet Oliver Percy.

And God damn was he cute.

But Alexander Mccloud would never admit that.

Because he was straight...

Right?

***

"But like, how the fuck do you 'that'"

"Mccloud, what do you mean by 'that'?" He asked, moving some hair out of his eyes.

"Well, I'm sorry I'm a dumbass, but this..." I hold up the partly written script he wrote. "makes no sense to me."

"So, are you saying it's poorly written...?" He slowly asked, I can see his face droop a little at my words. It makes my chest hurt slightly.

"No, it's fucking amazing. Just-" I look at the script again. "How do you make it so.... good?" I question, throwing the paper on the ground we sat on. He tilts his head at my words.

"Just write how you feel, I guess."

"Write how I feel?" I question his words.

"Yeah." He replies, rubbing his neck slightly. He does that a lot.

"That's so stupid," I say.

"Well, you decided to take Film Writing and Editing" he teased. I gave him a teasing glare.

"Says the one with a 90 in it." I snicker.

"Touché" he chuckles.