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[gerardwii]

Call Me

Hey, you there? I never seem to hear from you anymore. But then again, you never seem to hear from me. I’m sorry about that, I’ve been very busy, you know? With it being summer, I have tons of work to do. Sleeping, eating and the likes. It’s hard work! I’m sure you understand, we both live hectic lifestyles. I found some, no, plenty open spots in my schedule, we need to make plans! I hope you have space for me in your life too.

You’re busy. You’ve just gotten back from camp, you have family to visit. You’ve got friends to see. But hey, you know I’m a friend too, right? You’ve got a tight timetable, it’s very hard to find space for me, not even an hour or two. Hey, You found a measly hour for me! You bet I’ll accept it. 

I see your text. I make time out of my empty schedule for you. It wasn’t hard, don’t worry. I use my special expensive products in the shower, I put on some light makeup for once, I wear the outfit you complimented that one time, just for you. Why not? I have the time.

You don’t. You have a friend dropping something off for you at 3. It’s only an hour before we were supposed to hang out, he can’t come later, can he? You have other friends, I know that. But you and I, we were best friends. We were. You and I, we missed each other while you were gone at camp. We did.

I know that times are changing. I’m getting older, and so are you. We’re not kids anymore. I’m in a different school, the public school. I watched you contemplate going to the expensive private school, and you went. Now in my life, you’re a recurring character. I miss you. Will I ever even live to see you again? Yes, I will, and I know you think that’s true. But I certainly don’t think it is. I love you. I love you so much I could cry. I am crying. Hard. I don’t think I can live without you. Miserably at best.

You can live without me, well, now you can. When you pulled at me, called my name, longed for me to be there, I turned away. You saw me chicken out and you learned from it. You’re not chickening out now that the tables are turned. You see me making text bubbles and leaving them. You’ll come back for me someday, we’ll meet through mutual friends again someday. Now, you have to go back to your friends. You’ll see me soon though, before school starts for sure.

Ok. I trust you. I know that you don’t have tears pounding onto your phone right now. I know you’ve gone off with your new friend group. I’ll make new friends while you’re gone though! And we’ll meet up and merge our groups. I’ll hang onto that hope. I’ll see you again someday. I hope you’ll forgive me for turning away when you wanted to see me. When I saw you needed me. I’ve forgiven you  for turning away. But I know what you did. I watched you walk. I know they’re tiptoes, but soon they’ll be sprints. And I’ll finally be a part of my new friend group. I’ll find a new best friend. 

You’ll see me on the streets sometimes. You’ll be coming off the bus, and you’ll see me through the Starbucks window. You’ll watch me laughing with my new friends. You’ll watch me share my secrets to my new best friend. And you know what? You’ll wish you were there. You’ll wish you reached out to me those few years ago, when were still, well, you know, something. And your best friend, he’s fantastic. But you know he isn’t me. So something is pulling you to those coffee shop doors. Oh God, you don’t want to walk in, do you? You know what?

I want you to walk in. I see you through that window. And these few years we were apart, I won’t lie, they were great. But I had a hole in my heart. There was someone in the back of my mind that wasn’t there, but they needed to be. And I had been pretty good at forgetting about it. My best friend, she was fantastic. But I know she wasn’t you. And I hate that you’re back, because that means that all my progress is gone. Now I see that you’re here. And I remember that we loved each other. I was a kid then. Now, I’m older, and I don’t know if you understand that. I don’t understand that you’re older, and that’s for sure. So maybe this bond we had.. Maybe it should stick in the past.

You don’t want that to happen.

I don’t want that to happen. 

So please, give me a call when you see this.

[gerardwii]

Hard to Hate

 Prompt: A ”Popular” girl falls in love with a “Nerdy” boy, however, he hates her and she spends all her time trying to impress him.

Note: I have a long plan for this one, so it’s going to be multiple parts.

I watched him walk down the hall. God, he’s gorgeous. Clearly, out of my league though. Or would it be considered the other way around? I’m not entirely sure where I stand on this whole ‘popularity scale’ at the moment. One thing I do know, though, is I gotta get him.

There she was, the girl that my friends obsess over. I just don’t really understand the clout those idiots give her. There’s nothing even remotely special about her. She’s got the same clothes as everyone else, the same looks, she’s just like everyone else. And yet I observed her intently as I made my way down the crowded hall, nitpicking every little thing about the way she composed herself. I tried not to make eye contact, but my eyes shifted up anyways. I’ll give her one thing; her eyes are absolutely captivating. That’s it. 

“Hi!” She said in that cheery popular girl voice that they all have. God, some originality here please. my eyes were locked with hers, my glare like a dagger straight through her heart. Her peppy eyes lost a bit of the lustre, but she still artificially smiled at me and turned back to her friends. This school is hopeless.

I reached my locker and put in the combo. My friend Connor popped right up by my side, giddy as ever. “C/N!” He cried, his voice a shrill screech. Clearly puberty hit this poor guy like a truck. My eyes peeked at his for a split second before making their way back to my locker. “Y/N said hi to you!” He continued squeaking like a goddamn mouse-lion hybrid. “You know what this means? She knows you! You can introduce her to me! We could get to know each other, I’ll ask her-”

I cut him off. “You know how I feel about..” I had to relay my memory to remember her name. Agh, what use is it? “Her..” I finished, slamming my locker shut.

Connor looked at me with bewildered with his hazel irises and shook his head. “You’re crazy, man.”

I watched him walk to period one, one of the only classes we share. His step was mesmerizing in the most simple way, yet I couldn’t put my finger on it. Adds to his charm. I’ve been observing him for not too long, but I’ve started to pick up on his likings. It seems like he’s more of a nerd than he looks, considering his presence is very much in his favour. My friends don’t like him for some reason though, like what’s not to like? I stepped in after waiting outside the door for a bit as to not look like a stalker. 

Y/N sauntered into the room with such a nauseating confidence. Connor’s face lit up like a goddamn bonfire when she made eye contact with him for a split second. It’s shameful. Her eyes were so blank glancing at Connor, but the second they shifted over to mine, they burst with colour. What is with her absolute mania for me? I can feel her watching me everywhere I go. I won’t deny my heart pounded every time our gazes met, but it’s only out of hatred. Pure hatred.. Yep.

She sat herself next to me and beamed widely. “Hey, C/N.” She opened a sketchbook and started doodling. Considering this was English class and we were supposed to be reading, she’s quite the daredevil. Our English teacher is a crippled old woman with an iron fist ruling, so good riddance to her.

“I never told you my name..” I muttered as I opened my book. I tried to read my book begrudgingly, but I felt a stare scorching me, coming from my right. Peering over, I viewed the sketch Y/N was slowly forming, and it pieced together in my mind. She was drawing me.  Her hand moved in a fluid motion as she drew the curves and shadows of my face in detail, and I can’t deny that I was impressed. I guess she has some talent. I’m sure that every one of her cookie-cutter friends can draw like her. Maybe it’s like a default setting. 

“I asked around. You’re not completely unknown, y’know,” She said absentmindedly as she shaded in a cheekbone. Y/N looked up at me, and saw that my view was on her page. I swear I could feel her heart skip a beat. “Y-You like it?” Her voice shook a bit, and I internally laughed at her broken confident facade. Granted, she caught me with a tied tongue. This must’ve been the only time ever I didn’t have something witty or quite frankly, rude to say. 

I didn’t have the audacity to tell her I’ve never loved anything more.

AN: There’s too much to write in one, so I’m making this one multiple (hopefully two) parts. I’m pretty sure I’ll get the second part out next week.

[gerardwii]

The Best Few Minutes

The sound of tired high schoolers flooded the halls in a crescendo. The long day had finally come to an end, and you couldn’t be happier. Your hands weaved the combination into your lock, and you flung the locker open. A few seconds later, a familiar tall boy found his way next to you, repeating the same locker routine you had. This boy was none other than C/N, who had the locker next to yours, your best friend F/N being on the other side. You all knew the routine at this point. You would begin a random ass conversation with F/N, and C/N would make a casual comment. You would then turn the chat over to him, and you would talk for a bit. You didn’t know it, but under that blank face of his, he was eagerly awaiting today’s topic.

Today, the talk was different. You and F/N had plans to hang out, which wasn’t necessarily a topic C/N could weigh in on. As you finalized your already thought out plan, you could see from the corner of your eye a minuscule frown begin to form on C/N’s lips. F/N seemed to notice this as well, and leaned over to you.

“Invite him.” She whispered. Your eyes widened at her.

“Even if I did, it’s not like he’ll come. He has practise, like, everyday.” F/N rolled her eyes at you and observed C/N from across your locker.

“Hey, C/N!” She called him. His eyes shot up from in his locker, initially locking with yours, before drifting to F/N’s. “You wanna come with us?” She didn’t even have to specify where, you both knew he was already listening.

“Sure.” His eyes flashed back to yours for a brief second before he dug back into his locker. F/N winked at you and slammed her locker shut.

“Usual spot.” She confirmed before backing away. God, that woman.

You sheepishly smiled at C/N as you grabbed my bag from your locker and closed it as well. “I’ll wait for you.” You stated and leaned onto the wall. He finished soon after and you headed out together in a slightly uncomfortable silence.

Sure enough, there F/N was at your usual spot at the bench. She grinned widely at you just before C/N saw her. “Alright, let’s go!” She said in a falsified cheer, before checking her phone. “Oh no! I forgot!” She cried in the most unalarmed voice ever. “I forgot I had.. Strings practise. Gotta blast!” And she ran off, even though she played saxophone. Someone get this woman an Oscar.

You and C/N both watched as the girl ran away to god knows where, and back to each other. “Shall we?” You muttered quietly. You were terrified. You had never really hung out with C/N outside of what was definitely the best few minutes of your life, and your crush-like feelings were through the roof right now.

He grinned at you for what felt like the first time ever, and you headed along. He turned to you with that faint grin.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”