I realised there isnt really a nickname for Malcolm...So i'll call him Mal.
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~~Roses P.O.V~~
He sighs then runs his hands through his hair. "I have a crush on Kyle. Not Laura."
. . . .Woah.. . . I was not expecting that.
My crush is gay....?
I think my whole world just collapsed. Why does this happen to me? I mean, I'm truly happy for him but. . . I just. . .I cant even explain! I don't even know what to think anymore.
"Oh my gosh! Why didn't you tell me?" I fake squeal, not wanting him to get the wrong impression.
"I uhhh...didn't know how you would take it." He says nervously, biting the corner of his lip.
"Oh come on Mal, I'm your best friend, what type of friend would I be if I were to judge you for your sexuality? Besides, I feel like I'm in some teen movie with a gay best friend" I chuckle as his nervous expression is soon replaced with a smile.
"Thanks Rosie pie." He grins slowly taking a few steps back, knowing that i'll beat the crap out of him but boy he better be runnin for his life right now!
My left eye twitches as I slowly advance on him. "What did you just call me?" Running after him down the corridor like two little immature kids in primary school, was surprisingly fun.
"I'M GONNA GET YOU MALCOLM!" I shout only to stop after a few seconds of running to catch my breath. Damn, I gotta work out more. I mean, its not like i'm out of shape but this is ridiculous!
Taking in a deep breath to calm my racing heart, I let out a squeal of surprise when I was suddenly tackled to the side, landing on the ground with an oomph.
"Looks like you couldn't catch me, Rose." Malcolm teases, still crushing my body, mind you.
"Ugh! Get off you oompa loompa!" I struggle as Malcolm laughs hysterically.
"Awh don't they look cute Kyle." Laura's voice gushes as Malcolm and I stand up quickly.
"Yeah they do. I'm guessing you're going to prom together?" Kyle questions irritated with his hands in his pockets.
Whats up with him and his mood swings?
"Uhm actually-" I begin only to be cut off by Malcolm.
"Yes we are. We were just celebrating our excitement for prom." Malcolm lies casually whilst I lift an eyebrow up.
Is he serious? I kept my mouth shut and smile as Kyle gives me a look I couldn't quite decipher.
After classes had ended with a spastic bird flying into the window during Biology, Laura and I go shopping for a dress to wear to prom.
"I'm thinking of something big and puffy as a prom dress, what do you think?" Laura says excitedly as she drags me into a formal dress shop.
"Hmm...Im not really a fan of massive puffy dresses, because unlike somebody here, i need my legs to breathe." I reply back looking through a rack of dazzling dresses. I sigh after ten minutes of searching. I just can't seem to find one that's perfect enough. Walking to other side, I look through a whole bunch.
This shop is so bright and colourful and sparkly and-
"I FOUND THE ONE!" Laura exclaims suddenly, cutting me through my inspection of dresses.
Rude.
"You found the one?" I question.
"Yes Rose, THE ONE!"
"The one and only handsome prince charming!?" My eyes open wide in fake surprise.
"You're so lame." Laura roll her eyes as I immaturely stick my tongue out.
"I'm not lame you retarded walrus, I am simply unique!" I explain with confidence.
"Oh whatever, I'm pretty sure you can find other lame camels so-"
"Oooh that ones nice!" I suddenly exclaim when my eyes landed on a dress that took my absolute breath away!
"its cute. . . but mines better." She smirks and walks away to the fitting rooms.
I scoff. "As if. At least I can walk in mine without looking like a pathetic princess who has to keep picking up the dress just to walk and climb stairs. Darling, you are going to trip." I explain as I try on my dress.
"Well. . . . Well . . . ." She struggles to come up with a response. "At least my farts wont spread around the place!"
"Gosh that was exhausting!" I groan as I plop all my shopping on the corner and lie down on my bed, closing my eyes.
"I know!" Laura agrees, closing her eyes too and she tries to fall backwards on the bed, only to end up missing and falling to the ground with a thud.
"Ouch! I think I broke my spine! OH KYLE COME AND SAVE ME FROM THIS CRUEL WORLD!"
I scoff and roll my eyes. "You're such a drama queen on her period."
"So what if I am?"
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~~Kyle's POV~~
I drop my pen and sigh. After studying for three hours, I've come too realise that this isn't my life, this isn't who I am. Being stuck in a situation where you can't be yourself, can actually be stressful and depressing. I hate pretending to be someone I'm not especially when you're forced to act a certain way.
I pack my books up and walk over to the bathroom. Finishing with my business and brushing my teeth, I walk back only to stop half way and stare at a photo that was in Malcolm's hand whilst he was asleep.
Being curious, I walk over silently and take the photo. Staring at the photo, my heart rate accelerates and my breaths come out in short gasps.
That's not possible.
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