Good Old Days 2

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Flashback

Bright and his friends are in his dorm, discussing how to tame a certain bunny.

Bright: You all better not give me a crazy idea.

Friend1: Relax bro! We ain't like that.

Friend2: Yep. How about you express your feelings through flowers?

Friend3: Nice nice. He will like it.

*In the hallway*

Bright: Take it.

Win: Ah no Bright. *Sneeze* *Sneeze* *Sneeze*

Bright: What the hell you sneezing for?

Win: Throw it.

Bright: What? This? *Confused*

Bright throws flowers right at Win's face.

Win: You FATASS!! I MEANT THROW IT AWAY!! I AM ALLERGIC TO POLLEN!!

Bright: Huh? Huh? *processing* Who the fuck are you calling a FATASS! *Panicked*

Win: Damn! Just go away from me!!!

Bright: What? Wait! Shit He ran away.

*In Bright's dorm*

Bright: You crazy Idiots! He is allergic to pollen and told me to go away.

Friend3: Wha? We didn't know..

Friend2: No worries. Let's try that.

Bright: That? What?

*In the cafeteria*

Win: What are you doing here?

Bright: To eat you.

Win: Wtf

Bright: dumbass I meant To eat, you?

Win: oh.. me too.

Bright: I got something for you.

Win: Better not be a grenade.

Bright: I ain't a terrorist. Here. Take it.

Win: Ah! Chocolate. Sorry but I won't take it.

Bright: The fuck? Why?

Win: Becaus-

Bright: I don't want excuses. Just eat it. *feeds win forcefully*

Win: fkcdikhfjbvb

Few hours back

Win: Mom i am leaving early. I got a dentist appointment.

Mom: Oh my. Why?

Win: I got toothache. Need to stop eating sweets for a while.

Present

Win: *in pain* YOUR FATASS AGAIN HAD TO TROUBLE ME.

Bright: WHAT DID I DO NOW?

Win: Damn Bright. I got a toothache. And you fed me sweet. 🥺

Bright:........... Fuck my life.

* In Bright's dorm*

Bright is ready to beat the shit out of his friends and so he did.

Few punches and kicks later.

Bright: I am never gonna trust you all ever again.

F3: We saw him eating chocolate happily. That's why we said that to you.

Bright: Whatever. This is just not going forward.

F1: Listen I have another plan. Give him a nice gift.

Bright: Hmm.... Gift might work out you good for nothing.

*In the classroom*

Bright: Here. *Hands over the gift to Win*

Win: It's not my birthday..

Bright: I know. Just open it.

But as soon as Win opens the box, he received a punch right on his face. *pain*

Win: The hell with you Bright!! Why are you bullying me? I didn't do anything to you

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Win: The hell with you Bright!! Why are you bullying me? I didn't do anything to you. *cries* Move out of the way. Don't show me your face.

*Runs out of the classroom*

Someone else comes running with a box in his hand.

F2: Bright. This is the gift. You mistakenly took the wrong box.

Hearing this Bright sat down.

*regrets life's decisions*

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*regrets life's decisions*

Bright: Nothing seems to work. What the fuck should I do now?.

Later
* In the football ground*

Bright is sitting on the bench. Thinking how he has to give up Win because of his personality and bad luck.

Suddenly someone pat his back.

Bright: Why are you here?

Win: You seem down.

Bright: Go away. None of your damn business. *regret as soon as he said it*

Win: You don't have to put on a show. You can say your true feelings to me. I am no stranger to you, right?

Bright looks at Win in disbelief. And tears started forming in his eyes.

Win: Shh! Don't cry. It's okay. I know.

Bright: What do you know?

Win: I know you wanted to hit on me. But failed always.

Bright: How did you know?

Win: It's common sense. Flowers, chocolate, gifts. It's a cliche. Only a dumb person wouldn't understand. Curse your friends who suggested you these.

Bright: Hahahhaa

Win: Finally. Silly don't cry anymore.

Bright: If I need to I will. But only in front of you. *Wink*

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