𝕋𝕠𝕠 𝕄𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕂𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕐𝕠𝕦 ~ 𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕣

BRIANS POV

*TIME JUMP*

"i have this for you bri!"

Roger hands me a huge bouquet if flowers and some chocolates.

"wow roger! these are beautiful! thank you!"

"youre welcome bri!"

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

i wake up to my alarm clock beeping at me like it does every morning at 7:30 am. i turn it off and i check my phone and see that roger has called and texted me about 50 times. SHIT!! I MUST HAVE FALLEN ASLEEP!! I text roger right away.

ROGER!!
ROGER!
YOU THERE?
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ROGER!!!!!!
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ROGER ANSWER PLEASE!!
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IM SO SORRY I DIDN'T ANSWER
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I fell asleep early :/
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oh hey buddy
good morning :)

._.
good morning rog...

stop apologizing.
you don't have to.
I understand bri :)

alright :/ i'll try.

can i call you bri?
are you ok with me calling
you bri?

yeah sure!
I don't mind at all!
kinda like you calling me that.

good :)
I like calling you that.

so... u sleep well?

yeah :) u?

i think so
i dont know when i fell asleep
hey. wanna
come over tomorrow
or something?
it's saturday.
Sure! why not :)
where do you live?

in a condo.
we'll meet up at the school
and i'll take you on my bike.
there should be enough room
for the both of us!

Sounds good! what time?

does 10 work for you?

sure!
meet at the school at 10 tomorrow.
got it!

I smile at my phone. roger seems to make me smile now. is that weird? I don't think so. I yawn and stretch and stand up out of bed. I fell asleep wearing a white t- shirt and black shorts. I don't even remember changing into these. I look into the mirror and see that my hair is all flat on one side. I shake my head around a bit, waving my poofy brown curls all over the place. that seemed to fix it. it's still an absolute mess though. but I kinda like it this way. im pretty sure roger does too, he seemed to eye it quite a lot yesterday. its kinda stupid how im always thinking about him. I try not to, because the thoughts might wander off too far, making my one and only friendship an awkward one. I get my pink, lilac, and purple striped bell sleeve sweater and black bell bottom jeans from my dresser. I bring all my stuff into the washroom and look at myself in the mirror there. ive always had this little line going right down the middle of my nose. I seem to poke at it a lot. I also have really flat eyebrows. i dont like my flat eyebrows. don't shame yourself like that brian. my mom would've said that if she were here. I undress myself to take a shower. I step i, and my head almost touches the ceiling. I always have to duck down whenever I enter a room in this house. roger. the thought of him fills my mind. stop brian. STOP!! don't make this awkward. I try to think of something else for a bit. I think about how there is always a little voice inside my mind. its not my voice. its a voice i don't recognize. its a male voice. a bit like my dad's voice... but different. maybe it's a spirit. or maybe im just mentally insane. I can't be. I finish up in the shower and wrap myself in a towel. I wrap my hair up too since it's dripping water everywhere. i get dressed and start drying my hair. the thought of roger fills my mind again. ok brian. you're thinking of roger way too much. so much to the point where you're friendship getting really weird already. right. stop thinking about rog so much. think about something else. all of a sudden, i hear my grandma's alarm clock go off. i dont think she should have one. she should be getting all the sleep she can get. school starts soon. i should get all my stuff ready. i put on my sweater and jeans after drying myself off. i take the towel off my hair and then dry it. the blow dryer makes my hair look like its floating. i shake it around, waving it everywhere, then go over to the kitchen to get myself a bowl of cereal. my grandmother should be in a nursing home, but i can't get her into one myself. after all, i'm still a kid.

*TIME JUMP*

I unlock my bike and take it off the bike rack in front of my apartment. I have my schoolbag on my back already. I ride my bike to school as i see roger pull up with his car. he waves to me as I wave back. I get off and lock up my bike again and walk over to him. "hey brian!" he shouts to me when he steps out of his car. "thats a nice shirt you've got there" I nod and say thanks. he's wearing a denim jacket and bell bottom jeans with a brown belt, and a white t- shirt underneath. he's also wearing aviator sunglasses. he looks so cool! I think to myself. ever since I first saw him I thought that.

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