𝕋𝕠𝕠 𝕄𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕂𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕐𝕠𝕦 ~ 𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕣

BRIANS POV

We all sit down for lunch in the cafeteria. "so... both our parents decided that we're going to move away again..." Richie explains.

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Another VSCO girl approaches our table. ANJELICA!! that little blockheaded dipshit from 6th grade!! She approaches Roger. shes so unattractive... she leans down and whispers something in roger's ear, seemingly trying to sound somewhat seductive. "dont let them get to you" is all i heard.

She then springs back up on her feet and skips away. IS SHE FUCKING FLIRTING WITH ROGER??? AND IS ROGER GIVING INTO IT??? Roger actually SMILED at her!!!!

I don't realize how horrified and shocked I look until roger asks me whats wrong. "oh!... not- thing... nothing rog..." i say to him, eyes still wide and looking quite shocked. "you sure bri?" he asks. "yeah... i- im... fuh- f- f-ine rog... im fine."

"looks like YOU sir have just gotten yourself a girl!" Richie says in his british accent impression. its surprisingly accurate. "are you imitating me?" roger asks smiling. WHY IS HE SMILING AT THIS?? this can't happen.

If roger turns out to be straight, that means that i probably won't ever find anyone else like him EVER!! people like him are so rare... and... i- might not ever find a boyfriend here, and then my whole 4 years of high school... I MIGHT NOT EVEN FINISH HIGHSCHOOL!!! i might get too depressed!!! i- I-

I feel someone's hand on my shoulder. its Eddie. i've started hyperventilating. "brian... you alright?" he says. "inhaler?" roger asks. i shake my head no as i take a deep breath. "im ok..." i say, trying to smile. "thats a relief... WE THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA FUCKING DIE!!!" Richie says.

"he's got asthma..." roger explains to Richie. this isn't asthma... this is a panic attack. Im a bit angry with roger right now. brian the only thing that happened was he smiled at a girl... who... whispered something to him... something seductive... OH SHIT........

My mind starts spiralling again. its so ridiculous when this happens. I stare at the small scar on Roger's cheek from that fight he got into in September.

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3:20 pm
Brian's house, just brian. Roger is at home, probably still up, Brian's grandma is sleeping...

i lay there on my bed thinking about what happened today. Anjelica spoke to Roger again... only that time, in the hall... and they actually stopped in the middle of the hall, facing each other, and STANDING VERY CLOSE TO EACHOTHER. this cant be happening...

i roll over onto my back, burying my face in my hands. i really thought Roger and i had something starting there!!! i drag my hands down my face, pressing my fingers down so hard it hurts. this helps a bit because the pain takes away from the stress.

SHES THE PERFECT HEIGHT FOR HIM TOO!!! shes... what... 5'4"?? he even leaned in a bit... ROGER WAS MY ONLY FUCKING CHANCE!!!!!!

my hands move up to my head and i grab my hair and pull it really really hard. this really helps...

My phone chimes, and i pick it up to look at it. Its roger. oh joy...

Roger: Hey brian... so... Anjelica... i think... that maybe... we could have something :)

I read the name Anjelica and with that, i slam my phone down on the bed and drag my fingers down my face, pressing my nails so hard, i think i could have left scratches... Blame the cat if Roger notices tomorrow.