Savior or Prisoner (boyxboy)

Chapter 15

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Dedicating this chapter to XvendettaX for giving such good advice when i was in the dumps with stress. You are the most mature and best person i have ever met online. Thank you so very much.

Chapter 15


(Alan’s POV)


    Something soft and furry smacked me if the face, waking me up. I blinked away the sleep from my eyes to find Smores on my face, his little paws on my nose. He chattered for a bit before scurrying away. How cute, that was until I found squirrel poo on the pillow he slept on. Ewww.

    I grabbed my soiled pillow and dumped it in the bathroom sink, using a tissue to pick up the poo. I tore off the pillow case and threw it in the laundry basket, tossing the pillow back into the room. I peeled off my clothes and hopped into the shower, the hot water rejuvenating my mind and body.

    If I stayed here any longer, I would turn to a prune. I don’t need to make myself even more disgusting to look at than I already am. With great reluctance, I shut off the water and wiped myself with a fluffy towel, wrapping it around my waist as I grabbed another one to dry my hair. I brushed my teeth before examining the damage.

    The bruise on my stomach from when Chase punched me is an ugly purple color, but the edges are turning yellow, meaning it’s healing alright, still hurts a lot though. I turned and gasped. I knew when my back hit that dial it would leave a nasty bruise, but seeing it was… ugh, I don’t want to describe it. All I’m saying is it looks as bad as it feels, which is REALLY bad.

    I opened the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and took out some painkillers. I went to my closet and put on a black tank under a large black Seether hoodie that also covered the scar on my neck, black skinny jeans with random rips when I bought it, and shiny black combat boots. I can see why people would call me emo since I always wear black. Eh.

    Smores ran on the floor, heading towards me. He jumped and landed on my leg, climbing up my body until he was under chin, then crawled inside my hoodie. He adjusted himself a bit, his head popping out from under my chin. I chuckled, grabbed my bag and went downstairs.

    Aunt Claire was already up, and she made breakfast. “Hey there Ally bear.” She noticed Smores and chuckled, taking out her cell phone, flipped it open and took a quick picture before I could react. “This will be my new wallpaper.”

    I groaned, blushing. “Aunt Claire.” I whined as I transferred Smores onto the counter for his breakfast while I ate mine. Mmm… fluffy pancakes with whip cream and syrup. A glass of orange juice appeared in front of my plate.

    Aunt Claire sat across from me, eating her breakfast. “I’ll drive you to school today. Got the late shift again today.”

    “How’s it going with your work?”

    She shrugged, then smiled happily. “It’s great. The people there are so nice and everyone’s friendly. Dr. Harper and I hit it off. Angie and I already became fast friends. We made plans to hang out on Saturday.”

    I placed my hands gently on hers and smiled. She knew how difficult it is to willingly touch someone so every time I showed her affection or let her give me affection, she would give me this big, ecstatic smile, showing me how much she loves me, the only one who loves me. I may have other relatives, but they are all assholes who still try to mooch off of us.

    What’s his name, Uncle Henry? Something like that. three years ago, when the bullying was only small stuff, he called the house one day. Aunt Claire was at work. I just came back from school with new bruises. I told Aunt Claire I accidentally fell off the bungalow, stupidly thinking I could jump off the ramp unscathed. She believed me, but I felt guilty for lying to her.

    Anyways, Uncle Harold, yeah that’s his name, called the house. Aunt Claire told me to hang up if any of our relatives called. I asked her why and she told me this.

    “You’re aunties, uncles, and cousins are all bad people. They only want you for your inheritance, not because they like you. I don’t want to scare you or anything but, if they get the money you inherit, they would happily dispose of you or try to get rid of you.”

    I nodded, letting that sink in to my young brain.

    I answered the phone. “Hello?”

    “Hey Alan, this is your Uncle Harold. How’ve you been doing?” His voice was all scratchy and low, an unpleasant sound to my sensitive ears.

    I frowned. How did he get our number? “Fine.”

    “Good, good. Say, I was wondering, how’s about giving us your address,, that way I can visit you some time? I want to see my nephew.”

    I frowned some more, already sensing the lie. “Aunt Claire told me not to give my address to strangers.”

    “Aww, c’mon. I’m your uncle. I’m not a stranger.” He chuckled over the phone. It sounded really stupid.

    “Aunt Claire told me that my aunties, uncles and cousins are bad people who only want my money.” I don’t like him already. He’s so fake.

    Uncle Harold finally stopped his faking and growled. “Now listen here you ungrateful little shit. That money should be mine. I was his brother and I don’t need no snot nose brat to tell me otherwise.”

    I decided to use the wise words of my Aunt Claire to answer him. “Fuck you old bastard. I don’t give a flying fuck what you think when you’re so full of horse shit, it’s leaking out of your lying piehole you call a mouth. Aunt Claire’s right, you are all the same; a bunch of conceited, greedy douche bags with only half a chicken’s brain. So I will say this again, FUCK YOU AND THE WRINKLY BITCH YOU SPAWNED FROM AND NEVER CALL BACK!!!” I screamed the last part, pressing the end button.

    I told Aunt Claire everything, causing her to laugh so hard, she fell off the stool she sat on to roll on the floor. When she finally calmed down some, she rewarded me with a azurill plushie the size of my head for a job well done. I squealed in delight, hugging the blue ball of cuteness. The next day, she changed the phone number.

    I use to be so daring, but I wasn’t face to face with him, so I spoke my mind. Now if he were right in front of me, I would’ve cowered and made a run for it, but I wasn’t face to face with him, giving me the confidence to tell him off and hang up on him.

    Back to the present. “Do you need me to make any food?” I stuffed a whole pancake in my mouth and chewed, my cheeks puffing up like Smores is, him stuffing nuts into his mouth. I chuckled, chewing slowly and thoroughly before swallowing. Smores finished his breakfast and drank some water. I finished my pancakes, chugging down the orange juice. I picked up the plates and put them in the sink.

    “I’ll do the dishes. Go play with Smores while I go and change. Grab my car keys too.” With that she dumped her dishes into the sink and went to her room.

    I beckoned Smores to come, and he did, surprisingly. He leaped onto my shirt and climbed to snuggle back into my shirt, his head popping out under my chin. He chattered for a bit, then washed his face.

    I grinned. “Don’t poop In my shirt kay? If you need to go, go outside.”

    He replied with a small squeak. I patted his head. “Good boy.”

    I opened the fridge and took out the chicken enchiladas, transferring a portion into a plastic container, heating it up, and putting it in my bag along with a small bag of nuts for Smores and a few brownies for me.

    While I waited for Aunt Claire, I thought about what to do today. Avoid, avoid avoid at all cost. Goodbye Melissa, James, and Chase. Although I have no idea what our relationships were, it has to come to an end. With that resolve, I closed my eyes and did what protected me all these years of torture. I reached inside me, where my heart was and locked the newly formed feelings I had for them into a box, wrapped it in chains, and buried it deep where it’s difficult to hide.

    I didn’t know I was crying until Smores placed his paws on my cheek and nuzzled his cheek on mine, trying to comfort me. I sniffed, feeling hollow, but safe. “It’s alright, I’m alright. I’m fine now.” I rubbed my eyes, placing my glasses on, another shield.

    Aunt Claire finally finished dressing, driving me to school. When the car finally stopped, I clutched at my rapidly beating heart, my eyes wide. It was difficult to loosen my grip on the car for fear she would start driving again.

    “Well, get out or you’ll be late for school.” She hummed, as if she hadn’t made me see my life flash before my eyes with her driving. Smores hung onto my neck for dear life, terrified.

    Taking a few calming breaths and soothing Smores, I got out of the car on shaky legs and waved her goodbye. She blew me a kiss, winked, and drove away. Never again will I ever let her drive me when it’s so close to being late for anything.

    I brought my hood up over my head. Smores hid himself in my hair, as I told him to do, surprised he would listen to me. Clutching my bag, I strode into the hall, forcing myself to numb my body and mind, that way I won’t care about the stares. It’s all the same, I just need to go back to my routine.

    Instead of papers, it was replaced with spray paint. Bold letters in black was scrawled  over my entire locker with the word ‘Emo Faggot’ being the biggest. I turned the dial, opened my locker, and took out my books. I slammed it shut and made my way towards school, completely in my numb oblivion.

    Hands grabbed me, slamming me against the lockers. I made an attempt to move away, but a strong hand pinned me there. A guy wrapped in bandages all over his face, reminding me of a mummy or one of those people who had plastic surgery on their face.

    “Why hello Alan. Did you have a fun time convincing Chase yesterday? You fucking piece of shit.” I recognized the voice. It’s the guy who pushed me into the locker dial yesterday and gave me the horrendous bruise. What happened to him?

    His words finally sank in. What the heck’s he talking about? Convincing Chase with doing what? I barely talked to the guy yesterday, basically kept my mouth shut and I wasn’t even here for half the day. I was stress relieving in the forest by the secret lake.

    An image of the black wolf popped into my head. The greatest and awe-inspiring thing that has ever happened to me, even more than convincing a bear I wasn’t tasty or a danger. The wolf’s black coat, yellow eyes, and how it came to me alone gave it a mysterious air. I wonder why it was interested in me? Maybe it’s my affinity with animals or something.

    A punch in the gut, brought me back to reality, me being pinned to a locker, again. “Not confessing huh? You think you are so full of good shit, having Chase protect you. That asshole gave me this.” He pointed to his bandaged face. “Kept punching the shit out of my face until I lost consciousness after basketball practice.” He punched me again in the same place, right where Chase’s bruise is.

    Chase the bandaged guy up? Why? I don’t understand. I never asked him to and he saw my ugly face so why would he hurt him or do this for me? I whimpered from the pain. Please let me go. I hate being touched. Stop touching me.
    Smores hissed, popping out of my shirt. He sprang, latching onto the bandaged guy’s face, scratching while sinking his teeth onto the guy’s damaged nose. The guy yelled in surprise and pain. He let me go, his arms trying to grab Smores.

    “What the fuck?! Get this thing off of me!” He yelled, smacking his face hard, trying to squish Smores. Smores dodged out of the way, only to bite on the guy’s ear.

    I and other people in the halls gathered around to watch, some laughing, some recording, others cheering for Smores to win. Typical high school students. It’s all about the drama and entertainment.

    “C’mon Carter, you can’t let that squirrel beat you!” One of his buddies yelled. Oh, so his name’s Carter.

    Carter caught Smores in a tight grip. “Got you, fucking rat.” He began squeezing him.

    No! Don’t hurt Smores. With all my strength, I kicked Carter on the shin. He let go of Smores, clutching is shin in pain. Smores, leaped into my outstretched arms. I cradled him, checking for damage. He stretched out his body, showing he’s fine. He climbed up my hood to rest his body on top of my head. I pet him softly as a thank you.

    “What’s going on?” Said a familiar voice. The bell rang right after.

    James pushed through the crowd, apologizing to people he accidentally knocked into. His eyes widened, his eyes transfixed on Carter’s bandaged face as his buddies lifted him back to his feet, well his foot. His eyes went to me and Smores, whose lounging on my head.

    James scratched his head confused. “Uhh… is that a squirrel?” he asked some random person in the crowd.

    “Yeah. Carter ganged up on Alan, punching him in the stomach when the squirrel jumped Carter, clawing and biting his face. Carter grabbed it, then Alan kicked Carter in the shin. I thought it was wicked awesome how that squirrel went all crazy on Carter.”

    As everyone focused on Carter, groaning in pain, I took my chance and slunk away from the crowd, heading for class. My stomach throbbed horribly. I winced as I took a breath. I placed a hand on my stomach. Maybe I should go to the nurse.

    Turning, I bumped into something hard and warm that smelled amazing, and familiar. I winced from the pain as I looked up through my hair and found Chase staring at Smores, amused and curious. “Why is there a squirrel on your head?”

    I didn’t answer him, just backed away quickly, each step bringing a twinge of pain from my battered stomach. Don’t show pain. Don’t show fear. Just get away as fast as you can from here before you begin to feel again. Each step I took, he followed with a step forward, eating up the distance. Smores, not having a care in the world, crawled his way to my bag, then burrowed himself inside, leaving me all alone to my problems. Thanks a lot Smores.

    My back hit a wall, ending our little dance, well to me it was life or death. I have no idea about Chase. He trapped me, both of his arms placed firmly on the wall, both of them on both sides of my head, a few inches away. I shrank into the wall as Chase loomed over me, a creepy smile on his face, sending shivers of fear and something else through my body.

    Why is he staring at me like that? Like I’m prey and he’s the predator? There’s also something else, something sinister, sending me warning vibes. I pressed myself onto the wall more, trying hard to sink into the wall. Chase blinked, the gleam of danger in his eyes gone. Did I imagine it?

    “I heard what happened yesterday. Are you alright?” He frowned in concern.

    I gave him a slight nod, my eyes wandering around to find a way to escape. I clenched my hands into fists, biting my lip from the close proximity of our bodies. His warmth seeped into my numbness, letting me know I’m in deep trouble. If I don’t get out of here soon…

    “Are you sure? I saw what happened in the halls today. Carter ganged up on you again.” His jaw twitched in annoyance. “Fucking bastard.” He muttered softly under his breath, but I heard.

    He lifted his hand, going to touch my cheek. I flinched away. Pain jolted over my body. I accidentally let out a small whimper of pain escape my lips. I clamped my lips shut, hoping he didn’t hear it.

    I was swept away from the ground, lifted into a princess lift. The sudden movement messed with my stomach. I trembled, trying my best to not let any sounds of pain fall from my lips. Not liking the contact, I struggled in his arms, jostling my stomach more. Chase ignored me, carrying me down the hall. Hurting too much, I gave up, letting my head lean on his strong chest, trembling all the way.

    Chase kicked open a door, startling a woman in a white lab coat. He ignored her protests, gently laying me down on one of the beds, his expression full of concern.

    He turned to talk to, what I believe, the nurse. “Can you check on him? He’s hurt.”

    “Of course.” The nurse turned to me, a warm smile plastered on her face, then went back to Chase. “Name please?”

    “Alan Thorpe. He’s… a friend of mine.” Chase grinned when he said the last part. I stared at him, confused. Does he think of me as a friend?

    Smores decided to come out of bag, stopping right next to my head. I pet him softly, my heart warming up as he grabbed my thumb, rubbing his furry cheeks there. Forget letting him go. I’m keeping him for good. I hope Aunt Claire understands how attached I am to Smores, even though I just found him yesterday.

    “What do you think is wrong with him?” The nurse asked.

    Chase shrugged. “I don’t know. I heard he was pushed onto a locker yesterday and he had a bit of a problem a few minutes ago.” His voice was laced with anger, instinctively making me back up a bit. He saw, giving me a reassuring smile.

    The nurse turned and made her way towards me. “Alan, can you point out where it hurts?”

    I gave a stiff nod. I lifted my hand, pointing at my stomach.

    “Your stomach hurts? Is it a stomach ache, or someone or something hurt you?” She asked nicely.

    I nod at the last one, taking care not to jostle my stomach. It throbbed a lot.

    “Do you mind if I lift your shirt and see for myself?”

    I abruptly sat up, scooting away from her and Chase. I moaned from the pain, clutching my stomach. My breaths turned to pants, sweat forming a cooling shield all over my body, causing me to shiver. No way. You and your evil hands can stay away from me and my shirt. I don’t care if I’m hurt as long as no one finds out about the scars.

    Smores hissed at her, ready to attack. She jumped back, as did Chase. If I wasn’t scared out of my mind, I would have thought this situation funny. Smores ran to me, giving me a comforting nuzzle, watching the two carefully. My trembled from the pain as I took hold of him, rubbing his belly. He writhed in my hands happily.

    “Uhh, is that a squirrel?” The nurse asked.

    Chase nodded. “Yeah.”

    Smores hissed at them again before losing himself in my shirt. His protectiveness over me solidified my choice in keeping Smores. My new friend and unexpected bodyguard. How nice.

    The nurse coughed, bringing my attention to her. She sighed. “Okay, umm, I’ll just give you some pain killers for today since you don’t want to show me your injury. I’ll write you both a pass to excuse yourself for being late for class.” With that she went into a cabinet and gave me two small pills and a glass of water. I took the pills, not touching her, and swallowed, guzzling the water to wash down the pills and handed her back the glass.

    Very careful as to not bother my stomach, I slid off the bed and headed towards the door, already deciding to skip school again. If this keeps up, I’ll flunk and Aunt Claire would be so disappointed in me. I don’t want her disappointed in me, the only person who understands me, love me, and won’t leave me. I guess this means I’m going to class. Bummer.

    The nurse handed us the passes, waving us goodbye. I may be going to class, that doesn’t mean I have to rush. I took my time, walking slowly down the empty hall, Chase’s eyes burning holes on my hunched back. My skin felt all itchy from the intensity of his stare. I knew he wanted to ask me questions I can’t answer, questions I don’t want to answer.

    The rest of the day was pretty boring, with me avoiding everyone. Right when class ends, I make a run for it, heading for my next class. During lunch I climbed a tall tree, eating my lunch on a branch with Smores eating his lunch. Another squirrel approached us, chattering to Smores.

    The only time I could relax was in Art. Mr. Rivers assigned us to draw what’s on your mind, what’s occupying your thoughts. I didn’t want to draw what was really on my mind, so I unconsciously drew anything, not really looking at my progress.

    “My, that’s a lovely drawing.” Mr. Rivers said from behind me. Startled, I dropped my pencil, reaching for it until I saw what I drew.

    A picture of half of Chase was drawn onto my paper, only showing the upper part of his body. He was split in half vertically, half smiling pleasantly, while the other half was shaded, his eye gleaming menacingly, his smile on that side more vicious and evil than the other. I backed away from it, my hands shaking. Oh gosh.

    Not wanting to see it anymore, I scribbled my name and headed it to him, ducking my head as to not make eye contact.

    Gym, the last class, finally came. I changed into my uniform, long, baggy shorts and an oversized t-shirt covered up my necessary scars in the bathroom at lightning speed, finishing before anyone could see.

    The good part is after this, I can go home. The bad part is, James, Melissa, and Chase are all in this class too and we’re doing team relay, so there’s bound to be competition. Mr. Lassiter put us all in teams of four, which made six teams. I just had to be teamed up with James, Melissa, and Chase. I also found out bandage face aka Carter is in another team, glaring at me with murderous eyes.

    Chase noticed this, stepping in front of me to glare at Carter, who took a step forward, ready to brawl. Melissa and James stood right next to Chase, all three of them exchanging grins, then glared at Carter.

    I stared at them, utterly confused and so heartbroken. They stood up for me? Me? I didn’t deserve their kindness. Tears prickled my eyes. I blinked them away, pulling my numbness over my body to quell the raging emotions swirling inside me like a stormy sea.

    “Alright, decides whose going to run first and last. One member of each team come over and take a number. The number will decide the lane you and your team will run. When you get your number, grab a baton and go back to your team.” Mr. Lassiter held a few popsicle sticks in his hand.

    Melissa jumped. “I’ll go. You guys decide who runs when.” She ran off.

    James rubbed his chin in thought. “Okay, umm, so Melissa should go first since she’s on the track team so that can put us in the lead. I’ll go next. Alan can go third, and Chase you can be last.”

    Chase shook his head. “I think Alan should go last. Is that alright with you Alan?” He cocked a brow at me.

    I shook my head, ducking so no one can tell how nervous I am.

    “Okay. I guess that’s settled.” James looked back and forth between Chase and I, a thoughtful expression on his face.

    Melissa came back, waving a popsicle stick  “We got lane two. So tell me the order.”

    “You’re going first, me second, third Chase and Alan last.” James took the baton and flipped it in the air.

    Melissa laughed. “You guys really want to win.”

    Chase grinned, waggling his eyebrows at her. “Of course. Who wants to lose? Not me.” His eyes went to mine for some reason, the dangerous glint flashing in his eyes for a second.

    I took an involuntary step back, goose bumps forming along my skin. My eyes widened, my heart stopped, as my gut wrenched when I have a bad feeling about something. He blinked, the glint gone, replaced by confusion.

    “Get into your lanes kids. Let me explain. Each of you will have to sprint one lap around the track field, then hand it to the next person. There will also be hurdles on the track to make it more challenging. The first team finished will get extra credit. Does anyone have any questions?” No one said a thing. “Let’s move it people.”

    My team made our way to our lane where I stood at the end of our line. A dark chuckle snapped my head up, searching for the threat. I took a step back when Carter stood right next to me, grinning, his eyes filled with so much hate, I was petrified.

    Chase coughed, startling me. Carter just rolled his eyes and turned away. Chase leaned down towards me. “Tell me when he bothers you again and I’ll make sure he understands not to mess with you.”

    “Alright, get into your positions.” Mr. Lassiter yelled. “Ready… GO!”

    The first ones in line ran around the track, holding onto their batons. Melissa ran past everyone, leaving a huge gap. She handed the baton to James, the rest of the runners three fourths done. James grabbed it and ran. S few people from the other teams caught up to us. Chase took the baton and ran, already seeing people tying with him.

    I stretched my legs and loosened myself up, relaxing the tight muscles until they became loose and warm, ready to go. I may hate attention, but I do love running. For once, I want to be myself and to do that is to let go for the moment.

    Chase came at me, his arm stretched out, handing me the baton. I grabbed it and ran with all my heart.

    The wind against my face felt amazing and the soft cushiony track was fun to run on, just like the forest. The hurdles made me smile as I easily flew over them, leaving everyone in the dust. I didn’t have a care in the world, just the floor beneath my feet and the wind against my skin. I finished, and I haven’t even used all of my strength. I wasn’t even breathless.

    Melissa, Chase and James whooped in joy while the class gawked at me. What? Is it that surprising that we won, that I can actually run? I may not be all that fast, but I’ve been running for years while you slags sit on your butts.

    I mentally face palmed myself. Crap, I shouldn’t have done that and just lost. Now I have all this unwanted attention. Even Mr. Lassiter is staring at me in surprise. I don’t like his the most, mostly because he’s an adult and that he’s a super buff guy. Buff guys scare me.

    “In your face suckers! We won! Ha ha!!” Melissa yelled out loud, her fists in the air. She did the victory dance, more of like a chicken having a seizure while being shot by a machine gun. It was that weird.

    Chase, on the other hand, came up to me and ruffled my hair, sending unexpected zings of electricity throughout my body. “I knew you could do it.” He grinned. My cheeks felt warmer all of a sudden.

    I jerked my head away from his touch, rubbing my arms from the lingering shocks. Why do I always feel like this whenever he touches me? When someone touches me, I feel all icky and gross, dirty, but it’s always this electric shock with him. And the worst part is, I don’t know if I like it or not. This is all so confusing.

    Teenagers, thy name is drama.

    Mr. Lassiter blew his whistle. “Chase, Melissa, James, Alan, congrats on winning and the extra credit. Now all of you, hit the locker rooms. You’re dismissed.”

    People chattered happily about random things as they walked away, but most of the talk was about me, unsurprisingly. Great, look what you’ve fudged up this time Alan. You just blew it big time.

    Melissa appeared in front of me, squealing. “Alan! OMG, you were AMAZING!! You have to join track!” She abruptly went quiet, her expression thoughtful. She tore off my glasses and swiped at my hair before I could understand what’s happening. “AH HA! I knew I wasn’t hallucinating yesterday. You just shocked me with how adorable you really are.” She bent down and looked up to see my ducked face. “So cute. Man was that a shocker. Right James?”

    James nodded, his cheeks suddenly turning red. “Uh, yeah.”

    Chase chuckled. “I’m actually sad that I’m not the only one who knows now.” He smiled at me. “I was totally surprised when I saw his face for the first time.”

    Melissa glared at him. “Wait, you knew? And you didn’t tell us? Or taken a picture? Something?” She waved my glasses around.

    I snatched it from her hands, shook my hair and placed them back on. I don’t know what more shocking; how they all thought I wasn’t ugly or how they actually think I’m decent looking. I won’t go so far and say cute, that’s in the forbidden zone where I will never reach. I still think I’m repulsive. When you’ve been called ugly for the past five years by others, it sinks in.

    “Yeah, I knew on the first day. We accidentally bumped into each other and his glasses fell off.” Chase paused. “You know, I should have taken a picture.”

    Not wanting to hear this anymore, I ran to the locker room, waiting for the other guys to finish changing. When the locker room was finally empty, I changed quickly, grabbed my stuff and made my way to the exit. Smores slept soundly in my bag and I was happy to not find squirrel poo anywhere.

    “Alan, wait up!” Chase yelled.

    Although I wanted to leave, my legs would not obey. Stupid legs. I am your master so why won’t you listen to me? You almost always did, so why disobey me now of all time with the one person I did not want to see?

    Chase caught up to me, a huge smile on his face. It was suppose to be one of those smiles where you’re confident with something, but I caught a glimpse of a tiny darkness that faded when I spotted it. “So, I have a question for you.”

    It was the tone of voice that made me instinctively take a step back, my flight mode screaming at me.

    “Alan, will you go out on a date with me?”

Hmmm, i don;t know what i felt when i wrote this. One thing's for sure, i was a huge jumble of emotions when i wrote this.

Remember, this is the first draft.

Ho ho, i finally made them do it. I finally asked my baby to ask my baby to go out. yay!

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Wait, that came out wrong, but whatever. You all get it right?

Readers: ...Right!!

Oh thank you! Mwah.

Hugs and deaths to all who do super bad things,

Eni <3