The lunch bell rings, and everyone gets up from their seats or starts packing up. Cecil is staring out into the sky, pondering. About what you might ask? Well... somehow, Floyd had started looking attractive. If that's the way to describe it.
~~Cecil's View
"Eugh, fuck. Why am I so fascinated by Floyd? Not like he's cute or anything. Just...stop thinking about him like that." Cecil thought, getting up from his seat and slinging one backpack strap over his shoulder. "Uh, you ready to get lunch?" Cecil spoke to Floyd. Trying to sound normal, in a way that doesn't scream "Yeah, I'm thinking about how attractive you seem to me right out of the blue now." Floyd looks up at him, just for a few seconds. "Yeah, sure. Just let me pack up really quick." He replied, grabbing his papers and school supplies and shoving everything into his bag. Floyd always said "if it fits, it fits." It made Cecil annoyed that his school bag was unkempt and unorganized; Especially since he'd always exclaim that he could never find anything that he needed for a class. Once Floyd was done packing up, he grabbed his backpack—the one that was always a mess inside—looking at Cecil one more time then spoke up once more, "Okay, we can go on down to the Cafeteria now."
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That Boy
General FictionThat Boy is a novel I am sitting down and writing. It follows two boys who have only ever been friends as their story slowly unfolds into a slow-burn romance. Will they realize they're meant to be more than friends, or will they choose to stay exact...
