Aden
So it looks like I got friend zoned, which is cool. April would probably make a great friend and it's not like I was expecting something. Not really.I try not to feel too disappointed. I've always hated the fvckboys who get mad when a girl says she just wants to be friend. Worst is the ones who immediately proclaim what a nice guy they are afterwords. Like hello a$$hole the world doesn't owe you anything just because you say a few nice words. Honestly, they make the rest of us look bad.
I don't consider myself to be a nice or a bad guy. Like most people I'm somewhere in between. So I guess if April is willing to put up with my sometimes moody loner guy ways and be friends that's a good thing.
I move through my classes without anything spectacular happening. I do see Jamal in the hallway. The heated glare he gives me tells me that unlike his brother he still hates my guts.
I'm still not sure how I feel about Keith. The guy tormented me for most of my high school life. I accepted his apology because even fake nice Keith would be better than the Keith that wants to strangle me. I just have to keep my eye on him.
I see Regina in the hallway as I walk to bio. I wave at her. She smiles back.
"We still on for lunch?" She asks.
"Yup."
"Alright see you there. Try not to get in anymore high speed chases."
I smile. Regina and I continue down our opposite directions. Over all this week hasn't been so bad. I've got people to sit with at lunch and a somewhat awkward friendship with April Robinson. Both are two things I thought would never happen.
I'm sitting at my desk when April walks into the room. She smiles at me but it isn't her usual bright smile. She looks a little troubled.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Yeah, I'm good. Just dealing with some stuff."
It isn't a really descriptive answer but I don't want to pry. I don't know if we're on that level yet. My thumbs drum on the desk as I try to think of something else to say.
"Did you finish your list?" I ask.
"Yup. I was able to at least accomplish that."
April hands over her sheet of paper. I glance over her list. Most of the things listed are personality traits. The only physical trait that was listed is tall. I look back at her.
"You do know that even Sasquatch would meet your requirements of attractiveness." I say.
April shrugs her shoulders. "What can I say. I'm not picky."
She's probably only saying that for my benefit. Everyone has their preferences. She probably just doesn't want to make me feel bad by pointing out I was the opposite of what she normal consider attractive. I let it go, though. At least I do have that tall thing going for me, even if my hight is more of awkward lanky type of hight.
I pull out another sheet of paper to write the combined list down.
"Are you going to let me see your paper." April asks.
"Hmm?"
I pretend I didn't hear her. It's not like I have a problem showing her my work. It's just that my list is basically a description of her. I didn't even realize how much April had in common with my ideal girl until I started writing my list down. Showing her that now might make things very awkward for our new budding friendship. I didn't want her to think I was attracted to her and I certainly didn't want her to think I was creepy.
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Adorkable (BWWM/Plussize)
Teen FictionApril is a big girl who knows how to handle herself. Growing up with two older brothers she learned you either fight back or get pushed over. Her kind heart and boyish ways instantly gets her put into the friend zone. Not that she doesn't like havi...