ISAAC POV
my day started off as shit. Total shit.
And it just progressively got worse, to the point where I almost make a meme out of it.
Fuck.
One more class period until band. I honestly don't think I can wait any longer. I need to see him. I need to be able to look at him and know everything is okay. But the fact I can't tell him that he makes it better is what hurts the most. If I could tell him I would. I would walk right up to him and
Say, "I'm in love with you". But that's cringy so it's not gonna happen.
It's only 2:49 and I'm going to end up killing myself within these next 6 minutes, but no.
I MUST SURVIVE!!
I fucking hate myself.
YES! 2:54!! BAND ROOM!! TYLER!! YAY!!
The bell rings and I grab my stuff as fast as possible and run out the door, barely making it to my locker without dropping all my shit everywhere.
I'm in such a rush I don't even hear Long Boi call me a Gay Muslim untill I was able to calm down and process what he said. That's a normal thing for Long Boi and me, so I take no offense to it. In all honesty, I'm proud of it. Being called a gay Muslim
Is like being told to just go kill yourself, which is exactly what my weekend plans are.
I start heading down the hallway to get to the band room and boy am I glad we have marching band today. Yeah, I want to kill myself the whole time, but at least I'm doing something somewhat productive.
By the time I get to the band room everyone is already there eating their snack screaming the words to Debbie Minton.
There he is.
Letting Lauren push carrots into his mouth makes me happier than it should. I wish it was me pushing them into his mouth. Carrots wouldn't be the only thing.
I hate myself so much.
Why must I think of these things at the most inappropriate time.
"Hey, Isaac. Have you ever thought about how we cut down bird houses to make other bird houses?"
"Holy mother of moomoo," I say as sexually as you can make that sentence.
He questions me while giggling. I love his laugh. The way he squints his eyes and wrinkles up his cute big nose is so adorable.
I hold my hand out for a high five, and instead he licks my finger. It's kinky but makes me uncomfortable on a whole other level.
"Wanna sit in a practice room with me until we go outside?" Tyler said.
How could I not want to go into a practice room alone with his cute ass.
"Oh, yeah I do"
