two weeks later
This confused boy has been still talking to me. I am actually really into him. He is really nice to me. And honest. I know he unknown. He never even sent me a picture. But I think he is real.
I feel like he is real.
I was shooting basketballs with my friend Nash when I got hit in the shoulder by a football. I fell to the ground being my clumsy self. I looked up to see a guy named Shawn Mendes, a popular boy who had everything standing there. I picked up the football to hand to him and did so. And he turned and ran back to his friends. I shook my head.
"His girlfriend is cute," Nash said. I glared at him.
"My shoulder really hurts and all you think about it is some hot cheerleader," I deadpanned.
"Oh yeah best friend things," Nash walked over and lend his hand so I could get up. "Now let's get going to the trainer," He walked me out of the gym.
***
I sat at home. The trainer said I should go home. Nash had to take me since I had no parents to. Now he was busy taking a shower because he thinks that my house is magically his. But he is only allowed to since he has been my best friend a while. I got a beep on my laptop and opened it.
Dear Advicebloggy,
Hi
-Confused Boy
I typed back
Dear Confused Boy,
It's Y/N. But hello...
-Y/N
I quickly got a reply back.
Dear Y/N,
You have a really pretty name. How was your day.
-Confused Boy
Dear Confused Boy,
The cliche popular guy hit my shoulder with a football. It really hurts. I got sent home. He didn't even say sorry!
-Y/N
Dear Y/N,
SOME POPULAR BOYS ARE MISUNDERSTOOD YOU KNOW THAT!
-Confused Boy
I felt slightly taken aback. I felt my features turn angry and sad.
Dear Confused Boy,
I didn't mean it like that. Why are you getting so mad?
-Y/N
I never got a reply.
A/N
Making another part obviously.. I painted like all day guys. Even if I have the artistic skills of a six year old painting and music soothes me. I guess I really needed it XD anyways byeee