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Balin was walking up the hill from the oval as P.E and school had ended a few minutes before. It was quiet when walking up, it was just the cold breeze and rustling of leaves. That's when Bodie came up behind him and grab his shoulders.
"AHHH! What the FUCK Bodie!" Balin yelped as he turned around.
"HA! You should have seen your face," laughed Bodie.
"Ha ha, you're so funny," the blonde boy said sarcastically.
"Yeah, yeah. I know, that's why everyone likes me," Balin rolls his eyes at this, Bodie shoots him a glare. "Anyways, you did a bit better a soccer today. Though, not as good as me,"
"I guess and I don't think I'll ever be as good as you. But let's get going, don't you have a bus to catch?"
"Nah, I was just lying to Carter because he was taken foreverrrr to come up. He looked kind of depressed, but maybe he's just tired. Eh," shrugged Bodie.
"Still, I need to get my stuff from my locker." says Balin
"Yeah, me too. Lets go,' Bodie then starts to walk forward and up the stairs. Balin follows behind him and looks at the way the tall boy's hair blows in the breeze. The wind was getting stronger and the sky greyer. There must be a storm coming and he did not want to get caught in it. The boys came up to the crossing that connected the two halves of the school. The Lollipop lady was waiting for the cars to pass, when most of the cars had gone by she put up her sign and walked out on to the road. Bodie and Balin started walking, they were chatting about soccer and sport, until Bodie saw this girl.
She was short and had dark hair, she was talking to her friends when Bodie and Balin walked close to them. Bodie held out his hand for a fist-bump. It was a thing these two had, when they walk by each other, Bodie would hold out his fist, the girl would fist-bump it and then give him a lolly or chocolate. This time the girl fist-bumped him and turned her hand to show a green apple chewy lolly.
"Thanks Shorty, I swear your gonna get me addicted to these though," jokes Bodie, taking the treat from her hand and unwraps it.
"Ha, please. Last thing I want is you nagging me for more like some people," she says and looks at her tall friend.
"Hm... well lets just say I would be waiting to raid your stash then,"
"Heh, then I'll just have watch my back," she smiles at him. Balin watches as Bodie plops the sweet in his mouth as he smiles and chats with her. Balin hates it, the way she talks so freely and Bodie cracks jokes with her. He wants that, but Balin knows that Bodie is just his best friend.
So why is he jealous?
"See ya Bodie," the girl waves.
"See you and be careful or the rain might sweep you away," the girl laughs and rolls her eyes, she walks away; continuing talking to her friends. The boys start to walk up to their lockers when Balin looks up and down at the tall boy next to him. He looks nice with his brown hair and eyes, Bodie was just overall cute. So, when every time a girl talks to him or act all 'cute' with his best-friend, Balin just wanted to bite his hand. He could feel the rage bubbling under the surface, ready to explode.
"What the hell was that!" Balin abruptly says to the tan boy next to him.
"Huh? What was what?" Bodie says being caught off guard.
"I don't know! Maybe, just you acting like Mr. McDreamy!"
"Mate, what are you talking about I was just having a conversation with her,"
"....."
"Wait... Are you jealous of me because people like to talk to me?"
"What! No," Balin said, surprised Bodie thought that.
"Then what's wrong!"
"......" Balin stayed silent avoiding eye contact from Bodie. He started to feel hot and unfocused. Balin was panicking, regretting every decisions he's made to get here. That's when Balin was taken by surprise as Bodie pinned him against a wall with lockers, the tall, tan boy looked down at the average blondie underneath. Bodie smirked at him, watching as the boy squirmed.
Bodie grab Balin's chin and lifted it so the that the blonde was forced to looked at him, there was a deep red flush on his face. Bodie chuckled and said.
"What can't keep up with my words, answer me love," his words were smooth as ice, and Balin was sliding all over them. That's when the boy's word actually registered in his head.
"Love! WHAT!" Balin's eyes were wide as he looked up; staring directly at Bodie. The boy smirked and stepped back, hands in the air and said,
"Hey, sorry. I didn't mean to say it like that. I'm joking bro, I know you don't like me like that," Bodie says chuckling.
"Yeah, yeah... me too. You.... just caught me by surprise." Balin says, looking at his feet.
"Well, see ya mate. I actually have to go or my mum is going to be wondering where the hell I am," the boy reaches for the locker above Balin and takes out his bag. He proceeds to run off as he yell back,
"And I swear I mean that! I am not lying!" Balin smiles at this, 'Bodie is such a prick' he thinks. The boy looks up, realising the tall boy had not locked his locker before he had ran off. Balin rolled his eyes, Bodie was always like that, so inattentive and ready to push passed everyone and everything so he can be better than others. This leads him to forgetting things such as locking his locker or that people have feelings. It's either that or he just misses things completely, like the way people talk about him behind his back. Mostly it's the look of - desire? - want? - love? from Balin, he tries to give Bodie these looks but he is constantly distracted by something. Balin groans thinking about it, this is the one characterises he hates about his best friend.
He just wants Bodie to look at him and give every drop of his attention to Balin, then Balin will look into the tall boy eyes and say 'I love you' with Bodie saying it back.
But that will never happen, because a boy can't like a boy. As, so many people have said in his life and made sure the message stayed there in his head.
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Feeling defeated, Balin goes to his locker and makes sure to lock it once he gets his bag. He walks slow as he goes out on to the street and walks to his home. The rain coming down hard and soaking his clothes. 'Oh well' he thinks, dragging his soaked legs.
"There is always tomorrow to talk to him," Balin says to no one.