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Valentines day. the same faithful day I and bede formed an unexpected alliance.
lets rewind a bit.
"BEDE VIXELY EVINGTON!!" I ran to bede's class, instantly earning a sharp glare from the faggot. And with a single whistle, silenced the class. (talk about student council vice prez privileges...) he then reluctantly got up and walked to the back of the class, his platinum curls bouncing with every step, shoulders upright and posh, like the fairy gym-leader lady opal raised him to be. his ugly ahh purple eyes (he swears are violet with a hint of maroon or whatevs) sharp and deadly. fangirls squealing like a bunch of lechonk. seriously, if i wanted to hear that? i could find plenty of them in potswick. eugh...
"spit it out dyke." ok, rude. i flashed him an image of applin. he asked why, i rolled my eyes at the sheer fucking idiocy of the guy in front of me. I told him about the so-called "rumour" of applin being a love confession. also that valentines day is in a month. and his eyes widened in shock and horror. His hands gripped bunches of blond curly hair. His pupils shrinking like his hair in water.
shaking my head in pity, I dragged on, "i know, i know. youre gonna have a ton of applin in your boxes an'-" i was then cut off with a high pitched screech of: 'NO GLORIA, ITS ABOUT HOP!." Hop? My neighbour and childhood friend? Hop? The bisexual disaster? The glorified wooloo farmer? huh. The annoying prick's in love with the ray of sunshine huh? wow. Holy predictable.
Afteryears of awkward silence; i sighed, taking off my green knit beret, running a hand through my hair in understanding, revealing that yes, i was in love with someone as well. its Marnie, the beautiful and yet bashful punk girl that sat next to me in math class also my best friend. The two of us were in a similar predicament, so... we decided to practice dating. for the uhhh experience, on each other. this is fine! Uh huh... fine. what could POSSIBLY GO WRONG?????