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OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG HE LOOKED AT ME!! AVERY GLANCED AT ME HE TOTALLY JUST DID AAAAA!!! HE LOOKED AT ME!!!!!!
Can you shut up.
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…He looked at ME.
You're a fool of a mortal to think so highly of yourself.
God. This is so embarrassing. For YOU.
There is no god.
It's just an expression.
I know.
Ugh.
Do not allow this to distract you from the fact Avery looked my way.
Okay, seriously, if you wanna be accurate—it's more like OUR way.
Your meager human body is but a vessel for my excellence. I need not remind you who is sustaining this bo—KYAAAA IT'S AVERY!!
Can you STOP—
"Uh, hello? Earth to Derek? You okay, man?"
AVERY SPOKE!!! AAAAAA!! AVERY SPOKE TO ME!!!!
Much like how the clouds parted for the sun, Derek startled and looked up to find the hair in front of his face framing the view of Avery. His concern was tinged with a reluctance, as if worried he was bothering Derek—which was quite a foolish thing to believe, really.
"Avery," said Derek, the name falling from his mouth with much more reverence than the situation required; in fact, the softness in which it fluttered to the floor was was borderline inappropriate. Students filed out of the lecture hall, the pattering of footsteps around them caring not for the world that had been created for Derek and Avery the moment Avery had stepped into his space.
Oh, and also the King.
AVERY!!! AVERY IS TALKING TO ME!!! SQUEEEEE!!! I LOVE YOU AVERY!!! YOU'RE AMAZING!!! AAAAAA!!!!!! AVERYYYYY!!! AVERY!!! YAY!!! AVERY!!!
"Stop," Derek hissed lowly, his hand shooting up to his head at the riot the King was making in his brain.
"Ooh, uh, bad time?" Avery chuckled, mistaking Derek's visible uptick in annoyance as something he caused—which was technically true, though not at all something Derek would fault Avery for.
"No." Oops, Derek might've said that a little too fast. He flustered for a moment—but tried to continue speaking. For Avery. He didn't want him to think he was responsible for his pitiful state. Well, he kinda was, but—you know. Not the point. "It's fine. You're fine. I—it's—you—uh. You're, uh, okay. You're alright. I'm—I—" Derek's mouth hung open. "I've been talking for too long."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP
YOU ARE SUUUUUUUUUUUUCH A LOSERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP SHUT UP
Avery, innocent to whatever inner turmoil was going on in Derek's head, let out a small laugh. Of course, Avery—who was so generous in sharing the jollity he gleaned from life—would allow Derek (very much like a poor man kneeling with his hands cupped to a stream of water) to catch such a precious sound.
"Okay," Avery had said indulgently, and surely—surely, he had glimmered while saying it. Just one of those things Derek would swear his life on.
Fascinating how unintelligent you become in his proximity.
One, your commentary is unappreciated. Two, I could say the same for you. Three… you are… a lumping moron.
That's horrible.
It's deserved.
"Hey, wanna come check out that new cake shop with me?"
"…"
"Derek?"
"Huh?"
"I asked if you wanted to go to the cake shop with me."
He… really was talking to me?
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES SAY YES SAY YES ANYTHING FOR YOU AVERY YOU ARE THE GOAT
"Sure," said Derek.
YOU ARE NOT NONCHALANT
"That sounds nice," Derek tacked on, feeling bold.
OH, FUCK YOU.
"Hooray!" exclaimed Avery.
AH HE'S SO CUTE!!!
Not the switch up…
How unbearable you become around him. I can't stand it.
THEN WHY DID YOU SAY YES TO HIM?
Does your infinite knowledge fail in providing you that information?
NO, IT'S JUST TEN TIMES FUNNIER IF YOU SAY IT ALOUD.
What will it take for you to shut up during my outing with Avery?
OUR outing.
Okay, so you won't. Got it.