There's something about him that draws you closer. Maybe it's the way his raven-black hair, with jagged bangs and stabs of crimson woven into it, falls over his eyes. Maybe it's the way his teal eyes scan over his latest Essay, looking for any unforgivable errors. Maybe it's the way he chews his bottom lip in thought, or the way he scrunches his nose up in the most adorable way when he's upset or annoyed.
You realize how handsome he actually is, and you're pretty sure you know why.
You're in love with him. You're in love with Big Endord.
It scares you, really; you don't know what his girlfriend would do to you if she found out, or what your cousin would say about you liking her honorary brother. It really shouldn't, though. It's just a simple crush, you tell yourself. Though, you know better.
You want him to look at you the way he looks at her, but it's never gonna happen. You know that.
You've even started to pull away from your friends and animals. It makes you feel guilty that you're neglecting your animals, especially Angel Bunny, and that you can't even tell Rainbow Dash, your closest and best friend what's going on with you. It pains you, but you can't help it.
And, you're starting to pull away from Big Mac as well. You don't feel that same giddiness and contentment when he kisses your cheek, or runs his tongue over the curve of your neck. The blonde hair you used to love so much is now too rough, and his hands are too big for yours, now; You want Big E'S hands holding your gently. His hands are probably soft, since he doesn't do hard labor like Big Mac does...
He's badgering you, now. Everyday he asks you what's wrong. And you feel guilty when you literally push him away and run off. You always look back to see hurt swimming in those teal orbs which are just a shade lighter than yours. It wasn't that hard of a push, you know, but just the thought of you wanting to push him hurts him enough.
And everyday you hold Angel Bunny close and cry into his soft fur. He nuzzles you as comfort, but the animal knows it'll never be enough. Even you know that.
Still, you plaster that fake smile each day, and fight the urge to stay in your bed and never come out.
Hope Ya Like It! Give Credit to my best friend Edwardo for letting me use his OC! Love Ya, Eddie!