One time, I was so sure I was born on the wrong century that I started speaking Shakespearanly. And to be completely honest, that was the best moment in my life. And I hadn't even read one Shakespeare book! It was an extremely good time; girls flocked around me, put their hands on my arm, just feeling up my fit chicken arms, cooing at the way my tongue danced across my mouth, and people of my gender were glaring at me and fisting their knuckles at the sight of me!
Oh, they were jealous all right.
But of course, dear Gray just had to destroy my ego, you know? "You annoy them," he started, pulling up the chair on the left of me a row behind and dropping his tight arse on it. "a lot."
All the good protagonists had to sit on the window side of the room, right? Well, to tell you the truth, I wasn't sitting beside the window. Nope, but I was one person away from the window. That accounts for something… right? Yes, yes it does. Gray sits right beside the window though, and he always basks in the glory of the sun. Heh. Serves him right.
"Excuse me?" I asked, livid. How dare he!
He only takes out a book –which totally has a manga under it, by the way – and pointedly ignores me.
"Hmmph," I huffed. Did I tell you I was over that Shakespearean phase? Yeah, I was beat up in an alley the Tuesday before this week. They stole my ol'e cute flip phone – thankfully though, my mother's whipped suitor is totally hardworking and a kiss up so he gave me an iPhone 4s. Cool, huh? It's white, and it's pretty awesome!
I was on postpaid credits too, so I had internet connection. The girl on my left by the window totally snuck an envious look at my phone. I guffawed in laughter, triumphant at her jealousy. However, my moment of glory was broken when she let out a small, deep chuckle. I raise an eyebrow under my bangs. What…
HOLY
WHAT ON EARTH
WHAT
I CAN'T—
"Haha, bro, you should've just told us that you were like that!" the exchange student, Kai, in his purple bandana goodness, sank his elbows on my neck and snatched my phone out of my hands. He started flailing it around wildly while calling for everyone's attention, boisterous laughter igniting my anger.
"H-hey, give it back!" I felt my cheeks and ears redden beyond my control, and just… a little… a bit more… and I'll…
I passed out.
Twenty Three Minutes Later
"Is he still alive?" Hey… Rick knew that voice.
Someone poked him in the cheek. "Yeah, he's breathing," the speaking voice paused for a moment. "I think."
"Oh, hush hush, kiddos," interjected a calm voice, footsteps drawing near. The sound of textile –yes, Rick likes to use the word textile rather than cloth—swishing past the other beings in the room resonated through Rick's ears.
WOAH
WAIT UP
WHAT
Why is Rick using third person thoughts unlike a normal person would?!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
In shock, he immediately tried to sit upright. "No, no!" A sweet voice reprimanded him as a hand pushed him back gently on the bed.
"Is he roleplaying?" asked… hey… is that—is that Gray's voice?! That traitor!
"Maybe his yaoi fantasies caused him to have some angsty backstory," chuckled a dainty choked voice. Hmm.
He didn't know what happened next, or what really happened before, but all he knew was that he was confused. Totally confused out of his wits.
What the hell.