Sometimes, May wishes he was popular.

And it hurts him so much, because his very being is offended by the mere thought. His inner self withdraws and squirms away from it in disgust. He can feel his soul dieing, being torn apart by the idea of being so shallow, by wanting to cater to others thoughts and desires, by wanting to become a figurehead for teenage society, which is, as a whole, dumb and selfish and just not something anyone in their right mind would want to be associated with, let alone known for leading.

But sometimes Josh turns his face away from May to talk to one of the girls with their skirts hitched up and their blouses pulled low, and May wants it anyways.


Sometimes, Josh wishes he was unique; Like May, with his perfect skin and toothy smile. May, who set himself away from most with his smart ass comments and intelligent stupidity. May, who was such a fucking special person, compared to just about anyone else. And he's not sure how he feels about this wish, because he likes being normal. He likes parties and sports and cheerleaders, and he knows that disliking all of that is what makes May so wonderful.

But sometimes he's talking to May, just hanging out like they're equals and social structure isn't something he finds himself obsessing over on a daily basis, and he can't help but be content with the way he is.