Ello poppets! this isnt the oneshot i was talking about but i randomly remembered this FML i read a long time ago (, check it out if you havent! they also have an app called FML,) and it inspired me, no bottom note, just remember im still posting stuffs!
Stan pulled air through his lips, trying to calm himself down. It was finally the time, the time he finally got the guts to call Wendy and tell her he didn't love her anymore, that he wanted someone else, that he wanted to break up. He stared at his phone, a contact pulled up with an option to call it. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed deeply. He liked her, sure, but LOVED her? Not anymore.
His thumb paused over the call button, nervousness suddenly evading his mind. He didn't know if he could do this. He wished everything was normal for him. He wished he loved the beautiful black haired girl, he wished he didn't love his Jewish best friend, and he wished he knew why he was suddenly turned on by a boy, because he sure as hell had never been gay before.
And most of all, he wished he had never been born in this dumbass hick town.
But he turned his head and saw the picture of himself and Kyle that he kept on his nightstand. It was of the two boys, arms slung over each other's shoulders, and they grinned at each other stupidly, eyes squinted shut. Kyle's hair was-for once- let loose from his hat and the flame of hair that could finally breath took its opportunity to make itself known, high around his head and jawbone, it curled and went whichever way it wanted. Kyle sometimes joked that it had a mind of its own, and in this picture, he could see why. It made him smile at their casual appearance, even wearing swim trunks and nothing else since it was summer. My smile widened since my gaze focused only on him and it gave Stan the courage to press the button and hold the phone against his ear.
Rings pierce his eardrums, she's been called the perfect girl, miss wonderful, etc etc, but to Stan, she could never be enough, but he still didn't want to hurt her, but there was no choice.
At about the sixth ring, she picked up "Hello?"
His stomach dropped, he knew this was the real deal, this time, there was no going back "hey Wendy,"
"Stan! Hey honey, whats up?" she asked. The black haired boy swallowed.
"Uh, nothing, hey Wendy?" he asked.
"Yes?" she asked. Here went nothing.
"Uh, I don't think this is working out, I think we need to break up." He said cautiously.
"Nahh, I don't think so," and with that, she hung up. Stan took the phone away from his ear, stunned.
What the fuck?