The being of something I hope will be really...amazing...it won't but I can try, right?
"So do you think I should get the roses? No...roses are too forward lilies are better...Derby? God you're useless." Adam tossed the number to the florist on this kitchen counter and looked at his friend who was leaning next to him, on one arm while picking at his skin, because even though there was nothing wrong with it hearing his friend talk about Echo made him want to claw himself apart.
"Buy her nothing," The anti-gravitational haired boy took the number in his hands, wanting greatly to just rip it up decided to leave a small tear in the corner to satisfy his desire. "Adam, why do you even bother? She doesn't like you."
The taller boy rolled his eyes and took the number from his friend, "Whatever. Don't be jealous it's ugly and unbecoming."
"Okay. I'm out; I have better things to do." The smaller boy spat bitterly, picking up his book bag getting ready to leave.
At the exact moment Derby motioned to open the door his hand was caught by the floppy haired boy. "Please stay," The plea softened the small boy's expression until he heard the rest, "useless as you are I really do need your help. Does Echo even like lilies?"
Derby snapped. "Do you only think of yourself?" The spiky haired boy pulled his hand away aggressively from the other's grasp. "Maybe I think you're cute and funny and maybe I think about kissing you all the time, but what the hell does that matter? You have your precious Echo!" He stopped yelling and opened the door, this time no one stopped him, before leaving he turned to the shocked boy and whispered harshly, "If you need me I'll be at the corner of Don't even bother avenue and Go fuck yourself lane." He slammed the door behind him and began to run, not stopping until he got to a corner store a few blocks away. He leaned against the side of the building to catch his breath while he checked his phone.
*2 missed calls 5 new texts messages*
Derby shook his head, not bothering to check them, and sat on the curb. He pulled his knees to his chest and started to cry. He sat like that for a long time before someone called his name.
"Derby?"