Note Passing: The Sequel!

First I want to tell you all to please read my other story, "Note passing", the original one. This is the sequel. It's not completely necessary to read that other one, but it will probably make things a little easier to understand. Also, this story is MUCH FUNNIER, I can almost guarantee. And by the way, I have nothing against gays. This story is a little bit confusing at some parts, so to make everything clear, The notes that Edward wrote are in italics, The notes Tyler is writing are bold, regular type is what Edward is narrating, and underlined parts are what is going through Tyler's mind. Enjoy!

Edward's POV

Make sure that those of you that hate authors notes still just read that one little sentence underlined in the authors note!

Sorry, back to the story.

I walked into history class and took my seat next to Tyler Crowley, not acknowledging his presence. I blocked his thoughts –though I doubted he had any –

so I could pay attention to the front of the room. I looked up to see Mr. Winfield (A/N yes I know that isn't the teachers name just go along with it though…) distracted as he waited for the bell to ring. I sorted through his thoughts.

In Mr. Winfield's mind:

I wonder When eHarmony will give me my matches. I mean, I got an account almost 7 weeks ago, and still I have no one that has an interest in me! Maybe it's a computer glitch?

I smiled to myself. I didn't need to read his mind to know that he probably is at least 56 years old, a virgin, has 9 cats, and doesn't know what a cell phone is. Ask anyone. The bell finally rang.

"Okay class, we are going to be learning…" I drifted off into my thoughts when I saw a dark hand holding a folded sheet of paper reach on to my desk. I stared at the hand, and then found the source. Tyler. How did I not see this coming? I looked back at the hand, then Tyler. When he caught my eye, he winked. I shuddered slightly and picked up the note.

Hey, Edward.

I looked up at him. He stared back expectantly.

Tyler, why are you talking to me?

Do you like it? Do you like me talking to you?

I glanced over at him. He moved up his eyebrows suggestively.

Honestly? No. It actually creeps me out. A lot.

So anyways, what's up?

What the hell do you want, Tyler?

Just wanna talk…

I tried to peek into his mind. Nothing. It was blank, as if he wasn't thinking… oh. That makes sense now.

What do you want, Crowley?

Just wanna ask if you wanna go to the movies, then we can head back to my place…

Was he serious?

Tyler, are you asking me out?

In Tyler's mind-

Hell yeah! That's gotta be a yes then!

I guess I am… so is it a yes? Will you go with me?

I looked over at him. His face brightened. He's got to be kidding me… I shook my head to myself and hunched over the desk to finish writing the note.

Tyler, there are many, many reasons why I won't go out with you. I am just going to tell you two though. First, you know I am going out with Bella, right?

Bella doesn't have to know…

I looked over at him. He winked at me again. Oh dear god…

The other reason I'll tell you is I am not gay.

Wait… Then I realized something. I quickly gave him another note.

Tyler, are you gay?

In Tyler's mind:

Yes!

No.

You just keep telling yourself that, Tyler…

So will you go out with me?

Great. So apparently not-gay Tyler just asked me out. Just, perfect.

No, Tyler. I refuse to go out with you.

You sure?

I sighed.

Completely sure.

Dammit… How about Jasper or Emmett? Are they single?

Okay, I've had enough. This is just too disturbing. Lucky for me, the teacher chose this time to take the note.

"Passing notes are we, Mr. Crowley, Mr. Cullen?" Mr. Winfield questioned. He took the note from my hand. "This means that I get to read the note to the class, unless you would like me to choose someone ELSE to read it?" Tyler shook his head nervously.

"Good then. I think that I'LL read it." He cleared his throat.

"Hey, Edward. Tyler, why are you talking to me? Do you like it? Do you like me talking to you? Honestly? No. It actually creeps me out. A lot." The class giggled to themselves.

"So anyways, what's up? What the hell do you want, Tyler? Just wanna talk… What do you want, Crowley? Just wanna ask if you wanna go the movies, then we can head back to my place…" The class looked disgusted and curious. Tyler just glanced around nervously.

"Tyler, are you asking me out? I guess I am… so is that a yes? Will you go with me?" Everyone started talking at once, making the room echo louder and louder.

"Tyler, there are many, many reasons why I won't go out with you. I am just going to tell you two though. First, you know I am going out with Bella, right? Bella doesn't have to know…" This is when Jessica took the chance to call out to him, "Hey Tyler, are you gay?"

In Tyler's mind:

It's about time I come out of the closet, I guess. Well, here goes nothing!

Tyler jumped on the desk. "May I have your attention, everyone?" he yelled. I scanned through the minds of the students in the room.

What the hell is he doing?

What is wrong with Tyler?

He's crazy…

Oh my Mexican Jesus! I just remembered that I need to tell Raul about that unicorn I found at Candy Mountain! (A/N sorry, I just couldn't resist. oh, and I have nothing against Mexicans, my friend just uses that line a lot. Carry on.)

Other than that last thought, the rest were pretty much the same. All questioning Tyler's sanity.

"I have a confession to make to you all. I've been putting this off for a while now, mostly because I have had trouble admitting this to myself. But I need to come out of the closet. I AM GAY!! PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD! Tell everyone you know that I, Tyler Crowley, am gay! Thank you." He climbed off the desk. Everyone started laughing, some even falling out of their chairs. The bell finally rang. It was going to be a long day…

So that was the first chapter to the sequel, hopefully you all liked it better than the original. Let me explain something before i get hate mail- I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST GAYS OR MEXICANS. I didn't mean the gays thing in a bad way, I just put it like this to be funny. and also, I'm not racist. my friend uses that line up there a lot, and i just couldn't resist putting it in the story. So, anyway, now that thats over, please review! everything helps, even flames because they help me burn jacob in the hell he belongs in. Next chapter is gonna be Bella and Mike. Thanks for reading!
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