A relatively short oneshot I wrote... well, a long time ago. I recently read it to a friend and decided to post it. I've re-read it a couple of times, and I believe I filtered out most of the spelling and grammatical mistakes there may have been.
Merton Dingle looked up slowly from his history book. He watched Tommy and Lori mouth words to each other and smiling. Merton sighed. The girls in school not interested in Tommy – though few in numbers – thought they made a great couple. Merton disagreed, Lori didn't really care for Tommy in his point of view. She just liked the adventure she'd otherwise never experience, the danger and excitement. And of course the idea of being with a werewolf. She didn't care for Tommy, not enough for the real Tommy, atleast. Not like Merton did. She didn't care for him the way Merton cared for him. Lori just liked excitement. Ofcourse, Merton only became friends with Tommy because he needed help with his lycanthropism. Though as girls and villains came and went, Merton was always there. This immense loyalty, however, seemed to go unnoticed. The second someone new came into the picture, Merton was shoved to second place. A great deal of it might've been jealousy. When you go through life with no friends, it's difficult to share the ones you manage to obtain. Maybe it was more. If Tommy knew how much Merton cared for him, he'd probably ditch him immediately, he concluded. Merton noticed Tommy having stood up and on his way over to him, whom, in a brief moment of panic tore a page out of his notebook.
"Merton, buddy, I can't make it this afternoon. Sorry, man."
"Oh, that's alright. I, uh," he made up a quick lie, "was gonna cancel too. Guild stuff."
"Alright. Later, Merton."
"Later."
The bell; class dismissed. Tommy and Lori sped out of the door first, followed by the rest of the class and eventually the teacher. Merton sighed and threw his crumpled piece of notebook paper on the floor. Trying to hold back tears, he took a few deep breaths and grimly headed for biology.
On the floor of the classroom lay, all alone, one piece of paper. Although you could barely see as they had been crossed out, on the paper had been a collection of little hearts. However just a bunch of random doodles to any other, that sheet of paper was a crystal clear representation of one boy's feelings toward another.
Aw, sad, innit? Right, anyway. Not the best thing I ever wrote. Regardlessly, I hope it amused you, even if only for a moment. I've got another BWOC fic lying around here somewhere, which I might type out eventually. If interested, hang around for it.
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