I'm trying to gently tell two people I'm not in love with either of them but I don't know how to do that. Also, does it mean I'm a lesbian if guys make me really queasy? That's more of a rhetorical question. It's late.
Sometimes, when the classes were just too easy at high school (which was most of the time, because Malcolm considered himself to be above everything that happened in 11th grade), Malcolm would daydream. In his daydreams, rather abstract ones, he thought, Reese would bust open the classroom door after repeatedly beating it with his fists, over and over and over again, in that special Reese way, come in, and carry Malcolm out, bridal style. Malcolm thought it was an interesting change of pace from physics or history or whatever class he was supposed to be in, and regardless of the class, in his daydreams, Reese was always there.
Legit I kind of want a part 2 to this now? Or at least something decently written.