A/N: Thank you, everyone, for the reviews! They make me happy inside. You keep reviewing, I'll keep writing. Deal?
Sry, I'm watching 'Deal or No Deal'. I'll change to 'Sister, Sister'. Probably safer.
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It had been one hour and 38 minutes since Chad had kissed Ryan, and the world hadn't ended. Yet. Chad was still completely expecting the autistic child to look up from the snow globe and that would be it.
You are one strange cookie.
It's happened before!
I suppose so. I actually went to that hospital once. Here's a tip: Get insurance.
…I'm not even going to try to figure out how that works.
Chad was now in Pre-Calc, with none other than Josie, who was thankfully too busy arguing with the teacher about how many people Stalin killed to stare at Chad creepily. He didn't exactly know how they'd gotten from binomial theorem to Russian dictators, and he was a little too frightened of the whole situation to find out.
"The general consensus is 20 million!" Ms. Goodman yelled. Chad couldn't blame her for resorting to raising her voice. He'd have backhanded that Josie bitch by now.
"The general consensus in Germany was the Jews are evil, doesn't mean it's true! There's strong evidence that suggests it's more like 40 to 60 million! What about the Ukraine famine?"
"They ran out of food! He didn't cause that!"
"He cut off their food supply!"
"How can you prove that?"
Chad sighed.
I seriously could not care less.
I hear ya.
Chad's thoughts slowly began to return to Ryan.
I think we all saw that one coming over the horizon.
Hey, you're my thoughts, too. You contribute.
…touché.
With that out of the way, Chad daydreamed about the kiss. Er, kisses. It may not have been as good as he remembered it…but it totally was. And Ryan felt the same way! Chad refrained from flailing with happiness, though it was rather difficult.
Come on. No one will notice.
You can't peer pressure! You're me! Not my peer!
You can't be your own peer?
No…right?
Why you ask me, foo?
You can't be Mr. T either!
You're no fun.
Thankfully, (oh, so thankfully) the bell rang, so Chad didn't have to think anymore. Thinking never turned out well for him, but he couldn't seem to stop. It was a real predicament.
Chad saw Troy leaning against a locker, maintaining his cool rep.
"Hey dude." Troy said.
"Hey."
"'Sup?"
"Not much. You?"
"Not much."
Silence. That was how the bulk of their conversations went.
Chad glanced to his right, and was pretty much horrified to see Ryan approaching.
"Hey, Troy," Ryan said.
"Hey," Troy uninterestedly said.
"Hey Chad," Ryan said, with a little more warmth.
Fuck! What should I do?
Why you ask me, foo?
I said no more Mr. T! Help me!
I don't know! Just be quiet, I guess!
Oh, like that's gonna work.
Any better ideas?
…fine.
"Chad? Chad? Hello, Chad? Earth to Chad?" Ryan waved in the aforementioned face.
Chad remained stoic. Ryan sighed.
"See you later, Troy."
Troy didn't respond, as he was staring at something shiny.
"Bye, Chad." Ryan spat, walking off.
Chad sighed.