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A follow up to the story I wrote before with Naser and Anon where they meet up the morning of school the day after.
School the next day:
> I can't stop thinking about him.
> From the moment he left our house, all through the night, and even standing here listening to Naomi
> Naomi, who is usually so bright and cheerful, seems a bit… Distant?
> I'm not sure how to describe it, but she's not as bubbly as she normally is
> Even trying to focus in on what could be wrong, my mind wanders still back over the Anon
> His heat, his touch, his stupid grin, just everything about him
> “Naser?”
> Godzilla just thinking about… What happened…
> “NASER!” I'm brought back to the school around me with a mildly annoyed looking Naomi
> “Naser, are you getting enough rest? You look so tired. You really need to get enough sleep! It's imperative you rest enough to keep up your studies!”
> She's been on me about my “studies” for weeks now, she's sure taken an interest in helping me keep my grades up.
> Not even coach gets on me as much about our classes, and he put in his “B or above” rule last year
> I sigh, the dullness of this morning is really getting to me. The same motions, the same sky, the same empty responses to the girl who never leaves me my side
> My eyes trace over the crowd outside the school, the doors opening soon
> Then I spot him
> The sole skinnie in the history of our schools enrollment
> And it's like color washes over the landscape
> He's still wearing that green jacket, a tight fitting shirt on underneath that…
> Fills out his…
> Chest…
> I blink and regain focus, taking another glance at my scaleless friend
> Friend…
> Are we still only friends after yesterday?
> Anon scans the waves of students himself, eventually waving in our direction and beginning his march to my location
> Wait why is he coming over here
> waitwaitwaitwaitwait
cont.