《Speaking of Rainbows...(Boyxboy)》Freindship And Relatonship?
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I smiled at him as we walked together to school that day.
His hand in mine...I didn't question it. Why would I?
Risk losing my only friend!? No thank you!
If we are friends that is...
I shook the thought from my head. As Vixon tugged me towards the gates.
"Wow! This is the...biggest school I've ever seen!" he shrieked.
I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior. He was to say the least as excited as a kid in Disney land.
He pointed to everything and nothing really.
He even pointed to a tree, complementing it!
"Omg! This is the biggest, prettiest, oldest tree I've ever saw!" He squealed, earning us several weird looks.
I rolled my eyes and lead him off where he complemented a rock.
Wow, he sure was weird, is what I concluded.
But hey, friends are friends!
Even if they hold your hand and like to hug you a lot. Even if they complement the stupidest things. Even if they made you feel weird inside.
That's what he did.
I liked it maybe a little too much.
"Hey! LOOK!" Vixon yelled to me waving, a piece of paper.
I smiled and ran towards him.
"Look we have all our classes together! Isn't that great!" He cheered holding me hand in his.
I smiled in excitement and shook my head 'yes' in reply.
H e smiled "WE can hang out every day and every hour! OMG! WE CAN BE LIKE PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY!" he squealed.
Passer by's looking at his weirdly, I on the other hand laughing hysterically.
He looked at me smileing wide,like always.
His dimples showing slightly and eyes sparkleing.
"He may be an Idiot...but he's mine at least..." I thought watching him twirling acting like a plane.
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"Come on lets go!" he said scoping me up and on his back.
My eyes widened as I tightly griped his shirt, laughing.
"Vrooooom!Vrooom! Wooosh!" he laughed all the way untill we made it to class.
Me and him walking in... hand in hand.
Immediately whispers and gossip could be heard in the making.
Neither of us caring just walking and taking a seat in the back waiting as the bell rung and atendance began.
"Jeff?"
"HERE!"
"Mary?"
"PRESENT!"
"Rain?"
Silence rang out like always.
I was about to clear my throat until Vixon replied for me.
"He's Here!" he said rubbing my hand as if to ensure himself I was.
The teacher's eyes widend in surprise as he looked to Vixon,then me.
"Uh...who are you?" he questioned.
Vixon smiled and stood up.
"I am the magnificent Vixon Deltawood!" he sang,throwing his hands in the air for effect. "And this..." he pointed to me..."is the amazing Rain! My B.F.F.L!" he smiled turning to me,and winked?
I heard the class snicker and whisper.
I felt my face heat up.
'I can't believe him...'
The teacher stared at him. Confusion lacing his gaze along with irritation and surprise.
"Umm...ok, now sit down please." the teacher stated walking back to the board and resuming class.
I felt someone tap me from behind and turned.
Mary Steel smiled at me.
"Can I ask you something?" she whispered.
I tilted my head. Deciding to let her speak.
She smiled and but her lip.
"Umm...is he your..." she looked both ways and turned to me "Boyfriend?"
I felt my face heat. And made a choking noise.
Vixon turned to me,worry in writen on his face.
"Are you okay?" Vixon questioned squeezing my hand tightly.
I blushed,hearing Mary 'aww'.
I shook my head 'yeas' and returned my attention to the teacher.
Wondering all the while,what we were.
Is what we have a friendship or relationship?
His hand in mine,making me question everything.
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