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    [align=center][font=times new roman][color=white]Bedisa tapped her fingers as she picked up her Smart Phone, she was trying to contact her friend (and crush) Miguel. She had gotten on facebook early this morning and saw a post that he was confessing today to Amelia Jones. She was a little worried, with the personality clash, and decided to check up on him. Not only after that did he change his status from 'single' to 'it's complicated'. Ugh, and to think the best thing she could do was invite him over for coffee... Was that bad? Eh.

    Miguel laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. What had just happened a few minutes ago was devastating...


    *flashback*
    "Miguel...listen...I'm really sorry...but I don't like you like that...but you're a great friend...lets stay friends, okay...?"
    Stab. Stab. Stab. Each word was a stab to Miguel's heart, and now he was bleeding out.
    "Okay, I-I understand."
    "Oh good, I'm glad!"
    "I love gotta get going now, Amelia. Bye."
    Miguel began walking away from her down the busy street, about to cry. As soon as he was out of sight, he began running away, crying uncontrollably. He ran past everyone on the street, causing people to turn and look at the boy dashing down the sidewalk, tears streaming down his face. It was over. She didn't like him. Case closed. Miguel turned the corner and entered his apartment building. He raced up the stairs. Why? She was so perfect, and he was just him. Period. He reached his apartment door. He never had a chance. Miguel unlocked the door. It was stupid to hope. He ran inside, slammed the door, and collapsed on his bed, his small body throbbing with sobs. He stayed like this for a few minutes, and then messed around on Facebook.


    And here he was now.

    [align=center][font=times new roman][color=white][ xD ]


    Bedisa pouts as the call drops, maybe he wasn't home? Or maybe she was calling a little too early. She shrugged it off and decided she would call him again when she finished her breakfast. She was one of those friends, the ones who worry about you because they can read you like an open book. She understood how Miguel must have been feeling. She had recently, erm, been rejected openly by Kiku. She tried hugging him, and he shoved her off and friend zoned her. Worst way to do it. She strolled into her kitchen humming a Boys Like Girls song, and finishes off her Nutella toast. She picks up her phone again and calls him.

    [size=15pt]a l f r e d s a y s ~[/size]


    Miguel's phone rang again. He waited until he almost missed it to compose himself and then picked up the phone, he was going to have to do some great acting here. "Hello?" He said, sounding perfectly fine, like nothing was wrong, though it hurt to keep all his feelings bottled up for this.

    [align=center][font=times new roman][color=white]"Miguel? It's me, Bedisa." she says, putting one hand on her hips. She was ready to hear some fake stuff, a few "I'm fine's" and a couple of sniffles. Bedisa lets out a sigh. She was perfectly fine dealing with it for herself, but if she messed this up he might not be her friend anymore.

    [size=15pt]a l f r e d s a y s ~[/size]


    "I know, Bedisa, I have caller ID, this isn't the Stone Age..." He said laughing. "So what's up? How are you?" Please, someone give this young man an award, like an Oscar or whatever you get for being a good actor.


    ((Is this human AU? I need to know for like context and stuff.))

    [align=center][font=times new roman][color=white][ Yes. I was thinking that they were 5th grade besties or something like that. o3o Bedisa would be the tomboyish best friend he likes, Amelia would be the sweet and cute girl he liked from 5th grade forward. o3o ]


    "Just making sure, silly. Well, I heard you confessed. How are you feeling?" she asked, hoping that he didn't think she was implying that he was rejected, rather that she knew. She leans against her phone with her ear and shoulder to wash her dishes and multi-task, something she excelled with.

    ((Aw~ ok X3))


    "I'm fine. It was ok. She said no, but it's not like I really expected...a-anything...um..." He quickly changed the subject. "So how did it go with Kiku? Are you alright?" He stood up and walked over to the window and opened it, and a little brown pile of fur hopped up onto the window sill. Miguel gave the cat a little pat on his head and gazed through the window screen.

    [align=center][font=times new roman][color=white]"Y-yeah, I found out he could be a little... rude, despite his poriteness." she mimicked his accent to make herself feel better, smiling. Looks like we're in the same boat, right? Bedisa thought, running warm water over a plate. "Look, I know we're both feeling pretty bad, so you wanna come over for coffee? Like our own little pity party."

    "Ok, a pity party sounds nice!" Miguel's cat jumped on a pile of books, knocking them all to the floor. There was a photo album that opened, and when Miguel saw the first picture in it he burst into laughter over the phone. "Bedside you won't even believe what I just found!" It was a class picture from 5th grade, and Miguel looked like he was 7 years old. Bedisa was in it too, but she didn't look quite as small as Miguel, and there were some other people Miguel remembered, like that fancy guy, Arthur, and that Italian kid who looked like he blinked in the picture. Memories...

    [align=center][font=times new roman][color=white]"What?!" she demanded, placing the plate into the dish washer. Finished, she slammed the dish washer close. (close or closed?) Bedisa decided she should probably change out of her pajamas if Miguel was coming over, a night gown wasn't exactly appropriate for a male friend. She walks out of her kitchen and into her room to wait for Miguel's response.



    [ xDDD ]

    "It's this old class picture from 5th grade and we all look like a bunch of derps. Especially me, but I was a cute little derp, so it's ok." He told her. "I'll bring the picture over, it's worth seeing."

    [align=center][font=times new roman][color=white]"Oh my god, I need to see it! I bet I was pretty cute back then." she said, ignoring his own comment. "Well duh it is, I'M in it. Back then was the times where my main goal was to make my parents suffer as much as possible." Bedisa puts him on speaker and lays the phone down on her desk to change. She gets out of her night gown to put on a pair of leggings and a casual blouse.

    "You sound like you were a real nice kid." Miguel joked. "Anyway, I'll be over there soon, I'm leaving now." He said, taking the picture with him, grabbing his jacket and locking the door behind him.

    [align=center][font=times new roman][color=white]"You know it! Alright, I'll see you later." she said, hanging up. She was dressed now, maybe she should brush her hair? It looked like a rat's nest. That's the curse of curly hair... Bedisa thought to herself, walking into her bathroom. [Which was connected to her bed room, duh] She picks up her brush and takes about 20 minutes to get the knots out of her hair.

    Miguel made it to Bedisa's in TWENTY-TWO minutes, because she was just that lucky that Miguel had short legs and took little steps. He knocked on the door and waited.

    [align=center][font=times new roman][color=white]Bedisa threw her hair brush at her mirror in surprise, flinching afterwards. Damn, he had scared her! Bedisa rushes out of her room to open the door, glad the coffee was still warm in the pot. She opens it and smiles at Miguel. "Hey,"

    "Hello, young lady." He said, winking. "Would you be interested in buying some...chocolate?" He tried not to laugh at his own joke too much as to ruin it.