Yeeeah, my phone is absolute shit. Doesn't let me do anything but fuck it! I don't have many messages to answer to anyway!
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I pick up my phone.

"Hey Ky," I say.

"Hi Nic. So, I just, i was gonna ask when you're ready," he says.

"Oh shit! The years starting thing is today? Um... five minutes? I forgot and started watching this anime just randomly," I say.

"Dude, did you think we were coming at ten?" Kyle asks, laughing.

I look at the clock to see it at about 7:46.

"Oh shit, I have not slept tonight," I say, with a laugh.

I put it on speaker and put my hair up on a ponytail.

"So. I heard that you have been down a lot lately-," Kyle says.

"I'd rather not talk about it," I say.

I take off my pj's.

"That's fine. But Nic, I'm here for you, I promise," Kyle says.

I open the closet.

"You tell me yours, I tell you mine," I say.

I put my trusty sport bra on.

"It... doesn't work like that," Kyle says.

"Why would I tell you if you don't tell me?" I ask.

I put the shirt over my head, putting my hair on the ponytail again.

"I-I mean-," Kyle starts.

"Dude! I swear! You don't have to tell me anything," I say.

I hop into my jeans before putting my necklace on.

"So we meeting at school or-?" I ask.

"Dude, way ahead of you," Kyle says.

"That means?" I ask.

I get my bag before grabbing my phone and running to the door to put on my shoes.

"Open the door," Kyle says.

"Dude you didn't-," I say.

I get my second shoe on and open the door. Kyle's leaning against my homes wall, casually.

"Could you look any gayer?" I ask, nodding to his painted nails.

"Yes I can, nice shirt by the way," he says.

"So... any news?" I ask.

He starts walking, leaving me to follow behind his tall ass form.

"News?" Kyle asks.

"You know what I mean. Is Style happening?" I ask.

"No! He's my best friend," Kyle says.

"Thank God, I don't ship it," I say.

"Isn't shipping real people sort of weird? Like, shipping real people! Doesn't it seem sort of weird to you?" He asks.

"Shut up, you ship me with Bebe and Wendy," I say.

"I just think you'd be awesome together, I would never call myself a shipper or call it a ship of mine. Unlike Victuuri or something behind a screen, I would feel incredibly awkward with shipping people I know. It's just sort of like something I would never ever want to do. You know the Asian girls kind of shipping. It's more than thinking two people would look like a good pair at this point. It has become more and more messed up and honestly violent, the relationships people want and how people treat someone that doesn't agree with their option. Lots of people prefer, especially in media, a very terrible and abusive situation to a healthy relationship. And lots of other things are to be considered while talking about shipping in general. Tweek and Craig got together because of the pressure and I honestly don't think they ever were happy. Sure, they're gay or bi or whatever but that just further says it. Shipping is two people that would 'look' cute together and going to extreme measures to make it a reality. I personally don't mind being shipped but some people do," he says.

"I'm totally on the side of Stylenny but K2 is fine. But my shipping isn't extreme or about filling a hole in my soul. It's about who would make my friends happy rather than what looks hot or seems cute. That's why I prefer K2 to Stylenny at the moment, because I know he'd make you happy and that's all I care about. I don't care who I'd personally choose if I was you, I don't care who I think you'd be most likely be in a relationship that suits me with. My shipping is all about the other people and if they choose someone else, I don't give a fuck. Because I honestly think that your happiness is more important than what I would do," I say.

"That's the shipping I like. By the way, I'm a little out of the loop here. K2? Like me and Kenny?" He asks.

I nod and he blushes.

"Does my gay child have a little crush on a proud pan?" I ask.

"N-no! And if I did, I would have mental health to worry about. Mine and a couple of others," Kyle says, looking down.

"Kyle. I didn't mean it as a bad thing. I just said something, you know I say stupid things," I say.

"I do. And I'm not really blaming you for anything at all, just... I've been on edge lately and having a fucking crush on top of everything is just painful. I swear, life is so much easier if you're a straight person that isn't trying out for impossible scholarships and is physically and mentally healthy," Kyle says.

"Kyle... what- what do you mean by that?" I ask.

"Remember the times I've been joking about being physically unable to do something, especially in social situations?" Kyle asks.

I nod, looking at him.

"It's not exactly a joke. Last couple of days have been... less than ideal," Kyle says.

"I'm listening," I say.

He sighs.

"You don't have to. It can be summed up as, everything is getting to me and I'm being a fucking annoying little shit who complains while knowing that people are not as self pitying as me have it a lot worse," Kyle says.

"How bad a situation is can't be really put on a scale... everyone has a very personal experience with their time on earth. But two wise men ones said, don't take everything seriously," I say, smiling at him.