This song is just.... me sometimes. And other times I would fucking do anything to have someone to hold and comfort and kiss and fight with and to make up with. (Songfic by the way)
Warnings: Cursing and sort of shitty.
Age: 15.
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Kyle's POV.

Crush culture..... that's what is called I guess. Stan's into it, Kenny's into it, everyone is into it and i just ARG.

"My god don't look at your phone," I say.

I hit my head on the desk.

"No one's gonna call you! Quit checking your volume!" I yell.

Everyone seems to look at me. Fuck the whole idea of a crush. I don't care if I'm forever alone!

"Hey Ky."

I shake my head at the way this situation looks. She's leaning forward, giving every hint ever.

"I'm not falling for you," I say.

There is laughter around.

"I told you he likes me."

"No! I like nobody. Guess why!" I say.

I get up.

"Cause this baby is loveproof!" I yell.

"You've liked so many people you're not—."

"I don't care what you're saying,
I don't wanna participate in your game of manipulation," I say.

It's as if everyone softened.

"Is this about your shitty lucky with girls? I'm sorry! You shouldn't have a crush on bad people but there are good people here. I'm sorry so many girls failed—"

"And no I don't want your sympathy," I say.

I get up, looking around at the happy couples.

"FUCK!" I yell.

There is a look of worried looks.

"All this love is suffocating!" I screech.

"Dude, sit down," Stan says.

He's looking happy with Wendy until she dumps him again, Kenny is going out with Rebecca. Let's see if that last.

"Just let me be sad and lonely!" I yell at him.

His eyes go wide.

"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP," I say.

"What did I do—?"

I actually scream.

"Stop talking about how happy you are cause that's basically it! You are not going to stay happy and then I'm going to be picking you up again. Don't talk about your happiness about your crush with the fucking person that will pick you up later because I can't understand this culture!" I say.

"Why?"

"This all makes me wanna spill my guts out!" I say.

"What is it?"

"I'm ace! I can't understand this sexually frustrated environment!" I yell.

I look around.

"And just wanted to say that I know this is the environment! An environment my 'alien' brain can't get the idea of!"

"Kyle..."

"I can't understand what this is! I know some of the people are trying to do! I know you're doing that thing where you are tryna get me to pursue ya. But I can't wrap my head around why crush culture exists and the whole culture just... makes me wanna spill my guts out," I say.

"I mean I spill my guts out to try to understand this culture too."

I look around.

"I spill my guts out every day but especially on Valentine's Day."

I nod.

"Oh no, don't look in their eyes...
'Cause that's how they get you!
Kiss you then forget you," I say.

There is an uproar of people that start defending themselves.

"It's fucking true! Don't even try that!" I yell.

"Having a crush is just healthy."

"All they feed in you is beautiful lies!" I say.

I stand up more.

"It's a fucking money grab! Don't you see it? This day has nothing to do with anything! Finland calls it Friends day! Why are we so uncultured and keep taking this day as romance like some fucking devils! Y'all would sell your souls for this day to be perfect and it's not goddamn healthy!" I say.

"So I advice that y'all hide in the bathroom...'Til they find someone else new! This fucking culture is idiotic! Nobody finds love this way, this is frustration turned up to max!" I say.

"I don't care what you're saying," I say as the girls start pointing at me, some of them saying that I just have to try to feel this culture.

"I don't wanna participate in your game of manipulation!" I screech. Oh fuck that, I've had a fucking crush in my life, that isn't what I need. You all need to turn this manipulating.

They all look sympathetic again.

"And no I don't want your sympathy, all this love is suffocating," I say.

"Just let me be sad and lonely," the same girl yells.

Now I catch it, Emily.

"Cause crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out," I say.

Emily smiles.

"I know what you're doing, tryna get me to pursue ya," she says.

I nod, smiling at her. She smiles back.

"Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out too," Jenny says.

"Yeah it makes me spill my guts out too," Lola says.

"Yeah, it makes me do that too, if that wasn't clear. Crush culture makes me spill my guts out," I say.

Lesbians aren't traditional crush culture. Nor are gays.

"Shut your damn mouth! You're talking too loud," Craig yells at someone.

"And no one cares if you two made out," I say, nodding toward two people in particular who have been yelling about it for the whole day.

"I'm sick of the kissing cult," Emily yells.

"Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out! I know what you're doing, tryna get me to pursue ya," I say.

"Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out," Emily says.

" I already spill my guts out because of it," Craig says.

"I think both of us do that because I too spill my guts out," Tweek says

"Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out," Nichole, even while straight, agrees.

"I know what you're doing, tryna get me to pursue ya," Tweek says.

"Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out," I say.

"I might wanna spill my guts out at this shit too," Kenny says.

"Spill my guts out doesn't work for me but I hate it now," Stan says.

"Let's just all find love and not be pressured by this day."