Louise stared at Anna as they sat on the chairs. It was dark already. The day had finally come to an end. Anna looked at him, "You aren't smoking today?"
"I don't smoke when I'm happy,"
"You are happy?"
"I'm graduating after all,"

Anna nodded her head, "I'll miss you,"
"You should. I'm the only straight guy around you,"
"Forget it, you're a fucking asshole"
Louise laughed and Anna looked at him.

"Can't believe even people like you can laugh,"
Louise stopped laughing and looked at her, "Just because I don't show my emotions, doesn't mean I don't have any,"
"You should show them more often,"
"Yeah, I guess," 

Anna felt Louise's hand on hers, "What are you doing?"
"Showing my emotions," He squeezed her hand, "You should show your emotions too,"
She squeezed his hand, "You know, I wonder what a boy in love feels like? Like do you feel butterflies in your stomach? Do you keep your crush on your mind like us girls do? Does your heart flutter when you think about them?"

"Nah, we men don't do that cringe ass shit,"
"WHAT THE—"
"It's basically like," Louise looked ahead, "We get clumsy before the girl we like. We'd say the weirdest shit to her, always would want to look at their face without her knowing about it. Whenever we'd see a couple, we'd think about her. We love every single detail about her, like her hair, her voice, the way she speaks, the shampoo her hair smells of, everything. It's more like an obsession when a girl really touches us. Just imagine, she can make your heartbeat go up just by calling your name and then our face has that half smile, it's cause we are happy but we don't want to show it,"

"But you never give that half smile,"
"I stopped feeling a long ago," He looked at her.
"Men don't feel!"
"Yeah,"

"Is that what guys like? Not showing what they feel?"
"Yeah, they love acting tough, because they want to be reliable and manly,"

Anna chuckled, 

"I asked Kate the same thing," She said, "About what guys like the most,"
"What did he say?"
Anna pressed Louise's head on her lap, "That boys love cuddling,"
Louise looked ahead with his eyes wide open. She scratched his back with her nails and stroked his hair, "He told me guys have emotional needs, and they love to be treated gently like child. They just pretend they like it rough and tough. Tell me how are you feeling?" She asked.

Louise bit his lips and hid his face on her lap.
"Are you crying?"
"No,"
"But you look like you are,"

"Then stop looking, dumbass,"
"YOU ARE SO RUDE! I'M BEING NICE TO YOU!"
"I never asked you to though,"
"You have the audacity to say that?!"

"And now, we have tonight's most anticipated performance. Chellui  will be giving it's final performance at Kerlin County High" Mrs Fig said. Louise got up and walked away. He went backstage.

"Yo, why is your face so red?" Jerome asked him.
"Is it?" Louise touched his cheeks.
"They turned more red," Malcolm picked up his bass.
"I'm catching a flu,"
"Flu of Anna Roberts~" MJ whistled.
"OOOOHHHHH" Jerome and MJ both shouted.
"Fuck off," Louise went on the stage.

Malcolm laughed, "Louise in love is weird,"
Louise tripped on the wires laid on the floor but somehow balanced himself,
"He's clumsy too, LMAO!"

They all got on the stage. MJ stood at the center mic and looked back at Louise. Louise looked at him.

"Louise, fetch!" MJ dropped the bomb on him and moved away from the mic,
"What the hell? I haven't prepared anything," Louise told him, "You told me nothing about this!"
"Just say whatever comes to your mind,"
"That'll just sound stupid,"
"Sometimes, it's allowed to be stupid,"

Louise walked to the mic. He had never spoken like MJ did in all those four years. He seemed to be facing anxiety, standing up there, "Well, I think...It's the end here. School is over. I waited for this day for so long, but now when it's finally here...I don't want to go. Life has been weird ever since I came here, and yeah, I have changed in these years. Cause I've been through some shit. 

It's that point in life when you have been through so much shit that you have none left to give. Your feelings are no longer relevant, so you start to not express them. People soon start to believe you have none at all, but the truth is, you are feeling a lot more than they think, you will just never show them. 

Because you are at this point, you notice how many feelings people have. When listening to your friends and family talk about their feelings, and you have yours locked away. I am at that point in life, but I believe I'm far beyond it. I have started to feel nothing. No sadness, happiness and sometimes not even pain. I want to tell people how I feel, but don't know who to trust. Therefore, I don't. Well, but now I want to. Let your feelings known, it makes you feel so much better than hiding them away. People will listen. Just don't get lost in a world to stand out, or a world to fit in. You are who you are, and where you are is exactly where you need to be."

Louise took a step back from the mic and everyone clapped. Louise walked back to his drums and MJ took over the mic.

"This one's called Stand Out Fit in! Give it up!" He shouted and everyone screamed.

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"Jaden," MJ looked at Jaden.
"Yeah?" Jaden said.
"Your gift. Remember when I said I'd give you the best gift of your life if you confess?" MJ said.
"What is it?" Jaden asked, excitedly. MJ took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Jaden. It was a picture of a Scottish couple.

"They are?" Jaden looked at the photo.
"Your biological parents. They died in a car accident fifteen years ago,"
"Where did you get it from?" Jaden asked.
"I have my sources," MJ said.

"THANK YOU SO MUCH! MAY GOD BLESS YOU!" Jaden bowed and ran away.
MJ sat on a chair and watched people dance before him. He looked into his phone.
"Alone again?"
He turned and saw Malcolm.
"You are alone too,"
"I want to be alone," Malcolm sat beside him.

"...Don't tell you're asexual now,"
"Why are you worried?"
"Bruh, you're missing out,"
"Back to you. I thought you'd pick up some chick today too?"
"Nah, I ain't got that time. Dad will be here soon,"

"You're gonna go already?"
"Yeah," MJ smiled.
Malcolm pressed his head, "You'll come back, right?"
"Of course! It's not so easy to get rid of me! I'll miss making videos of Louise beating up people."

"That's just a normal thing now,"
"And why are you always wearing those lenses?" MJ pointed at Malcolm's neon eyes.

"It's a part of the fashion. They are matching my boots, see? Plus, there's nothing good about brown eyes,"
MJ laughed, "Fucking idiot," He pressed his forehead on his and removed the lenses, "Brown eyes are magic under sunlight,"
Malcolm looked into his green eyes.

They heard a camera snap. MJ quickly moved away from Malcolm and looked at Ralf.
"WHAT THE—RALF?!"

"Hmm, I could get used to this. Ruining people's day is actually fun. And so is cock blocking," Nicely learnt, Ralf.
"Wow, this looks so gay!" Harry laughed.
"Stop it, Malcolm is a homie! It's disgusting,"

Malcolm laughed.
"HEY RALF! GIVE IT HERE!"
"BRANDON!"
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
Everyone shouted and laughed. 

Malcolm turned towards the chair and MJ had disappeared. Instead, a scarp book was kept on the chair with a note.
"I loved every moment with you and I will never forget any of you,"

"MJ left," Malcolm said.
"What does that mean?"
"HEY! WHERE IS MJ?"
"He left for England," 

They opened the thick scrap book which had pictures of everyone. Meanwhile, Anna walked towards the stage and sat before the stage. Teresa switched on her camera at the stage, it was the last song of the day. Anna pressed her fingers on the piano keys,

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MJ had captured everything on paper.

Brandon applying lip balm on Kate's lips.

Harry and Brandon laying on the terrace with juice boxes beside them and plastic straws in their mouths.

Jaden picking up Kate to help him with the bars.

The cat scratching Mr Dickson's face.

Brandon with his chainsaw running after Jaden.

Kate and Harry cleaning up the toilets while Jerome stood in a corner, grabbing his butt.

Kate and Malcolm sitting on the stairs.

Kate polishing his bass skills.

Louise licking his blood from his lips.

The trashed kitchen with Jaden lying on the floor.

All the boys playing baseball.

Brandon, Kate and Weaste sleeping together.

Anna, Bob Joe and Louise fighting each other.

Zalia punching Louise's head.

The boys in the snow, being chased by a bear with Brandon reading a book.

Ralf and Kate with his brasserie in his hands, near the bushes.

Anna licking Louise's statue.

Brandon and Harry dressed up as girls.

Kate roaming on the beach with Brandon, his blonde pubic hair glowing on his stomach.

Nova about to kiss Chelsea.

The policemen eating a pizza.

Malcolm and MJ click a selfie where MJ is pouting and Malcolm is disgusted.

We were just having fun
We never realized that we were making memories. There were just so many pictures. And the last page had no pictures but instead a letter glued to it.

MJ looked outside the plane's window, looked down at the glittering Los Angeles.

"When we die, it's not the things we did that we regret the most, it's the things we didn't do. If you're 15, 19, 22, 25, remember a time when how old you are now seemed so far away? You don't have anymore time to waste. No one remember the nights they got plenty of sleep. Go out and do something fun! The perfect moment will never come. You'll just continue to get older and look back wishing you had participated in more things in school, wishing you had talked to that cute guy or girl,  wishing you had told your parents you love them more. 

In the end, it's not about which school you went to, which car you drove, how many followers you had, or any of that. It's about the memories you made, and the love you had for the people you made them with. Go out, have fun, chase your dreams, make memories,, and most importantly, spend time with those you love.

Cause you can never be sure if they'll be there with you tomorrow." That's what the letter read.

When they closed the book, they looked at its cover page, which read in a bold pink glitter,
"All I Want is you baby!"

MJ was sitting in the plane, looking down at glowing California, the city he spent the happiest years of his life, wondering what the future held when suddenly, a hoard of terrorists emerged out of the bathroom, "SIT THE FUCK DOWN, Y'ALL! THIS PLANE IS HIJACKED!"

MJ shook his head, "Ah yes, me and my peaceful life,"

The End