The next two classes aren't to busy since the year is almost over, so I just write during them. My feelings go numb, and I don't feel the itching anymore. As my third class ends and I head to lunch. Probably the highlight of my day, because there, I get to see my real family.

Morgan and Whitney sit with me. My best friends, and, to me, sisters. The closest thing I have to a real family who actually supports me. My parents hate my writing, and my brother does his own thing. Basically, a whole lot of nothing. I tend to stick to myself at home. Usually sneaking off uphill and around the corner to write out of sight and out of mind.

"Hey guys," I smile as they sit down.

"Hey Richard," Whitney, a short, big-boned girl with glasses and short brown hair. She's a bit of the religious type, but not to the point she's one of those nut cases. You know, those who join crazed groups like "Christian Moms against (something cool here)". Although I'm pretty sure most of those are fake, I digress. I think there's a couple of real ones out there.

Anyways, despite the whole "no sex until marriage" thing she's chosen to go with, she gets into more romantic drama than any one person ought...

Like she's in right now.

"How's things with your boyfriend?" I ask.

"Great," she smiles, "except for..."

"That kid with a crush on you?" I sigh, "right?"

"Yeah," he explains, "I'm kinda stuck in a love triangle."

"I'd love to help," I sigh, "but I'm totally the wrong guy to ask here. Look, you and your current boyfriend are perfect of each other. Just stick with that."

"But I don't wanna hurt the other guy's feelings!"

"Who cares? What about you? Take it from me, if you find love, you should take it, because lucky you, you found your soul mate in high school... if such a thing even exists."

"I know... so, still no luck on the dating scene?"

"Nope. I just don't get it. I'm nice, and respectful. I mean, I'm not obligated to anything for that that's for damn sure, but I keep wondering if I'm doing something wrong. Maybe coming on to strong or something. Like, sure, if someone rejects me, never bring it up again and just be freinds, but I can't help but feel I'm doing something wrong. Is it my weight? Should I just skip lunch?"

"Don't skip lunch," Morgan, a short girl with glasses, long brown hair, fair skin like me and Whiteny, sighs, "you're not fat dude. Losing any more weight would be dangerous. You need to gain weight."

"And become fat like my brother?" I retort, "never!"

"Your brother isn't fat," Whitney sighs, "I'm fat."

"No you're not," I lie. She's not dangerously fat, but she is on the larger side of the spectrum.

"Dude," Morgan looks at me with concern, "this is getting serious. You can't keep trying to lose weight like this. This is getting out of control. Like, for real man."

"Well what else could it be?" I demand.

"You do have an intense personality," Whitney reminds.

"Well you're not wrong," I shrug, "I do tend to be energetic, but that's just how I am. I mean are you really gonna tell me to not be myself?"

"I don't know," Whitney sighs, "and Morgan's aromantic so she can't help either."

"Even she has a platonic relationship," I explain, "which is basically as close to romance as an aromantic person can get!"

"I haven't asked her to be my platonic partner," Morgan admits, "I mean, it's just like, holding hands and stuff anyways. It's no biggie."

"So why don't you ask?" I inquire, "Whitney has her soul mate dead on, and I think your friend could be yours. I mean, you call her 'bae' and she's also aromantic. You two hang out all the time, and have gone on an official platonic date before. Why don't you just make it official?"

"I don't know," Morgan admits, "I'm to nervous."

"Do it," I playfully smile as Morgan gets a text from the girl.

"No," she chuckles, "I don't wanna."

I look over her shoulder and explain, "you are literally sending each other heart drawings. Let me do it!"

"No!" Morgan laughs as I, half-joking half-serious go for her phone. She moves it out of my reach and I decide not to press any more.

However, this makes me feel more insecure about my situation. The aromantic chick, aka, my sister, is basically in a relationship, and I'm still alone. How can I have so many friends, and not one girl have a crush on me?

Is it my weight? Must be my weight. Morgan's short and thin, but I'm taller and fatter than her, so maybe people think I'm fat by comparison since we tend to hang out a lot?

I do have other friends I hang out with, but they're not my sisters. They're not quite family. I don't have romantic interests in either of my sisters, which is good, because they're like family and that would make it weird. They're just friends of mine.

For some reason, people ship me with Whitney. Yes we're so popular people ship us. Don't ask me why. Me I have my stories, which aren't even that good. Whitney... I'm not sure what her deal is, but it's awkward, annoying, causes me to blush, and reminds me of how lonely I am.

I blush at everything though. I'll blush writing any romance scene, so I prefer to work in private, expressively when I write such scenes. They make me not only depressed, but embarrassed. The shipping thing has only made matters worse, cause I'll be sitting with Whitney, my face bright red because I'm toughing through a romance scene and everyone will be like, "Richard likes Whitney! Yes!"

Which makes me write me, and I eventually reach more romance scenes and...

Whitney knows about how I blush when I write romance scenes, so she knows there's no deal here. No one else seems to get it though, except Morgan. Morgan knows what's up.

The worst thing though, is that it makes me feel alone. Why does everyone think I'm cute with one of the girls I'm not romantically interested in? It just reminds me that no girls like me. None at all. It's soul crushing, to have this void. This itchy itchy void...

I take out my phone and begin to write. To make the feeling of void go away...