I revived a text from Bebe while I was getting ready for school. It asked me to meet her at the back of the school, where the Goths usually sat and smoked. The text scared me, in more than one way.

The first way was kind of embarrassing, as the text tone from said text made me jump and drop all my school books. That then made my dad shout up for me to be quiet, which then caused my eyes to water because I hate when my dad shouts.

The second way is more acceptable to tell people. I'm worried and scared about the meaning of this text. Bebe never texts me before school. It's very rare she is even awake and up at the time she texted. It must be something serious, because if it wasn't she wouldn't have texted me, right?

Well, all I can do is hope it isn't something negative.

I leave the house, shutting the door softly so I don't bother my dad. I begin my long journey to school. I stopped taking the bus, as the other students are prone to throw stationary and balled up paper at me. That then causes me to cry, and causes the others to pick on me.

As I walk, snow begins to slowly fall from the sky. I shiver as the cold begins to bite at my arms and exposed neck. I remove my hands from my pockets, fiddling with the scarf placed upon my shoulders. I grab one end, wrapping it around my neck and making sure it's not too tight.

I stare at the scarf, focused on making sure my neck is perfectly warm so it doesn't become stiff from the cold. Because of my focus, I manage to bump into someone.

I knock into them forcefully, flinching and stumbling back slightly, somehow managing to keep my balance. I watch with wide eyes as the person I bumped into, a tall boy, stumbles clumsily, and falls face first into a heap of snow.

I gasp, and rush over to the boy. I'm so stupid! I reach my hands out towards him, but stop dead as I see the snow slowly stain red with blood. My eyes water, and tears begin to slide down my cheeks as I realise what I may have done.

"Please don't be dead." I sob, quickly moving to grab the boys hands. It's somehow warm in my cold grasp, and his fingers lock around mine.

I feel more tears flow freely down my cheeks as I heave the boy up. He stumbles to his feet, his hair and face wet with snow. As its wet, his hair hangs in his eyes, stopping me from seeing his face fully.

"You're not dead!" I exclaim thankfully, still clutching onto his hand. I look up at him. "I'm so sorry! I'm such an idiot! I-I should've been watching where I was going and now you are injured! You could die of blood loss!"

The boy laughs, and runs his hands through his hair, pushing it out of the way. He then swiftly moves his hand to the front of his nose, cupping it.

"I'm fine Clyde." He says, his voice light with laughter.

It's Kevin!

I feel my heart race, and I drop his hand. I've hurt someone I wanted to be friends with! They're never going to like me now. Right now would be when I start crying even more, but just looking at Kevin has caused my eyes to dry up.

"Did I damage your face?" I ask, tilting my head to the side. "Oh no! You had a nice face, let me see if your nose is okay!"

I get up on the tip of my toes, taking Kevin's right wrist and lowering his arm, peering at his nose. Kevin doesn't stop my from touching him, he just turns a light pink from what I suspect is the cold.

"It's just a nosebleed Clyde." As Kevin says this, blood runs from his left nostril and slides over his lips, straining them red. It finally reaches the bottom of his chin, where it drips off onto the floor, staining it dark red.

Kevin grimaces as I grab a tissue from my pocket. I feel my eyes widen at the look on his face.

"Does it hurt?" I ask worriedly.

"Not really," he sniffs as more blood flows. "It's just the taste of blood, it's horrible. I have no idea how Vampires can stomach this stuff." I offer him a tissue, which he takes.

I'm still holding on to his wrist, but Kevin doesn't seem to mind. He begins to dab his nose. I watch him do this.

"Aw Clyde, please don't cry. I'm fine, really." Kevin pleads.

"Huh?" I tilt my head to the side in confusion. I place my fingertips to my cheek, to find it wet with tears. "Oh.. I didn't even notice I was crying."

Kevin smiles at me, and rips the tissue in half. He places the blood stained one in his pocket, and holds the other. He then leans down to my height, placing his left hand against my cheek. His hand is soft and warm, and I find myself leaning into his touch. With the other hand, he begins to wipe my cheeks, dabbing away the tears. He's gentle and patient, looking at me with shining blue eyes.

I can't help but stare back up at him, and even though it's freezing out, I suddenly feel strangely hot.

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After Kevin had wiped away my tears we had walked to school together. We found ourself discussing superheroes, and from our discussion I learned who Kevin's favourite superhero was.

It's Spiderman.

I asked him why, and he told me he could relate to Peter Parker and he had grown up watching it. He also mentioned something called Spideypool, but I have to admit I wasn't actually listening to what he was saying.

I was listening to his voice. The way he forms words, the happy tinge to everything he says. I didn't do it to he rude. I would never want to be rude to Kevin.

His overall positive and cheery attitude just made me feel better about myself. Unfortunately, we had to part ways once we entered the school building. I still had to meet Bebe, and Kevin told me he had to let Red copy off of his Chemistry homework.

However, Kevin invited me to hang out with him at break. He told me to meet him at his locker, which he showed me, and I said yes straight away.

I'll take any offer of friendship, since I have so little friends to begin with.

I take a deep breath, and push open the door to the back of the school. Currently, none of the goths are present. It makes sense, since they saunter into school around 9 o'clock, as late as ever.

I envy them in a way. I can never be late. Even if I'm just one minute off the bell I begin to worry and tear up.

I see Bebe waiting for me. She's stood straight, her hair curled elegantly. It falls past her shoulders, brushing against her dark red coat. She's wrapped up in a scarf and a hat is placed perfectly upon her head. I smile at her, holding my hand up in a wave. She doesn't seem to notice my presence, and I realise why when I walk towards her.

She rapidly typing on her phone, the only noise between us is the clicking of her keyboard keys. I wait patiently, knowing that being interrupted is something she despises.

When the typing stops, I clear my throat. She looks up, her blue eyes bright yet glassy.

"Clyde, you're late." She says, slipping her phone into her bag and hoisting it upon her shoulder.

"I'm sorry Bebe," I say, looking down and blinking rapidly. I shall not cry, not in front of her. "I didn't know there was a time set."

"I've been waiting five minutes." She flips some of her hair over her shoulder dramatically. "I should've listened to Lola and done it over text."

I look at Bebe confused, stepping towards her and taking her hands in mine. She breaths out a sigh, her breath lingering in the air and mixing with my own.

"Do what Bebe? Are you okay?" I ask, holding her hands tightly.

She stares at me for a few seconds. It's silent, eerily. I don't speak. She nibbles on her bottom lip, causing her front two teeth to get dipped in bright lipstick. She grimaces, and takes her hands from mine.

"No Clyde," she says finally, "I'm not okay."

"What's wrong?" I ask straight away, reaching out to her. She calming steps back, cupping her hands in front of her stomach.

"Clyde," she takes a deep breath, I'm breaking up with you."

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I'm so sorry for the wait guys!

Quick question

How can Melanie's song Mad Hatter be turned into a fanfiction?

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