Hello readers!

I did the ice bucket challenge today.

Kill me now.

This is gonna be AU high school okay.

Also apparently I'm getting a birthday party thrown??

And congrats to Stephany for being preggs... with my child.

It was God guys.

She's the virgin Mary.

I'm Joseph.

Our baby is gonna be Jesus.

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I've got a crush on the cutest boy in school.

Well, not the absolute cutest. That award goes to his best friend, the blonde one.

He's got blue eyes.

I'm actually probably the only one who thinks he's cute. I'm really the only one who notices him. He kind of just blends into the shadows and follows his younger sister and best friend around.

He didn't even know who I was until we became lab partners, which is weird, because everyone knows who I am, not because I'm popular, but because I don't actually care what people think about me. That is, I'm not afraid to wear sparkly clothes or makeup. I'm not going to hide who I am because some judgemental religious people tell me I'm a freak.

We became lab partners.

It was really awkward at first, because he's so shy and blushes all the time.

It's adorable.

We had to work on a project, but he told me we had to go to my place because his parents are huge Catholics. It was awkward at first, because he's rich and I'm not, and his parents are mean and cold and mine aren't.

We sat down and did the project mostly in silence. Then my mom invited him to stay for dinner, and he was too polite to reject.

He had looked gorgeous. Instead of his normal black attire, he had shown up in a blue t-shirt, which had almost made my eyes drop out of my skull, because it was tight and he was a quarterback.

During dinner my parents included him in the conversation, and soon we were all laughing until our sides hurt, and that was the first time I had seen him smile.

Then we went up to my room to finalize the project, but ended up just talking instead. He told me why he wore all black, and that only his sister knew.

Then I kissed him, and sparks flew.

He almost pulled back, but he didn't because we clicked. I was just the slightest bit taller than him, and our bodies moved in sync. It was his first kiss.

Later that night he left with a few red marks he'd have to cover up in the morning.

We also aced our project.

After that kiss, we couldn't stop seeing each other, but only in secret, because he couldn't tell his parents. When we passed each other in the hall, his beautiful blue eyes would light up, and our hands would brush, but only for a second.

We didn't even sit at the same lunch table, but it didn't matter.

But one day we weren't careful enough, and his best friend, his adopted brother, found us kissing in the janitor's closet.

He snitched on us to my boyfriend's parents, and they were furious. I wasn't there for it, but while it happened, his sister kept me posted. Apparently they threw dishes and told him to leave and never come back.

Of course my parents allowed him to stay with us. He even got to share my room, and my bed. His sister drove him over, and he lugged in a suitcase with his stuff, his eyes rimmed with red.

He cried and cried, all night, and I just held him and ran my fingers through his black hair and told him it was going to be okay.

The next day at school, everybody knew, and they all thought it was a pretty mean thing for his best friend to betray him like that. So, the blonde one was cast out, and I sat at the jock table at lunch.

It was a blessing to have my boyfriend living with me; I didn't have to text him when I wanted to talk to him, he was right next to me, watching TV in my arms. If I felt the urge to kiss him, I didn't need to wait until the next time I saw him, I could just call his name and he'd come running down the stairs, a smile plastered on his face.

When his little brother died of lung cancer two months later, his parents didn't even let him go to the funeral. His sister came over and they both cried and cried, but they couldn't have done anything.

After his sister had left, we laid in bed, staying at ceiling, not saying a word. Then he turned towards me.

"I love you, Magnus."

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So I thought I'd try something different. (No dialouge, no names, no cursing.)

I hope you guys liked it!

Also, a big thanks to all of the people who put #littlereaders in their bios, you guys rock.

Vote, comment, enjoy! ♡