Rydon. Need to say more? Want to know more? Just read! :) and yeah, its chaptered.
"Hey thing!" she greeted normally and took his poptart, "Thank you!" she said taking a bite. Brendon didn't protest, which seemed odd. "I thought you were the kind of guy who would protest when someone did something like that; I didn't know you were a pushover."
"I'm not," He said, "I just don't know what is happening to me, I feel sick." This was the nastiest morning he had ever had, not including the ones when he had no idea were Ryan was.
"Sick as in having a disease or sick as in not feeling like living today?" she asked.
"The second one, except is not exactly suicidal just bad." What he was feeling was weird and abnormal. He looked at Kamz, "have you ever felt like suddenly something inside you has changed and you feel an urge to do something, but you don't exactly know what it is?"
"Yeah," she answered finishing the poptart, "I like to call it love." She uttered and quickly banished.
"Love? What the hell?" he mumbled. What did love have to do now? There was no one he could fall for, she was wrong. He took out another poptart and started eating it. Or maybe was she right? He was getting butterflies in his stomach and a strong sense of awkwardness, but in love with whom?
Well, Brendon was anti-himself in this chapter, but the poor boy is just confused.
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