Ninx's Pov:

I'm Ninx. Your average guy. I'm sixteen years old, maybe 5 foot eight inches tall (With some shoes on).

I just recently had a little science project with this cut- guy. Guy in my class. It was a month-long project and I've gained a quick interest in Brent (The guy). We've texted about the project so I have his number. Right now I've opened our texts so I can ask him out.

I look at the last message sent from him, "Half of my gym class got sick already! Winter just started! Anyway glad we ACED that science project. I might be better at animal organs than I thought." Well I suppose a few people I know have gotten sick.

This is what I have to text back, "Yeah, the season of colds and the flu just started. Suppose you have got a better handle on your science so far. Also, if you're not too busy after school I want to talk to you tomorrow."

Sent.

Now to play the waiting game.

Brent's Pov:

-Ping!-

"Looks like he finally texted back," I whisper to myself. I open it up and read it through. I reply a minute later, "Oh, I don't think I'm busy. Where are we meeting up?"

Sent.

"It doesn't matter too much. Maybe just outside of school. Near the bench by that REALLY tall tree. As a landmark." Again looking at his text I start to get curious. Why are we meeting up? The science project was presented last week.

"That'll work." I sent it quickly.

"K. Seeya then-then." I laugh upon reading how Ninx wrote it.

-Next day-

"Ughhh!!" I groan in agony. I feel like crap. I'm definitely sick, so I definitely can't go to school.

I hit my alarm and rolled over. Just then the door swings open, "Get ready or you'll be late!" My mom shouted, making my headache grow in pain.

"I'm sick." I responded plainly.

"Yeah yeah nice try. Get up." I'm not too surprised she doesn't believe me. I've faked being sick a couple of times already.

"Grab the thermometer, I'll prove it." She rolls her eyes then returns shortly. I set it up and place it under my tongue.

-Beep! Beep!-

I take it out and look at the numbers before handing it over.

"104.6 in the orange! I'll make you lunch. You make sure to heat it up. You'll be fine on your own right?" She asks as if it's the first time I've been sick and home alone.

"Yeah. I think I can handle a measly fever." I declare falling asleep instantly.

Ninx's Pov:

Where is he?! My first period is science. You know the one period I and Brent share a class. But he wasn't there?! Right now I'm with a group of friends hoping to spot Brent somewhere. I look at the lunch line. Not there. I look near the doors. Not there. His group of friends. Not there. He's NOWHERE.

Is he trying to avoid me? What's going on?

I opened my phone to send a text, "You didn't show up to science. Skipping another class?"

Sent.

I wait a bit then-.

-Ping!-

Couple of my friends sitting next to me look over to see who I'm texting, but I just wave them off.

"Not today. Just a fever. 104.- (I forget) can you believe that?" I chuckle a little while reading, making those next to me's eyebrows perk up. They think I'm suspicious or whatever.

He sends a follow up text, "I won't be able to chat today I suppose... We can meet up another day perhaps? Or you CAN just tell me over text." I can't tell him over text! That's like being a coward.

I sent a text back, "Nah. We can just meet up once your feeling better :)"

Sent.

After that he kept giving me updates on how sick he felt.

-Tuesday-

"The fever is wavy. In general I feel worse. Maybe it'll hit really hard than finish quickly?" (That's what-)

"Yeah! That sounds right to me!" I sent it back not wanting to bother him tooooo much.

-Wednesday-

"I think my temperature is regulating. But everything else is KIND OF getting better? I'm at 103. 8 now. Are you sure you can't spill the tea over text? (As my sister says it)." I laugh once again. This time in the comfort of my room though.

"The sacred tea shall not go anywhere NEAR this screen," I laugh at myself with this one.

-Thursday-

"I feel way better!"

"Glad to hear. Think you'll be able to go to school tomorrow?" I ask.

":| Maybe. But I don't want anyone else catching it. So even though I feel practically perfect tomorrow, I might just stay back."

I go to type, "I wouldn't really care if I got sick. The "tea" is killing me!" But that sounds a bit too much so I quickly delete the text and type out a new one, "Maybe over the weekend? Although not trespassing so we'd meet up somewhere else."

"That sounds like a better solution... but my fam is going to my sister's basketball game. We have to be there overnight and leave early Saturday morning..." I read.

"Therefore we hope for Friday?" I ask in return.

"EXACTLY! Now imma go steal some of the last pumpkin pie for the season."

"Contaminating it so no one else can get it I see? See Ya tomorrow maybe." I shut my phone off.

-Friday-

I Immediately open my phone and go to text Brent, "GM! Feeling sick?"

"NO. Now I'm tired. WHO TEXTS AT 6AM IN THE MORNING?!?!" And I oop-.

"I just couldn't wait, okay, I have had this "tea" for a week! It's gonna spoil rotten." I respond by trying to defuse the sleepy bomb. "So other than tired?"

"Perfect! Not a single symptom anywhere, I feel like I can run a marathon." I look over his text excited (Not even gonna) that I'll be able to see him today.

"Seeya later? Catch on your sleep, you seem grumpy."

"Yeah yeah, already asleep." I turn off my phone to not bother him any further.

-2 hours later-

-Ping!-

"..." Is all that's there.

"Well that doesn't sound very good." I replied.

"WEELLLLLL- No it's not good. I was doing fine all day."

"But you weren't?" I questioned.

"I was. And I am!" He starts, "But my sister ate that pumpkin pie after me. So she got sick. Then she threw up. That made me-. Long story short, my mom believes I'm still sick so I can't go to school. Any other day I'd be glad to skip but I still wanna know what's so important."

"All in all you'll hear the "tea" eventually." I soothe.

-Saturday-

-Ping!-

I open texts and look at who it could be. "WE R SO DUMB!"

"Nice way to start a conversation," I reply.

"No no! Seriously! My sister is sick!"

"Yes then you threw up and then couldn't go to school yesterday."

"We couldn't meet up over the weekend, remember?"

"Yeah. Your sister has basketball- OHHHHH!" I type and send. Then continue on to the next sentence, "So you don't have anything happening today anymore?"

"Nope! So we can meet up and you can spill some of the tea." He sent.

"Ok what aboutttttt... The park near the ice-cream shop?" I suggest.

"Sounds like a plan. Be there in an hour?" He looks to confirm a time.

"An hour sounds fine to me."

Send.

-1 hour later-

I sit on the seat swaying slowly waiting for Brent's arrival. The sun is high in the sky beaming bright rays all over. The trees are basically dead since winter is in. The clouds cover half the sky with a light gray color. Traffic passes once in a while, a few people walk by. The birds chirp way up high. And the squirrels race to hide their acorns for their hibernation.

"Hey Ninx!" I whip my head around and see Brent coming up from behind. He's wearing a brown coat and black mittens added to his usual attire.

"Hey! You're late." I fake a quick pout.

He sets himself on the swing not going as high as I was. Just looked around taking in the scenery.

"Yeah yeah. So do we cut to the chase or-"

"I say rip the bandaid." I cut him off.

"Then the floor is yours!" Excitement rings in his voice.

I take a quick breath. I've thought about how to say this night after night for a week. All I really want to know though is if he likes me or would be interested. But it would all be in the question if I just asked if he'd like to go/be on a date with me.

Then all of a sudden the words spill out. Not missing a beat. "Well. I was curious if maybe you'd like to go on a date with me? You can say-"

"You're gay?"

"Uh- well pan..."

"Disgusting."

"What?"

"Rot in hell, my opinion. Personally I don't wanna be friends with you anymore." He pauses and looks back at me, "But. We shouldn't hate each other. Just continue as classmates."

"Oh... Okay" I give a shy smile then leave. Never to speak with him again. EVER. Homophobic d*ck. Who is he to say it's, "Disgusting."