D is for Disaster

I was drunk. He was drunk. Hell, I wouldn't fuck my gay best mate on any other occasion would I?
I look over at Frank, his hand twisted in his hair as he chewed a pencil, trying to follow what the teacher was saying, he gives me a quick glance and looks back at the paper on his desk. Suddenly there is a note on my desk, I unfold it and read in scruffy writing: Hey D, I wanted to ask you this for a while now, and I know it is really awkward and stuff but I was gonna ask last night but you kinda disappeared before I had the chance, you probably are with someone already, but will you go out with me?
-Mikey x

Fuck, What? Mikey? Mikey liked me, like... That. I look around and catch Mikey's eye at the back of class, he was kinda hot and he was really fucking nice not to mention his fucking adorable smile and complete lack of religion, which was hard to find in a Christian school.

Notes

Well... You can blame my Nan that it's so short cos apparently I have to go to bed..