#admired

Dee, ah yes. The snarky boy at the top of the class who had a crush on you—yes, YOU.

“I mean.. whats the point of bulky guys..”

He muttered under his breath “Smarts are way better..” he rolled his eyes.

You had a boyfriend, though! You thought he was lovely. He was big and buff, and he could protect you! All you needed, right? Well, anyway, Dee was busy obsessing over you (life doesn’t exist)—learning your schedule, what you like to do, what you don’t like to do, where you live—all the good stuff!

In class, well, your old history teacher was going on about empires or something, but your hunk of a boyfriend was just so dreamy. You twirled your loc around your finger, staring at him. Hearts practically forming in your eyes… until—

“Y/N! Maybe you can tell us which empire fell in 1970 instead of staring at cutie boys?!”

“Uhm… the Russian Empire?” You had pulled that out of nowhere—I mean, we are in Russia, right?

“Oh, okay.” The teacher sat down. Dee chuckled ever so slightly, but you didn’t notice because he was just so captivating—

RIIIIIIING

There goes the bell.

You got up, packed your stuff, and immediately clung to your boyfriend. Dee thought he had you wrapped around his finger—and he did. He had you hypnotized. You hurried to your boyfriend.

“Well, that was the last class of the day! Mm, you wanna hang out now?”

Your boyfriend flashed you that charming smile.

“Not today, sweetcakes!”

It was always “not today.”

“Oh… do you have plans?” you asked.

“Uhm, yeah… football with the boys,” he replied.

“Okay,” you said before moping away, going out the door and soon leaving the school.

Making your way downtown, or just to your house if you want to be plain… well, some guys ran right by you, knocking all your stuff out of your hands.

“A-ah!” you gasped, stomping a bit as you went down to pick up your things… before that... What’s his name? The emo boy… David? D… Dee! He was coming over to you.

“Do you nee—” he was cut off by another boy, coming over and picking up your bag for him. A younger-looking boy with ginger hair.

“Oh, thanks…”

“Dee, we should—Dee, we should go chase them and beat their ass!” he said, getting riled up. Oh, you were right—it was Dee.

Meanwhile, Dee had a piece of hair sticking out as his face heated up, and he let out a few unidentifiable sounds.

“Heavy, why are you here?!” he said, sounding strained.

“Well, I forgot my keys again,” the other boy muttered.

“Really, again?!”

You said, “Uhm, thanks for the help… I’ve got to get home, though.” Dee was red-ish, letting out noises.

“Walk!” he squeaked before Heavy came in and said, “Are you walking in our direction? We can walk you home.”

‘Damn it…’ Dee said to himself in his head. He was supposed to offer, not his stupid brother.

“Oh, okay. I’m going this way!”

“Oh, no way, that’s where we’re going too!”

Soon, they were walking together.

“So what do you like..” Heavy said, trailing off, not knowing your name. “Its Y/N.” “Oh, well, what do you like Y/N?” “Well i like..” You stated a few things.. “And sometimes listening to music.” “Oh, i like HEAVY metal! Ehh.. ehh? Pun intended..” You were unphazed. Dee, meanwhile, was trying to speak up a bit “So, Dee, is it? What do you like?” “Well.. metal music, yo-YOGURT.” “Oh really?” You didn't catch him slipping up. “YEAH!—” his voice went high oitched and cracked a bit before he hit himself in the chest a little. Cough cough, “Yeah.. Uhm, yeah, yogurt.” “Me too!” “But what i really like to do is hang around my boyfriend..” THAT stupid, stupid boy.. After a bit, once home, Dee went out. He was just walking around, scrolling on his phone occasionally scoffing or side eying people, before he stopped and peered into an alleyway, noticing two figures before his eyes widened, and he slowly pulled out his phone—

Cliffhanger, yes.

PT. 2 COMING OUT (soon-ish) DEFNIT NOT THIS WEEK THO!