*A/N: The emails are in italics, and regular monologue is in regular font. This is all in Dan's POV*

*Nothing to throw but, human heads (Accompanied with pink glitter, and rainbows)*

I open my laptop, and refresh my email. Nothing. Instead of going and doing something more productive, like football, (Which I hate), I send an email to my online friend.

To: thereallionking

From: whiteoutlines11

Subject: School is an awful place to be

Hey Michael,

I ate during gym today. Does it still count as 'gaining weight' when I'm doing push ups, while eating a pack of oreos? Oh, yeah, and I failed my chemistry exam. :( I mean, how would I know what the refraction index of radon gas would be? C'mon, give me an easier one, please.

Ok, enough about me. How was your day? was it as crappy and torture-tastic as mine?

I'm literally killing myself writing this,

James

Oh Michael. What I would do to meet you. He does go to my school, and he is in my grade, but I always can never find out who he really is. Once, he did say that he shares a class with me, which is math, and I literally spend the entire period looking around for him. The closest person I could think of is a boy named PJ. He's quiet most of the time, when he's not hyped up on sugar. I could say that PJ is my only "Real" friend, but that's not true. My best friend, Chris Kendall, who's madly gay, and madly in love with PJ, is my only "Real" friend. And, if you were wondering, James is not my real name. Daniel Howell is. I refresh my email once, and a reply pops up on my screen.

To: whiteoutlines11

From: thereallionking

Subject: Re: School is an awful place to be

Hi James,

I can see that you struggled with chemistry today. Good luck, homie. :) Thanks for asking, but my day was fine. I did the same thing I do everyday. And, no, mine wasn't as "Torture-Tastic" as yours.

I don't see how in the name of hell that the gym teacher didn't notice you eat a whole pack of oreos, WHILE doing push ups. Is he blind or something?! :P

Anybloodyway, I have to say, that the food that those ladies served to us, was probably the grossest thing I've ever tasted. Blech. :$

I'm sorry my emails are so long, and I change the subject every line break. I rant a lot.

Wishing you my best,

~Michael~

HOW DOES HE EVEN DO THAT?! Oh god. I'm starting to end up like Chris. Oh, yeah, and I'm not openly gay to anyone but Chris and PJ. Sorry for my constant "Oh, yeah"'s, but I have speech problems, ok? I immediately email Michael a response.

To: thereallionking

From: whiteoutlines11

Subject: HELP!

Mike,

Can I call you Mike? It sounds cool, and exotic. I think it fits your personality. No offense.

ANYway, I need help. My best friends, (I'm not going to tell you who) Have HUGE crushes on each other. When I mean huge, I mean HUUUUUGE. They talk, but both of them get stuttery and red. I'm the only one that knows they like each other, and I feel that the weight of their relationship is on MY shoulders. I need you to tell me all the relationship advice you have. Then maybe they can suck it up, and get together. And, who knows? Maybe I'll meet you one day, and we can "Hang Out" (HeHeHe...) :P

Ok, forget the last part. I just need help. Please.

A little stressed,

James

"Daniel?" My mother calls. "Dinner!" I sprint down he stairs to see my older brother, Damian, with his skinny legs resting on the chair. "Oh hey, little brother. How's your boyfriend?" I freeze. My mind stops. At least, my mother isn't in the room. "How do you..."

"I know some decent facts, Danny."

"But this...?"

"Yeah. Better believe it, because it's going aaaaaall oooover the schoooool!"

"No! Please, Damian. Pleeeease no." I plead, trying to make him stop being the older brother he wants to be, and start being the older brother he was before grade 12. Kind and quiet.

"I already did though, Danny boy. Have fuuuun!"

My heart thumps faster and faster. He...He...POSTED THAT?!