Gabba gabba gabba.. Third chapter! :D

I should really get a move on… I'm still writing up the fourth one…

WilliamSock half-heartedly dragged himself over to his and HaroldSock's usual table in the school's cafeteria.

From what he gathered from the few books he read, all school cafeterias tended to be indoors. This one was outdoors. And covered by a transparent roof.

Well, it wasn't really a cafeteria, according to HaroldSock. A cafeteria was, to quote his friend, 'a self-service restaurant, especially one in a workplace'. And this cafeteria was, by description, 'an outdoor place where school kids ate their own lunch from home or food from the canteen. With added transparent roof and thoroughly bird pooped-on chairs.'

Anyway, WilliamSock went to his and HaroldSock's usual table in the not-cafeteria, dunking his packet of lint onto the holey table. 'How you going?' he asked unenthusiastically.

'Fine, I guess,' HaroldSock mumbled into his lint sandwich.

WilliamSock stared at his friend for a moment. He'd usually correct WilliamSock's greeting. 'What happened?'

HaroldSock hung his head low and crouched over his sandwich, his chin centimetres from the table, mumbling again. 'It doesn't matter.'

WilliamSock threw his packet of lint at HaroldSock's head, hitting him square between the button eyes. 'What happened?'

HaroldSock shoved the packet of lint back over to WilliamSock and mumbled a curse.

So naturally, WilliamSock threw the packet of lint at HaroldSock's head again. 'What happened?'

HaroldSock grumbled, sliding the lint over again.

'What was that?' WilliamSock quite enjoyed getting HaroldSock to tell him things through this manner. It always worked.

HaroldSock only glared. WilliamSock refrained from throwing the packet of lint again. 'I may have asked CatherineSock out and she may have turned me down.'

WilliamSock ripped open the packet of lint and spat a mouthful towards HaroldSock. 'Don't throw food around,' scolded HaroldSock, shaking lint out of his wondrously scruffy locks. WilliamSock's SockHeart thumped a little harder.

'So… ouch.'

'Ouch indeed,' HaroldSock mumbled.

'Stop mumbling.' Time to tell him. 'Uuuh… This may make you want to punch me.' WilliamSock inched away. 'But CatherineSock may have asked me out and I may have turned her down.' God, I'm even starting to talk like him.

HaroldSock only nodded and threw the remnants of his sandwich at WilliamSock's head, eyes shining.

Oh gosh this is awkward. 'And I hope you're cool with that. And don't throw food around.'

'Oh, I'm fine with that. And stop ending your sentences with prepositions.'

'What are you talking about?'

'That,' HaroldSock smirked.

'… Right. And I have something else to tell you.' WilliamSock shifted uncomfortably. No going back on it now.

HaroldSock noted WilliamSock's discomfort and quickly caught on. 'Library?'

WilliamSock nodded and stood up. He hated the library with its closely packed shelves and closely packed books and tables smelling of SockNerdSweat, but he thought he might as well go to a place that 1) HaroldSock was comfortable in, and 2) he could run from quickly if push came to shove.

HaroldSock expertly hopped and slid through the tables and shelves with the well-practiced and confident air of a sock that spent enough time in the library to be able to walk around blindfolded.

Really, there shouldn't be a confident air around a sock that thought the library was a refuge. It took a lot of explaining on WilliamSock's part to show HaroldSock that the answer to 'Where do you hide when threatened?' wasn't 'The library', but he still spent most of his alone time there.

HaroldSock took a seat in his favourite corner of brightly coloured beanbags. That was one upside to being in the library—the beanbags were excellent.

'Sit,' HaroldSock commanded, pointing to a fluffy pink beanbag.

'Don't you care about my dignity?' WilliamSock said, reluctantly plopping down. But the beanbag was soft. He decided he'd have to come around here more often.

'No, and what did you want to tell me?'

'Oh…' WilliamSock shifted uncomfortably in the comfortable beanbag. 'You see, we've been friends for around three years.'

'Yes, we have.'

'And I'm still sorry for hitting your head with that ball, but I'm not sorry at all for reading that book that you dropped because of it.'

'Well, it was an excellent book,' HaroldSock replied, staring at WilliamSock carefully.

'And… this is awkward, but –'

'Are you breaking up with me?' HaroldSock asked, an amused, almost unnaturally wide grin on his face.

'No, you nitwit. I just… just… kind of have… those feelings for you.' WilliamSock's heart thumped. Oh gosh this is so awkward.

HaroldSock replied after a crazy-long five second pause. 'Is this an elaborate early April Fools' Day prank or something?'

'No, it's the twenty-something-th of March. April Fools' Day pranks are for April Fools' Day.' Oh gosh, this is awkward. Is there a trapdoor or something I can hide under? WilliamSock glanced at the floor. Dang. Carpeted.

'… Aah.'

'I think I'll leave now.'

'I think…' HaroldSock slowly made his way to the shelves.

WilliamSock slowly breathed out. That was awkward and now my heart is crushed. Excellent.

He walked around aimlessly for a bit, then swivelled around, almost falling over (such grace, you idiot) and proceeded to stalk out of the library, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

I'm walking out of a library and I almost fell over and I was turned down and I'm almost crying, WilliamSock thought with some confusion as he pushed through the library doors.

HaroldSock looked at where he was standing. Shakespeare. Just like the time when… No. He shook his head and retreated to the beanbags.

I'm in a pickle, aren't I?

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What if I offer a cookie? :3