Hello. I'm back.

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"Kristoff!" I called out to the blonde lug ahead of me. He continued walking as if he didn't hear me.

"Cut the crap Bjorman, I know you hear me! I can see the smirk on your face right now!" I yell as I run up next to him.

"See! I knew you were smirking" I said as I rolled my eyes and slapped his arm.

"Is it really that hard for you to acknowledge me when I'm calling your name. I mean I know I'm the school's biggest dork, but you don't have to make me seem like more of an idiot."

He laughed and gave me a light shove as we continued walking. "It's just funny watching you get all riled up. Besides you're not as hyper when you catch up to me, probably because you're still trying to catch your breath."

"I have asthma." I said flatly. "You could kill me if you make me over work myself Bjorman." I was still panting. He seemed to get a kick out of that.

"Oh Elsa, you expect me to believe that you'll die after jogging a few steps. You're in marching band for heavens sake! You do all that shit and carry some instrument at the same time."

"Ah bup bup! We do NOT jog….we march." I say with a huge smile. "There's a big difference."

"You're such a band geek, it's too adorable." He jokingly says as he grabs both my cheeks as if I was a child. I stop walking.

"Let go of my face!" I try to pry his big ass hands away from my cheeks, but to no avail. Why does he find this amusing? After what seems like an eternity he releases my face from his mammoth paws.

"I'm just messin' with you squirt." And just when I think the teasing is over, he pulls me into a headlock and ruffles my hair.

"Hey! Cut it out!" I elbow his stomach and he releases me without hesitation. "Damn, you could say please." He says while he rubs the injured area. I lifted an eyebrow.

"What kind of bestfriends would we be if we didn't rough it up every once and awhile." I knew I shouldn't have said that…I catch him trying to stifle a laugh behind his now glue shut lips. "Could you get your head out of the gutter for like five minutes?"

Let me tell you something about Kristoff Bjorman.

Him and I have been bestfriends since we were the tender age of five years old. It all started in kindergarden. Even when Kristoff was a kid he was an idiot.

What child in their right mind thinks Batman is better than Superman?! Crazy, I know. Anyways, we all know that Batman is just a rich guy with a lot of cool gadgets that could get any bitch he wanted! Superman, however, is an ACTUAL superhero, ya know, with SUPER powers. He's the Man of Steele damn it!

So we came up with a game to see which one is better. Now before I go on, please don't judge us, we were stupid. The game didn't even have to do with our favorite heros, it was more like a contest. We had to eat and drink as much food as possible and immediate afterwards go on the tire swing. We asked one of the biggest kids in our class, Ralph, but we call him Wreck it Ralph because he always finds a way to destroy everything, to spin us as fast as possible.

And as you can guess, the first person to throw up's superhero is inferior to the other. We actually didn't get to see who won because I ended up passing out and Kristoff…..well Kristoff kinda flew of the tire swing.

Don't worry! Don't panic! He has a thick skull. It was all the damn Ralph's fault anyways…but I won't get into that. We both woke up and saw each other in the nurse's office and laughed. And that's how we became bestfriends.

It's weird, I know, but no one's stupid enough to actually do stuff like that with me, so I figured Kristoff is one of a kind.

"Hello. Anyone there."

I came back to reality with Kristoff waving his hand over my face. Geez thanks for distracting me guys.

"Thinking of a special someone?"

"Wipe that smirk off your face Bjorman. I was not thinking of her." Oh yeah I forgot to mention, I'm gay!

"Alright, I'll believe you this time." He says. "but only because I can see you're not 'excited'." He gives me an obvious wink.

"Shut. Up." Alright, so now might be a good time for me to tell you guys that I'm not your average girl. I was sort of born with ….you know….male genitals. Don't worry, you can scream and run away, you're not the first person that has, but I was kind of hoping we could be friends, I mean you've read this far into the story right? No? Oh, alright, that's cool. Anyways, we finally make our way into the school and I seeher. "Dude, relax. You look like you're ready to pounce."

"She is not a piece of meat Kristoff. I would never do that….unless she allows me too." I say that last part as subtly as possible, but apparently I didn't say it quiet enough because this blonde goof next to me won't stop laughing. I huff and push up me glasses. After he finally comes down from his high of laughter he replies,

"You're too sweet for your own good."

"Just because I respect her and don't look at her as a prize doesn't make me too sweet. I can be bad ass." Unknowing, she fixes her bow tie.

"Riiiight. Cuz rolled up khakis, suspenders, and a tucked in button up shirt with a bow tie just screams 'Fuck Me!'."

That's right ladies, I am wearing said articles of clothing, control yourselves. I can hear your panties dropping all the way from across the screen.

"Damn straight! And I look good too!" I say with a confident smile.

"Now excuse me, while I go talk to my lady." I begin walking towards her and hear Kristoff mutter, "don't die." Whatever. So what if I do, atleast I'll get to see her cute freckles up close. Just a few more steps until I arrive at her locker. When I reach said destination her back is turned towards me and she's talking to her friends.

"Good morning Anna!" I say with a smile full of excitement.