I'm a mess..

POV: Harold.

I listen to George gush about his crush. He keeps bringing up how he likes her hair. I try to keep on a face that says that I'm interested in this girl. And I'm really trying! But it's hard when it makes me somewhat sad... But I do care about him. "-Oh! And we're meeting up later! So I'm not gonna be able to hang out." George says. "Mhm. Wait, What!? B-But you said we'd hang out!" I exclaim. "Well.. We do Hang out everyday... I'll hang out with you tomorrow, okay?" He asks. "...Okay." I say. I mean, we do and hang out everyday! But we had plans! "I-I've gotta go to the restroom." I say, quickly walking off after.

POV: Melvin.

I see Harold run past me towards the restroom. He seemed somewhat upset. I follow him, making sure he doesn't see me. He enters the restroom and I follow him in. He locks himself in a stall. I shrug and I go to leave. But then I hear soft sobs coming from Harold's stall. Normally I wouldn't care. But.... Uh... I-It's for science. Y-yeah. Science. I knock on the stall. "Harold?" "Melvin? What are you doing?" Harold asks me. "I-Uhhh. I was going to the bathroom and I heard you crying! Are you okay?" I ask him. Harold sniffles. "N-No..." Harold mutters. "Well what's going on?" I ask. "W-Why do you care?" Harold asks. "I-uh... Well whatever it is. It could mess up your grades. And we already know how bad they are." I stated. "Of course you only care about grades. Anyways... uh... I don't know if i should even be saying this..." Harold mutters. "Oh come on! I won't tell anyone! I mean, not like I have anyone to tell but.. Still." I stated. "...Well.." Harold Said. He then told me about how George had a crush on some girl and how he thinks that he might have a crush on George. And how it's taking a toll on his mental health and his grade recently. "I'm not one for swearing, but holy shit." I say. "Yeah... Its certainly not the best." Harold says. "Harold it's horrible!" I exclaim. "YOU THINK I DONT KNOW THAT!?" Harold shouts. He cry's in the bathroom stall. "You know what Harold. You need to get over him. A-And I'll help!" I exclaim. "Why? Why do you want to help me?" Harold asks. "Uh-ummm, f-for your grades and science and... stuff." I mutter. "Alright." Harold sighs. "I'll let you help me." "Alright! When should we start?" I ask. "How about after school?" Harold asks. "R-really?" I ask. "Yeah! You wanna come over to my house after school?" Harold asks. "Y-Yeah! That," I clear my throat. "That would be good." I say, trying not to sound excited. "Alright!" Harold chuckles. He exits the bathroom stall. "See you later then?" Harold asks. "Y-Yeah!" I exclaim. Harold gives me a smile and leaves. He looked like his sunshiny self again.