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Fan ran down the sidewalk, huffing and puffing as he dashed to school, his hair flowing gently in the wind and a piece of toast shoved into his mouth as he tried his best not to be late on the very first day of school. 

He was a bit popular at school, so him being so late would damage his reputation extremely! He had to make sure he was in tip top shape every morning, even if it meant running for his own life. Maybe he was being a bit overdramatic, who cared! He just wanted to make sure everyone adored him, could you really blame a boy?

The red haired boy finally made it to school, right on time, in just a few minutes, school was just about to start. With no time to spare, he grabbed his books from his locker and went straight to class, a crowd of people following behind him, clamouring to say hello to him.

Gosh, it was so hard to be popular sometimes! Can’t a boy live without being chased by hoards of school paparazzi? Ugh!

He finally made it to class, panting, his hair a cute, ruffled mess. He seated himself next to his best friend, Test Tube. They had been friends since the seventh grade, never splitting up. He sighed exasperatedly, waving to her and smiling.

He swore he saw a bit of blush light up her face as he waved, but he couldn’t catch a glimpse of it, as she had turned away and muttered out a small ‘hi’, so he shrugged, and decided to tell her about his disastrous morning.

“Test Tube-senpai, oh my Cob, you’ll never guess how my morning went.” He said with a smile, leaning closer to her, getting comfortable with her before the teacher came in and ruined his moment.

“Oh, how’d it go?” She asked with a bit of intrigue on her face as she tilted her head, now more interested in the conversation.

“Well, I woke up late, and I … “ he said, beginning to exaggerate his morning to the max, using wild hand gestures, all just to impress her. 

Ugh, he really was head over heels, wasn’t he? 

TO BE CONTINUED !! ^_^

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‘Dear Diary’, Microphone wrote, in her room as she sighed. She had just come back from school, immediately going into her room and getting dressed into pajamas. She began to write away, her worries melting away with each word she sketched onto the page.

She was 17, just entering her senior year of high school a few weeks ago. Everything seemed so stressful, and irritating. 

She had two friends, Cheesy, and Soap. Cheesy, he was a nice boy, though last year, they had their ups and downs… But he’s changed, she swears! Soap was a nice girl, she was nearly considered her best friend, with how much they hung out. She sighed, closing her diary shut as she finished writing. 

The only noises in the room at this point were the soft sounds of the AC and her shuffling around her bed. Her thoughts ran through her head, she got up and walked down the stairs.

“Mom, I’m going out!” She called out, not waiting for a response as she left the house. She grabbed her bike from the side of the house, and took off down the slope of the road, riding along to a certain someone’s house.

She arrived at her friend Soap's house. She parked her bike at the curb, walking up and assuming nobody was home, but still knocking, for good measure. She waited at the door for a bit, knowing that the blonde-haired girl was home. When was she not?

Sure enough, the door opened up wide, and out came the girl. She had to look up slightly at Microphone, understandably. She was a bit taller than her, but only because Soap was insanely short.

Said girl waved up at her, allowing her in.

“Hey, Mic! What’re you doing here?” She asked, stepping aside to allow her room to enter. As Microphone entered the house, a flood of warmth surrounded her, she shrugged.

“What, can’t a girl visit her very best friend?” She said, with a mischievous grin, giving her a slight, but charming, wink. Soap raised her eyebrow, giving her a look that said ‘really?’ She shot her a small look back, before her resolve broke and she groaned playfully, seating herself in the living room.

“Alright, alright. I was just bored, can we go on a walk, please?” She begged, clasping her palms together as she looked up at Soap, whose arms were crossed in deep thought, from her spot on the couch.

She waited patiently for her answer, breath bated, as she kept her hands firmly clasped firmly together.

“Fine, I guess. Just let me change out of my pajamas , missy!” She teased, rushing up her stairs. Microphone shrugged, slipping her shoes back on.

Soap came right back down after 5 minutes, dressed simply in a pink hoodie, her hair up in a claw clip, and leggings. She slipped on her Crocs ™, unlocked the door, and walked out with Microphone by her side. As they left, she made sure to lock the door behind her. The pair walked down the street, Soap idly sipping from her water bottle as they observed the scenery they’ve seen more than a hundred times before, the faint breeze the only sound between the two.

Then, out of the corner of Microphones eye, she spotted a figure walking across the street, yet in the same direction of them. She looked towards said figure and saw… A piece to be admired, in her humble opinion.

Just across the street from them was a boy with (obviously) dyed red hair, fading blonde ends, and bangs hanging a bit low along his face. He had obviously just come home from school, dressed in usual school attire. Yet, he still looked, somehow effortlessly, stunning. She looked back towards Soap, trying to see if she was seeing the same thing.

Typical of Soap, she was looking at the same boy, eyes wide with pure admiration and stunned with how- well, stunning, this boy was.

She nudged Soap out of her stupor, giving her a small psst.

“Hey, bet I could get that guys number with jus’ a few of my, heh, pickup lines.” She said, slightly hushed.

“No way,” she said, giggling under her breath as she looked up at her with a daring face.

“Yeah way, I can prove it too! Five dollars if I do, ‘kay?” She said, already making her way towards the boys general direction.

Said boy was distracted on his phone, texting a friend. (Well, his only true friend, that is. But not for long!)

“Hey, what’s up?” She said, nodding towards him, already making an attempt at small talk. She gave him a warm smile, walking beside him instead of behind him, shooting Soap a thumbs up.

“Oh, hello! Uh- not to be too rude, but, what’re you doing over here?” He asked, raising an eyebrow in question as he slightly tilted his head. 

“Well, I was just wondering,” she started, smirking down at him before putting it down. “Do you have a name, or can I just call you mines?” She finished, giving him a charming wink as she crossed her arms, very proud of herself for even thinking up that, especially when she was put on the spot like that! Great job Mic, really, you’ve outdone yourself.

The boy lit up with a flush, looking away and chuckling under his breath as he sputtered, before settling on a small ’damn’ , under his breath.

Microphone took out her own phone, and pushed it in his direction. “If you want, y’know, we could exchange numbers? Of course, if you don’t wanna, I’m cool.” She said, smiling at him and handing it to him, as he pushed the numbers on her phone, she finally looked back at Soap, seeing her jaw dropped gave her a sense of pride.

Looks like a certain someone would be getting five dollars in due time, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be Soap, that's one thing for sure! She thought, pumping her fist in her head as the boy handed her back her phone, and she rushed back off to Soap, not before waving to the boy.

When she arrived back next to her, she checked her phone, noticing the boy had put a heart next to his name. She showed it to Soap, smirking, and looking at her.

“So, when am I going to get my five dollars?”