The Rare Ones

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"You think that you're the man,
I think, therefore I am."
-Billie Eilish (Therefore I am)

Chetachi

What had I been thinking?!

The plan had been simple.

Come out, see him, pretend to trip.

Not ruin his shirt with my yummy, ice-cold Fanta.

I took Phineas to the Admin. building, the store room to be precise.

I knocked on the door thrice before opening it.

"Good morning, ma," I greeted the lady sitting at the desk.

"What happened to you?" she asked Phineas after he'd greeted.

"Little mishap with a drink," he said with his slightly British accent.

Tochi used to adore guys with British accents.

"So you need a new shirt?"

"Yes, ma."

"Name, please."

"Phineas Sullivan."

The lady typed at her laptop.

"Alright, let me see your size."

She got up and tugged at the collar of Phineas' shirt, to see the size tag at the back.

I nearly laughed at how low he had to bend for her to do so.

Tall people problems, am I right?

After checking, she walked down through the iron shelves with well arranged uniform sets on them, for every class and in every size.

She pulled out a set and handed it to Phineas.

"Thank you, ma."

She nodded and walked out of the room.

Leaving me....and him...together.

What would Tochi do right now?

"Um...a little privacy, please," Phineas said and I swung my eyes to him.

"Huh?"

"I want to take off my shirt."

Sassy.

She'd be sassy right now.

I folded my arms."And you think I want to see you shirtless?"

"Okay, ow," he said with a chuckle.

I rolled my eyes.

"Oh well, I warned you."

I began rolling my eyes again, but paused as he took off his shirt.