Into The Unknown || Side Adventures! || Includes Art! ||

Setting Them Up

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A boy was busy reshaping his locker to a respectable status. His books nice and sleek, his space was clean; not a cobweb or a speck of dirt in sight. And of course, he had decorated it to his own accord. As a matter of fact, it probably looked multiple times more attractive than the rest of the common lockers (as he's experienced people trying to gawk inside it first hand...weirdos). It was truly something that he was proud of in this school, along with the occasional good grades and being valedictorian of course. Life was truly pleasant being so gifted, at least that's what he believed all his life.

He took a glance over into the mirror that was implemented into the side of his locker. Pulling out a small comb from the locker shelf, he recombs his hair for about a few seconds, trying to look presentable for the rest of his studies. His hair was merely just fine, that's what people told him, but that wasn't enough for him, obviously! He had to look his best in every instance possible, even if it was just for studies.

Some footsteps hurriedly paced over to where Ethan was present, but he didn't pay too much attention to it, and thought it was just some careless student running across the halls, even though they were told many times not to (disrespect at its finest he might add). But to his utter surprise, the footsteps had resulted into the person bumping into his body without further warning, almost toppling him over onto the floor!

Have the people lost their mind!?

"WHAT THE HELL- who in god's name do you think you are-" Ethan was about to scream. Absolutely lose his marbles at the person who dared to not only interrupt his fix-up, but also put him in harm's way! Seriously the audacity!

But, he had stopped himself when he came face to face with someone...someone who he didn't want to even think about as long as he was alive. A boy that was so annoying that he even considered to be friends with a flea.

Okay maybe not that annoying, but he was annoying regardless!

Anyways, the boy was named Michael Fleece. A young black African American and Latino mixed boy, with eyes so dark, you could almost see a glow of red in them when placed in the sunlight. His hair was a messy mop flow of braids that only made the length to his neck. His usual attire consisted of jock-like jackets (even though he's rarely ever played football), wearing khaki pants, and somewhere, someway, wearing some sort of accessory on his head whether it be a beanie cap or some wristbands, he was never seen bare.

He was kind of like that "chill guy everyone would be good friends with", and that's exactly what he liked to do. He was kind, courteous, always had the need to fist bump everybody because hey- why not? He wouldn't exactly call himself popular, he would definitely take the chances of being alone as a blessing. Overall, he was mainly a kooky guy, nothing too shabby of the sort. And he always found the opportunities to try and make friends with anyone, and that meant trying to be friends with one of the richest fifteen year olds around their city.

Although, that hasn't necessarily been accomplished yet, or ever worked in his favor; considering the fact that Ethan Lamber, the son of the parents who owned one of the most famous engineering companies and a reluctant fashion model, had never fathomed to be near someone "the likes of him". Michael hadn't had a clue on what he meant by that, but it was probably just a playful jab, that's all!

"Heyyyyy buddy! Just heard you got selected for one of the campaigns in the Student Council again this year! Hoping you get through again!" Michael exclaimed with an ambiguous smile teeth shone so bright it could be mistaken as a disco ball. Ethan pursed his lips in disgust, as he rolled his eyes as a response to his pitiful encouragement.