School?

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(Miles' P.O.V.)

I've seen this in a movie once. More specifically the Sonic movie when I watched it with (Y/N). Except instead of a blue hedgehog we have a two-tailed fox shoving himself into a white gym bag so Chris can smuggle him to school. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Miles? My bag smells mostly of hairspray and spilled lipstick." "That explains the red stain... We don't have any other choice. I need to know if she's really returned to our world. Also, why would you have hairspray and lipstick in a gym bag?" "It used to be a makeup bag, a large makeup bag. I used to do makeup for girls at my old school. So it still smells of old makeup products." "Well, I suppose it's marginally better than the smell of sweat socks. Let's get going before you're late." I lay in the former 'makeup' bag and zip it closed from the inside. Leaving just a small hole for air. He wasn't kidding about the hairspray smell.

(Chris' P.O.V.)

I really hope Miles knows what he's doing. As instructed I walk to school with the bag, getting stares as I pass. Probably because I'm carrying a large white bag with a red stain on it. People probably think I'm carrying a body or something. They're not wrong but still. I manage to make it to school without any issues and I dive into the girl's locker room. "Miles, we're here..." I try to be as quiet as possible to not draw attention to myself. People think I'm weird enough already. "You need to convince (Y/N) to meet up somewhere where we can't be seen. Preferably somewhere without cameras so he can't watch us." I'm about to pull up my phone and Miles startles me when he shakes the bag. "Don't text her!" "Don't shout... there are people here." "Sorry... Anyway don't text her, he can see that. Ask her in person. Maybe ask her to go to the rooftop." "Rooftop is off limits. Nobody's allowed up there." "Does the door have an automatic alarm?' "Yes...? Why?" "Because I can shut it down so no one knows we went up there." "Miles... you are slowly turning me into a criminal, you know that."

(Reader's P.O.V.)

Chris was being super weird today. First, he comes to school with a bag that is white with a mysterious red stain. Then, he ducks into the girl's locker room and I hear him having a conversation with some guy that sounds eerily familiar. And now he's asking to have lunch on the school roof which is off limits. I swallow my nerves, I'm already dealing with a monster at home, why not go see my friend who's acting suspiciously like a serial killer? WhAt cOuLd PoSsIbLy Go WrOnG? The door to the roof is open, already a red flag. I see Chris with his back turned and he's... talking to the bag? "Umm... Chris?" "(Y/N), you're here! There's someone who wanted to meet you. He kinda told me he already knows you. But I wanted to make sure. You can come out of the bag now we're on the roof." my eyes widen. Coming out of the suspicious bag was one blue-eyed, yellow twin-tailed fox. "Tails?"

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