The songs on the radio are okay, but my taste in music is your face.

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A/N: I updated again! Yay! I'm not a waste of space and excellent wifi connection. Okay yes I am. But that's asides from the point. Did I even have a point to begin with? No? Okay, carry on.

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If Dan could say anything about this new school asides from his fondness for the whole dilapidated chic style the campus seemed to have, was that he adored the schedule. Two classes a day at and hour and a half a piece. His next upcoming class was stage makeup with Pj and a still relatively high Connor.

To be honest the whole classroom was amazing, it had monster posters all over with how to papers halfheartedly stapled to the bit of wall next to them. Only mildly functional old Hollywood style vanities and trays upon trays of high grade makeup both theatrical and non.

The teacher was and elderly bald man who seemed perpetually dazed and nearly always forgetting something. At the moment he seemed to have forgotten his glasses. Also his pants. Pizza and slime boxers were cool though. Dan made a mental note to buy some.

The poor elderly man seemed to just have forgone whatever semblance of a lesson plan he had and told them to do their best stage makeup as an "assessment of their skills". As much bullshit as he was calling he never was one to turn down a chance to make his brother look like a satanic goat man. And that's exactly what he did. Satanic goat man Peej. Hah he'd have to tell the imaginary grand kids about this.

Connor seemed to be turning a poor bystander in to a tiedye bisexual pride rabbit, where he acquired polymer clay rabbit ears on such short notice Dan would question for the rest of the time he gave a shit. Which may seem like a long while but in all reality was about three minutes. He took his motto of too cute to care far to seriously at times.

By the time class was nearly over Peej was pulling off goat horns and wiping off layers of stage makeup and an unhealthy amount of Mac mascara which he eventually gave up on removing. He could survive one day with beautifully amazing lashes couldn't he?

Dan nearly skipped back to their mini Victorian household trying to find Phil. He burst in to their shared room and called for his petite new friend. Seeing as no such friend seemed to be in the room at that time and moment he decided it would be beneficial to skype his closest friends from back home.

"Bratty butts!" Dan greeted magnanimously. Okay, sarcastically and ominously. But still preeeetty bitchin'.


A chorus of Hey's and sup whore's resounded. By a chorus I mean two. Dan never was very good at peopleing. He looked through the screen at his two friends Seamus and Louise. The wonderful people who somehow managed to put up with him. He had no idea how or why but he appreciated it none the less. Especially because they both were bitchin' cooks. Okay maybe not Louise. But Seamus made some fucking great pizza.

He looked at their surroundings trying to figure out where exactly they were. Shay was in his favourite hoody laying face first in a pile of bears. That narrowed it down to his basement bedroom. Loser spent three hundred bucks on 57 extra large stuffed bears for no other reason than he could. Louise was in what was obviously a dressing room. After a quick scan he realized she was hiding in the forever twenty one dressing rooms again. She loved shopping there but hated working there to the point where she would hide in changing rooms or under boxes in the stock room to avoid her annoyingly catty coworkers.

They talked for a bit and laughed at recent stories, well that is until Louise got caught and they decided it would be a good enough time to end their call with promises of a weekly call and that they'd visit soon.


'Today was indeed a good day' thought Dan pleasantly (or as pleasantly as he physically can). Classes were fun, the people weren't jerks. He didn't feel the constant urge of impending slaughter he usually felt in any public space. Especially school, day cares, wildlife preserves, nurseries, hospitals, costco, walmart, and Spencer's.
This was turning out to be good.

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