~*~ Fast Times At Ridgemont High ~*~
Music sensation Y/n L/n goes to Ridgemont High with her two best friends, Mark Ratner and Mike Damone. When she met Mike, she fell in love with him immediately, as did Mike. But, high school's a different world...
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Y/n's POV:
It was the night of the last day of summer before me and my friends have to go back to school tomorrow. Or as I like to call it, hell.
I go to school at Ridgemont High. My two best friends are Mike Damone and Mark Ratner. I don't have many friends who are girls so I just slum around with guys like them and Jeff Spicoli.
Right now, Mike and I were walking into Ridgemont Mall. We ran across the road and onto the sidewalk. As soon as we got off the road, Mike put his arm around my shoulders.
As we were walking down the stairs that led to the mall doors, I saw Mike look at some girl's ass and when she saw that he was looking at her, he smirked. I smacked the back of Mike's head. He yelped out, grabbing the back of his head.
"Stop pervin' a dish, Mike," I said to him when we walked through the doors. He smirked once more.
"Why? You want me to look at your ass? I've snuck a look in several times," Mike replied. My cheeks flushed red for a second. Mike continued, "also, I wasn't pervin' a dish!"
"You're a pervert, Damone," I told him. Mike's eyes widened a little.
"Woah, woah, woah, I thought we were on first name basis," Mike said. "I'm not letting you call me 'Damone'."
"Why not?"
"'Cause you're my best friend," Mike told me. My eyebrow rose.
"So's Rat but he calls you by your last name," I said. The two of us walked by the arcade. I saw three guys with no shirt on so I immediately knew Jeff and his gang were in there.
"Love, it's different," Mike told me.
"No it's really not," I replied. "By the way, why am I the only one who always calls you by your first name all the time?"
"I don't like it when you call me 'Damone'," Mike said. "It feels wrong." I smirked at Mike.
"Awww, it's 'cause I'm a girl and I'm special in that cold heart of yours," I said. I grabbed Mike's cheek and pinched it while I teased him. Mike swiped my hand away from his face while I laughed.
The two of us walked into the elevator. Mike pressed the button and slung his arm off me. He tried fixing his collar but he wasn't very good at it. I rolled my eyes.
"My god, Mike, learn how to fix your own collar," I said, smacking his hands away so I could fix it myself.
"Last time I checked, I didn't ask you to do it for me," Mike said. "Also, this is a glass elevator, people might get the wrong idea."
"Oh, shut up, no one's that stupid," I told him when I finished up and backed up next to him.
Mike Damone is my best friend. We've done everything together along with our other friend Mark Ratner. I've known Mike since grade school and my mom's good friends with his parents. Mike's been there for me every step of the way and I can't be more thankful to have him.
