Donald One Shots

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I sat on the desk watching him, Donald sat drawing in his notebook. We were meant to be discussing the topic for the lesson while the teacher popped out for something, we knew she'd be gone until five minuets before the bell so of course, no one actually was everyone was busy talking about their own business but of course, Donald and I shared a table so not much conversation was really flowing. 

He didn't care.

Honestly neither did I.

But I didn't want to just sit in silence.

"So... What are you doing?" I asked leaning on my elbow,

"Drawing," he answered not even picking his head up, 

"Uhh... okay.... what are you drawing?"

"Comic."

"What's the comic about?"

"Superhumans."

"Like superheroes?"

"No." he shot me down looking up at me, "Superhumans."

"Okay... sorry," I answered as the silence returned, "So... like Xmen mutants kinda superhumans?"

"No,"

"Like... Avengers superhumans?"

"No."

"So like what then?"

"Like...." he sighed, "Like superhumans based on their environmental elements, not mutants, not gods, not aliens, not cyborgs, But manipulated humans based on their environmental tragedies." 

"... Like Batman villains?" 

"What?"

"Like Batman villains,"

"How like Batman villains?" he glared, 

"You know, Mr freeze has to freeze his beloved wife to keep her from dying, but it goes wrong and now he has to keep his body in a suit in order to make sure he is kept at a low temperature, and only does the crimes to fund research into his wife cure," I explain, "Or like poison ivy who in her attempts to look into the ancient plant life and ends up getting poisoned but it goes wrong so her DNA becomes mixed with the plants turning her into a sexy eco-terrorist," I explained "Or even babydoll... aww babydoll is so sad with a condition that makes her appear young when she is actually really old and her show gets cancelled so she goes out for revenge on the old cast and crew members for taking away her only purpose in life," I explained, "Like that Donald?"

"... Yes, like Batman villains," he nodded before returning his eyes to his book, "I uhh... I didn't know you liked comics," he glanced up at me,

"Kinda hard to avoid them," I shrug,

"Yeah but... most girls aren't into that kinda stuff." he said "Or they like the Avengers for Captain America's butt, thors Abbs and sexy Loki," 

"I mean... I wouldn't say no to a sexy Loki," I laughed, "But I get your point it becomes some mainstream people just kinda like the generic stuff,"

"So you don't then?"

"Well... I admit I did see Morbius half for the meme and half for Matt Smith,"

"I think everyone saw it for the meme," he laughed, "But like you didn't see Guardians just for Chris Pratt?" 

"No, mostly for the soundtrack,"

"It is a great soundtrack," he chuckled, "Any other stuff?"

"Well... Wandavision is an amazing visualization of grief," 

"It really is," he nodded, "Would uhh... would you wanna come to the comic book store with me sometime?"

"I'd like that," I nodded,

"Great... I uhhh... I'm not busy tonight? We can walk there together after class and then I could walk you home?"

"I'd like that," I smiled, "but I've got my mum picking me up today we have to go visit family,"

"Ohh," he nodded, but I could see the disappointment on his face, 

"But I'm not busy tomorrow," I shurg, "Here," I smiled taking his pen and his hand and I wrote my number across his hand with a little heart, "Texted me and I'll meet you there, maybe we can go out for ice cream after?"

"I uhhh I'd really like that," he nodded,