— —ONE MONTH LATER— —
I'm laying in bed on a Saturday morning.
It's been raining the last few days, so I'm stuck inside.
Not like I had any other plans.
Mia and I went through hell finding a car I liked due to my indecisiveness last week.
(Might make this a Bonus Chapter.)
Although, I just ended up getting something flashy.
The forecast says it should clear up today.
There's no new games out, and my backlog is just the perfect size of fuck that shit.
I don't even feel like texting Mia.
The light of my phone is the only thing illuminating my home.
I scroll through the camera roll out of boredom.
At least that's what I tell myself.
Interspersed through various memes and screenshots of homework are pictures Fang's been sending.
Over the last month I've been included more in Fang's circle of friends.
Never imagined I'd have so many pictures on it.
Each one brings a vivid memory to mind, usually an embarrassing one.
But there's some other ones...
Like of me and the band just enjoying the atmosphere of the auditorium.
My perusal through old pictures in interrupted with a text.
Fang: Looking for new band venue.
Fang: Dont feel like going alone.
Fang: Do you want to come with?
Alone...?
No, I cant be horny right now.
Drake: Why alone?
Fang: Trish has a horn appt and Reed is
'Fang is Typing...'
Fang: Preoccupied.
Drake: Where we droppin'?
Fang: Just show up at my place in like an hour.
Fang: Need to go now.
Drake: k
This is fine.
I'm just helping a friend of mine find someplace for her band to play.
A friend I have feelings for.
And we're alone.
Oh yeah. Everything will be Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.
I push open the blinds to see the rain has subsided.
I throw on a simple outfit and start making my way downstairs.
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NOWHERE TO GO, BUT UP <|Snoot Game X OC|>
FanficA human high schooler transfers from his old school, Rock Bottom, to Volcano High, which is a school populated majorly by Saurians. Who's to say how he'll adjust, but you know what they say about rock bottom... "There's nowhere left to go, but up."
