Bluey, or is it? a Bluey fanfic

Chapter four: School

The next morning---

My eyes slowly blink open, as I wake up

I sit up, and open the curtains.

I shield my eyes from the bright sun as I make my way to my dresser.

"Blue?" I hear Bingo mumble, tired.

"Whatsup?" I ask as I grab my clothes for the day out of my dresser.

"I don't feel so good."

I throw my clothes onto my bed, and walk over to her bed.

I kneel down, putting my hand on her forehead. Warm. Shoot.

"Get some rest, I'm going to go tell mum-" I say.

"Thank you," she thanks.

I quickly put on my clothes and run downstairs.

I walk into the kitchen, and instantly blush out of second hand embarrassment as soon as I see dad.

"Blue?" He asks, looking over at me.

I hide my face, and start making Bingo some breaky.

"Blue? What's wrong?" He comes closer to me.

"Do you know where mum is?" I say after a few minutes.

I put the food on a plate, and onto a tray.

"At work, why?"

I pick up the tray, and walk over to the stairs.

"Bingo's probably sick," I say before walking up the stairs. "You should check, just to make sure."

I enter our room, and walk to Bingo.

She's asleep, so I put the food on her bedside table.

I leave the room, and go to the bathroom.

I stare at the mirror, feeling my heartbeat slow.

I turn on the sink and splash water onto my face.

I grab a towel and shove my face into it, drying off my face.

I throw the towel back where I got it and left the bathroom.

School, the place I'm sure plenty of you hate.

It sucks, even worse for someone who gets called gay all the time, being made fun of. No matter how much I yell, say, or even scream that I'm not gay, the other kids still make fun of me.

Bisexual is not gay. Not half gay, half straight. I wish they would frickin' understand that.

Today was Monday, a fresh start to the new week.

I grab my backpack and run down the stairs.

"Be careful Blue!" Dad yells as I rush I to the kitchen to grab a cheese and jam sandwich he had made for me.

"I am being careful." I said, quickly afterwards realizing that that was a lie.

Dad gave me a look.

"Ok, maybe I wasn't, but I'll be careful next time." I wave goodbye and rush out the door, being late.

I look up to see an all too familiar car. And I mean that in a good way, if y'know what I mean.

It's Fender's. Or well, it's his mom and him. My heart flutters as he gets out of the car, and greets me.

He opens the car door for me, and I enter. We're sitting in the backseat.

I buckle in, and we drove off.

School----

I walk onto school campus, Fender next to me.

"Gay!" Someone calls out.

I walk past them, huffing, "I know you are."

I walk into class, setting my backpack down at the back of the room, and joining everyone in the carpet.

It's been a long time since we've sat the carpet, we do it once a year.

My best friend sits down next to me, hugging me.

I smile, before resuming back to what the teacher was saying.

This year, we're learning about sex. Fucking great/s.

I stand up, not wanting to listen to this whole shpeal again.

"Blue, where are you going?" The teacher asked me as I went to my desk.

"My desk."

"Come back here!" She orders.

I stare at her as I bring out my sketchbook.

I grab a pencil, and start drawing.

Drawing somebody, somebody that I know. And love.

Ok, yes I'm drawing Fender, don't yell at me.

Fender gets up and walks over to me after the lesson on the carpet is over.

He looks over at my drawing as I colour it in with colour pencils.

"Blue! That's so good!" Fender yells.

"Oh shut up, it's not." I mutter.

I finish my realistic drawing of him, signing it.

I look up at Fender, his face is as red as a tomato.

He's blushing. "Can I have it? Your drawing?" He asks.

I nod as I tear it out of my sketchbook and hand it to him.

"Thank you!" He exclaims as he goes to his desk.

I close my eyes, and nearly faint, his hottness is too much for lil me.

Fuck, back to the lesson at hand.

I open my eyes and look at the teacher.