(fang x buster/fangster) bigmouth strikes again

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It's been a few days since the confession, and those past ones Fang's life seemed to be going pretty great. It was mainly because he'd meet up with him everyday, and could day freaky ass shit without anybody complaining.

Today was a little stressful, since he'd be going back to his job. It miraculously aligned with the past events that the cinema was closed for a few days due to an issue, which meant that he got a few days off.

The issue is, he now had to go back, and frankly didn't know what to expect from Shelly, from whom he hasn't heard ever since their little happening. Before that, he had another thing on his mind, and it was the fact that he had school and must try to behave ordinarily.

He still had about twenty minutes before he had to leave, and frankly he was finished with every morning chore he had to do, so he decided to use the time to try and text Buster, whom he really missed since their conversation six (6) (seis) (sechs) (sześć) hours ago😢.

He sighed as he looked for his phone, realizing he would have to make a pilgrimage back to his room to get it. After a quick thought he decided the 20 metres of walking was worth getting to talk with his sweet delicious baby boo boo gyatt final boss, so he got up and went there.

He picked it up and unlocked it, then immediately went to check if he had any new messages from him. It seemed as if he didn't so he started texting him. He waited for a reply, in the meantime he went back to the living room to sit on his couch.

He felt his phone vibrate so he quickly got it out, and read it. Turns out it was in fact his mother, reminding him to turn the stove off as to not blow their roof off. He frowned to that, even though he loved her very much, there were important things and more important things, and the stove wasn't the latter.

He waited more for a quick second, but to no avail. He brushed it off and explained it to himself that he's probably busy. After he'd gotten up he decided to check whether he's packed everything he needed for school.

It was a lucky day for him, because he got two classes with Buster that day, which meant he wouldn't be bored for as long as two hours at school!!!!!!!! He got his backpack on the chair and zipped it open, browsing through the notebooks.

He decided that three notebooks are more than enough, they went along really well with a book he got from the first year of high school. He closed it and quickly ran to the pantry noticing he forgot to get something to drink.

He took a water bottle then put it into it's designated spot, then decided that he was going to wait for the bus outside since being at home was getting a bit boring for him.

He walked over to the coffee table and grabbed his phone which laid on it, then put it into his pocked. He made his way to the entryway, in which he picked up the keys hanging on one of the hangers.

He swiftly got his backpack on and closed the door, checking about three times whether he had locked it properly. Once he was proven to have closed the door rightfully (actually just let go of his very obnoxious thoughts and remained full of fear😪) he started walking in the direction of the bus stop.

He could feel the surrounding air become warmer, which would be pretty surprising, considering it was only the middle of february. He spotted the vehicle behind him, so he started running, hoping to get on the earlier bus.

Although a little gasping, he managed to get on the bus and go as far as finding an empty seat. He checked his phone again, his face lighting up once he noticed he'd gotten an answer. He chatted with him all the way through, a smily not leaving his face for a second.

Once he noticed they were approaching the school he texted him to inform him that he'd be back in a second, then got out of the bus. He walked slowly and steadily, appreciating the fresh air which had seemed to appear on that day.