🖌️🪭 ' : Fifteen minutes. [FANBRUSH HIGHSCHOOL AU]

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HI UUMM THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR LIKE 4 PEOPLE SO IF U ARENT THOSE LIKE 4 PEOPLE GET THE FUUUUCCCCK OUTTT!!! 

HIGHSCHOOL AU BY ALIENYAOI. 

(also an AU as if II didn't happen in their lives.) 

made for BeckyAGHH, Adam, Fan, and Testy. 

inspired story by Class of '09. 

takes place in like the early 2000s.

The spaces are likely a time skip or a third-person narrative. 

also might be a teeeeeny out of character (by saying this, I mean a lot). 

tw for uh heh, cussing... HAWK TUAH! 

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[Fan's voice slowly fades in.] 

I've never liked Paintbrush, all my life.

Throughout elementary to middle school, they would constantly shove me into lockers and fold me up like I was nothing. 

But high school was going to be a new opportunity for me, a new light. 

Paintbrush has been a popular kid, a bully, and a jock their entire life. 

They would always call me short, nerd, prick, dickhead, pussy, twink and the worst of all, gay. 

I was a nerd my entire life, keeping to myself. I was obsessed with technology, writing, art, and all that type of "nerdy" shit. 

And the worst part of all is that I had like four classes with them this year. 

This year is going to be a fun one. 

[Fifteen Minutes by Mike Krol starts playing.]

I immediately fall off my bed, getting up and putting on my glasses and a few accessories. I ran straight out the door and was (yet again) almost late for the bus. I got on and sat in my usual seat until I felt a tap on my head. It was Paintbrush.

Paintbrush laughed next to Trophy, "Awwwhh... Twink didn't get enough rest?" 

"Yeah, I didn't." I said tiredly and blankly.

"I'll let you be, but you BETTER be awake at school so I can beat the shit out of you." Paintbrush said, sitting back in his seat. 

"Prick," Paintbrush mumbled under their breath. "You'll shove him into the locker again, right?" 

"You betcha." Trophy siad, pointing a finger gun at Paintbrush. 

[The song fades out.]

I stressed quite a bit about school; I didn't have many friends. All my friends were the "nerds" of the school. 

I got to my first period; I had Paintbrush in this period. As usual, they were wearing their high school jacket. Unfortunately, I sat next to them in this period. Despite all the times I begged for the teacher to move me. 

Paintbrush was a lot taller than me. I always wished I was tall, but I guess not. 

I put my hands on my desk with a pencil. We had a history test today. Paintbrush always forced me to give them the answers; I assume today is the same day. As soon as the teacher finished talking, Paintbrush immediately shot me a look.

"You know the drill." Paintbrush said, crossing their arms.

I would give them the answers if they promised me to treat me like a decent object being. I gripped my pencil that was in my hands, wanting to snap it.