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"Why don't you get him like a box of chocolates or some romantic shit, like everyone else?" Trick asked, curled up in the tan chair in the middle of the living room and drinking a blue raspberry slushie.

Mikey rolled his eyes. "It's so boring and stuff. He's more special than that."

"It's traditional."

"Gabe isn't traditional."

Trick sighed, nodding her head in agreement. Gabe Saporta was quite the unordinary- the only gay guy they knew that could actually pull off high top jordans and collared shirts with crazy patterns on them in the same outfit. Nearly no gay guys actually wore jordans though, Trick realized. He was probably the only one. "I think there's these bacon roses you can make. Like, you roll up bacon and stick it in the oven and put them on fake rose stems. Boom, bacon roses."

"I can't cook for shit, Trick. You know this." It was true, the last time Mikey had attempted to cook, the fire alarm had gone off, and half of the dorms were forced out in winter to find that some asshole had set the fire alarm off with his attempts to make cookies.

"I can, though." Trick pointed out, smirking.

"No, you can't. You burnt the eggs so much yesterday that they literally turned into ash."

"True, true. We're like the worst roommate team ever." Trick gestured around the dorm, which definitely proved her point. Papers covered the floors and the walls, and the sink was overflowing with plates.

"Well, do you know anyone who can actually make these majestic bacon roses?"

Trick stopped to think. "Uh... Maybe. He can at least make ribs."

"That's better than both of us can."

"Yeah." Trick pulled out her phone, scrolling through a few numbers until finally finding the one she needed. "I'll call him up, see if he can do it."

Mikey waited patiently, watching Trick call the mystery cook and fiddling with a blue pen he had found on the floor. He really did want to impress Gabe- he was certainly something special, something that he wanted to hold on to. Plus, he was the only boyfriend his parents actually sort of liked.

"Hey, yeah, it's me. Haven't talked to you in a while, sorry." Trick started pacing the floor, getting into her normal phone position. "Actually, that's what I was gonna ask- my friend needs these bacon roses, you like roll them up and stick them in the oven, and we both can't cook at all, so we sort of need your help."

Trick nodded and continued her conversation and Mikey pulled out his phone as well, realizing the time: 2:37.

Shit.

He was so totally late.

Springing up, Mikey slung his book bag around his shoulder and gestured to Trick, pointing to the clock. Trick had the same class period as him, and so they were basically both screwed, 23 minutes late. He grabbed Trick's bag too, and followed her out the door.

Struggling to hand Trick her bag while she was still on the phone, the duo ran down the stairs, making their way through the empty halls to their classroom, a small, white, and boring room with a single window on the left wall. Ms. Jackson, the teacher, was pretty nasty and hated anything out of place. Legend was that she trapped a kid in the closet once overnight, but no one really knew. She always kept a ruler on her desk though, threatening a rap on the knuckles if you ever spoke up.

Making their way to the back of the lecture hall, they sat next to Ryan Ross, a kid who many described as an "emo addicted to scarves". This emo addicted to scarves, though snobbish, was one of their best friends in this stupid class, so they tended to stick together anyways.