Glitter Pens

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["You have one of those glitter pens that can write in five different colors and I stole it because it's so freaking cool" AU. Yeah I feel really bad about not updating like I should and Tumblr OTP prompts are amusing so here have this.]

Jericho's P.O.V.

"ELLIOT MATTHEW KNIGHT!"

I was getting ready to deck this idiot. Who did this jerk think he was? I was just walking to class, minding my own business, when this jerk off steals my backpack right off me and runs off! And now he's got me running across the school campus screaming his name! Which I only knew from hearing people talk about what a fantastic pickpocket he was, totally not from me having a crush on him since fourth grade. 

He ran past the band hall and straight into a brick wall which was apparently hidden in shadow, then proceeding to fall on his butt. Well, I never said I liked him for his smarts did I? 

"What exactly do you think your doing? Give me back my stuff!" I yelled at him. Jesus even when he's pissing me off he looks adorable. He looked at me with wide eyes and a confused frown like a lost puppy and I didn't know whether I wanted to strangle him or hug him. He started rummaging through my stuff and tossed my bag at me afterwards. 

"What did you take? Give it back!" He started waving around my multi colored glitter pen and hugged it to his chest giving me a pleading look. Please? Pretty please? He spoke through facial expressions. 

"Are you being serious? You didn't even WANT my bag?" I sighed at his innocent stupidity and shook my head. "You know, if you would've just asked me I would have given it to you genius." I said kneeling down and pulling out two other pens. It's not like I use the stupid things anyway. 

I handed him one which he looked at with amazement and while he was distracted clicked open the other one and wrote on his forehead quickly before bolting off.

Later, the overly loud chorus of "Yes" followed by fist pumping I assumed was caused  by me when he walked into the boys restroom to find a phone number surrounded by hearts written hastily on his head.


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