Oscar has two sides to him.
He has the "I like wearing cute things because they're cute" side, and the "I'M GONNA LICK THAT POLE BECAUSE YOLO" side to him.
The cute side of him wears a onesie and cute girly things. And the other side wears all black and blast its heavy metal music. His friends don't really care about what he wears or does, as long as he doesn't hurt himself. He's pretty tall and thin, kind of resembling that slender man dude, except he has hair that swoops to the side of his face, and he has to flick his head every now and then to see.
Oh, and he's in his junior year of high school. Ah, kids grow up fast don't they?
Oscar's pov
When the fuK is p.e over?(I ask myself this everyday irl)
Honestly, my shoes are way more interesting than this game. There's writing on my shoe. I have, 'Fuck boys get money, smoke weed 420',written on that white part on my converse that me and the author don't know what to call, along with some people's signatures scattered around it. Half of the people on here I don't know at all.
But some I do recognize.
I want to crawl back into my dinosaur onesie and eat out a tub of ice cream.
Enough of this nonsense. Can we talk about what i frickn did this morning?
Wow. I can't believe what I did this morning. Oh my fuck.
I rawred at Niko. Now he'll never talk to me. He might think I'm such an emo freak.
Whatever, its not like I have a chance with him anyways. I should go to Alicia's place after school. She's throwing a party, so I might as well go. If Alicia makes me talk to another guy again, I swear I will stab her with a used tampon. But with love, because she's my homie. The spoon to my soup. The cereal to my milk. The seaweed around my rice- this is making me (and the reader) uncomfortable. I should stop.
Her parties are sick as frick. Great food to steal, really hot people to kiss, and a really comfortable bed. I wander if Niko will be there.
*bell rings*
FUCK YES. FINALLY. GOTTA BLAST.
As im making my way to the lockers rooms, the smell of onions makes its way to my nostrils. Smells like shrek's swamp.
Kms
I have finally updated this thing. Bless.
I had no idea what to do with this. Actually, I was just really lazy.so
YOU ARE READING
It Speaks
FanfictionNiko is in need of some good drugs, but instead finds himself in need for a sweater from the emo cross dressing kid at his school who isn't even sure if he speaks.
