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I'm gonna try to make the chapters longer so I don't have a million 300 word chapters and I'll have 500-700 word chapters but it might take a little longer to write them so

Mikey's pov

"I'm uh... I'm Mikey and um, I don't know their names, they're kinda slacking off." Mikey whispered the last part because he was pretty sure the girl could drop kick him across the country if she wanted to. Pete stifled a laugh and looked down at the sheet they had to follow the instructions from "this project is really simple though, so we don't really need them to help" Pete whispered. Mikey didn't know why he felt butterflies around this Pete kid, he wasn't exactly Mikey's type, he was emo and short and quirky, so Mikey should think he was annoying. Mikey did think he was annoying, but he still felt like he was gonna throw up any second he was around him, but in a good way. If that's possible. He went to the supply closet to grab paint and styrofoam to make the planets out of, and he doesn't care if he loses points for putting Pluto in the presentation, because it is still a fucking planet and no one can convince him otherwise.

Pete ends up getting paint everywhere, staining Mikey's uniform pants, which he only had one pair of as he bought mostly skirts, and getting it in his hair. The girl and boy that were supposed to help just looked annoyed when Mikey and Pete were too loud when laughing or got paint too close to them. The bell eventually rang and they set their project on the counter to dry so they could get some more planets done tomorrow, and they went their separate ways. Mikey didn't see Pete all day, he didn't have any classes with him but he usually saw him in the halls, so he assumed Pete went home and back to bed. He looked like he needed it anyways. When school ended and Mikey got back to the dorm room he was going to ask Brendon if he thought it would be a bad idea if he wore one of his skirts tomorrow, as he didn't want to clean his pants and was going to end up wearing the skirts everyday anyways. He wanted Brendon's opinion because he was more popular and could point out who was a homophobic to avoid, and he was honest enough to tell him if he thought Mikey should wait a little while longer. However, Brendon was out, he left a sticky note on the fridge saying he would be back soon, he was "studying with some emo kid for geometry." How did Brendon even need to study? This shit was easy as fuck and he wasn't even as stupid as he may have looked? Whatever Mikey didn't feel the need to be in Brendon's business, so he decided that he should call his mom, because he had been here for a few days and hadn't talked to her. She was always his best friend since she was his only choice in friends, and they talked for a while before Brendon unlocked the door and Mikey said he had to go, and that he would talk to her later.

Brendon walked in and dropped his bag, he looked slightly drunk, but as far as Mikey knew he hadn't had anything to drink all day. Considering the state he was in this morning Mikey thought Brendon wouldn't even be going near another drink in a long time. He snapped his fingers in front of Brendon's face,
"Earth to breadbin urinal? You in there?"
Brendon seemed to come out of his daze and playfully shove Mikey away fir making fun of him.
"So I have a question," Mikey murmured, "I'm a lazy asshole and don't want to wash the only pair of uniform pants I have, do you think anyone would give me a hard time if I wore a skirt tomorrow? Because I can wait a few more weeks if I need to but you know the people here better than I do."
Brendon looked thoughtful for a second before deciding "I don't think anyone would care. If they do, they're an asshole and I'll politely shove their face into a wall, or I would if I didn't have the strength of an iguana, so I'm sure that counts as something."
"Okay, great." Mikey stated, a little more enthusiastic but still wracked with nerves. He told himself it would be fine and that he has handled it before, and the teachers wouldn't let people bully him.

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