A Ton Of Short 2doc Fanfics

Passing Notes

This story is a highschool a.u. Murdoc is a senior, and 2d a junior. @colorfulpanda38, you know my inspiration for this story
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Murdoc's POV

I strolled in late to biology, and plopped down in my desk. The teacher was blabbering on about genetics, like that's anything I'll ever use in life. Who needs science when you can pay people to do everything you could possibly imagine?!
    "Mr. Niccals, you're late. Will you tell us why?" The teacher crossed her arms. I could not believe she stopped her lesson to call me out!
    "Be'ause ah was takin' ah piss." I snarled. She gave me a disgusted look, and continued on with the lesson. I hated this class. The teacher, Mrs. Chopper, was awful. She was the mom of, guess who, Tony Chopper. That Irish tosser. I hated him.
    "That is way too much information." She snapped. I rolled my eyes. The blue haired boy next to me was staring at me. He slid a folded slip of paper onto my desk. I turned to glare at him, but he was looking down at his desk, fingers fumbling.
    I opened it, and smirked a bit.
    Hi. My names Stu Pot. Um...I'm realy bad with words, but i want too be friends. I was hopping youd be my best friend? We can get to now eahother! I always sit nest to you, but we never talk. i hope you atleast think about it!
    I snarled and crumpled up the paper, making damn sure he saw me do it. I sat it on the corner of my desk, planning to ignore it, but I kept wondering why the boy wanted to be MY friend. Why me, when I was known as Gay-lord, nerdoc, shitface...and so much more. After what felt like an eternity of staring at the crumbled paper, I reopened it. I sighed and pulled out a pencil, it had staples forced into it by yours truly, along with pen markings. I wrote back.
     Why not? Meet me after the last bell. We'll talk then.
    I passed it back, discretely. He perked up as soon as he saw the note. He opened it, vigorously, and reread it over and over. He turned and grinned at me.
    The rest of the day went by in a blur. Next thing I knew, I was smoking a cigarette, waiting outside the school. After a few minutes, the blue haired boy came stumbling out of the school.
    "H-hi" he stuttered. He was staring at his feet, which was kind of annoying, considering I hadn't seen his face well yet. 

"Loo' at meh" i demanded. He hesitantly rose his head, to look at me. I smirked when i saw his face. He was pale, and had bright blue eyes. He smiled and revealed he was missing  his two front teeth. His blue hair framed his face, messily. He looked so innocent. "Olright, pre'y boy, whot tha 'ell do yea 'ant ta be my friend fo'?" I asked, throwing the butt of my cigarette on the ground, and putting it out by stepping on it. 

"Ah really wanted ta be yewr friend since dey one, ah jus' di'n 'ave it in meh ta tell yew! " he admitted. He looked down again, and i traced my fingers across his jaw, making him look back up at me. Pur eyes locked.

"Stop lookin' down" i demanded. I saw a blush creep across his pale face, and dropped my hand. "Now le's go, we go' alo' ta do. " i started walking and he followed, bouncing along happily. He was my first friend in that hell hole of a school, and i was his.