Paranoid Park (boyxboy)

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(Mikey's P.O.V)

I didn't know how to tell Andy that my Mom knew about us. So, I didn't. It was the end of February. But, its March 1st and Andy's birthday is on the 21st. I had no idea what to get him as a present.

"What's wrong?" Andy whispers in my ear.

We were in the middle of Physics, 6th period. His eyes were tired, and bags were under his eyes. He still looked cute. We were out all night with our friends, came straight to school with nothing but the clothes on our backs.

"I'm just really tired, maybe a bit delirious," I chuckle.

He was wearing a blue button up with black buttons over a gray shirt with a sentence on it. His dark jeans were still slung low, somewhere along his ass as he bent over the lab table.

"I know how you feel," he smiles, all teeth showing.

   It makes me remember this stupid picture we took in front of some random bowling alley early this morning. I was still wearing my black snapback, the back of it digging into my forehead, and the blazer I was wearing was feeling a bit stuffy, and now the shirt I was wearing with Marylin Monroe's face on it felt too big. I felt like a doofus next to him.

    "Hey, Andy, catch!" someone yells.

But before I turn around, a huge graduated cylinder goes flying past my face and Andy catches it.

"Andy! Do you know how to do anything right?!"  Mr.Hollister yells.

My eyes dart quickly over at Andy with some apprehension.

"Sorry, won't happen again," Andy answers quickly, setting down the cylinder softly onto the lab table.

"Good, I don't want to have to call your Mother," Mr.Hollister grumbles.

The class laughs and snickers, but Andy stands with his head down, spinning a beaker round and round.

"Fuck him, Andy, the old man doesn't-"I start.

"Don't, I wasn't even thinking of it," he whispers vehemently.

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"Bet you can't throw the can over the wall," Issac yells.

Andy gives a wicked smirk before picking up the dirty Sprite can and chucking it over the high and moldy wall of a handball court.

It goes high in the sky before quickly falling over the wall with a clang. Issac, Daniel, Nick, Eli, Mark, Sam, and Gabriel all whoop and makes sounds, clapping him on the back.

"That's how you do it," Andy laughs, loud and proud.

The park we were in was a couple blocks away from Paranoid Park. Andy didn't want to really bring anyone else there, I told him he was acting like a girl and he punched me hard in the arm.

"Are we gonna' stay here for another hour or we going somewhere else?" Issac yells from the other side of the wall.

Andy looks over at me with blown pupils before smiling lazily, pink lips spreading across his face.

"You wanna' leave, sweetheart?" he asks quietly.

I glare at him as he snickers lightly.

"Don't call me that, and yeah, let's go," I growl.

So we run around, being loud and disrupting people's sleep, throwing change at the homeless, going into stores and just looking, even as the people that worked there watched us with weary but sharp eyes. We bought 33 burgers from McDonalds because we were all high. And by the end of the night we ended up infront of some old run down bowling alley.