ALRIGHT! Welcome to thatstereokid and crimsonbloodyrose's co-written story. So yes! Enjoy!
(Sorry for crappy photo editing. Aubry is suppose to be Blond. Photo at side)
Chapter One; The Project
(Brent's POV) -thatstereokid
Mmm...smells like pie
"...and so, your goal is to pick one documentary topic..."
Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? That's right, SPONGEBOB DOES!
"...between twenty minutes and an hour long..."
That's Elmo's, that's Elmo's, that's Elmo's WORLDDDD!
"Mr. Essery!"
I jumped in my seat and faced the front of the board. "Yes, Sir?"
"What did I just say?"
A tall, towering man stood over my desk in his bifocals, breathing his cigarette musk into my freshly dyed maroon hair. Eww. I hastily brushed my bangs away from the red bandanna across my forehead, saving my poor hair from that rancid smell.
"Mr. Essery, what did I say?" He repeated, then peered at me curiously.
"Something about..." I blanked out. All I could think about was how someone smelled like pie and- OH MY GOD, I literally saw the cutest Spongebob shirt in Target yesterday! It was one of those where his holes were glow-in-the-dark and-
Ehehe. I giggled to myself. That sounded dirty. Dirty Brent.
"Mr. Essery," my teacher finally sighed. "We are making a documentary about someone- a classmate, in fact, that you'd like to get to know better. It has to be between twenty minutes and an hour long."
Wait. What? "You mean I actually have to work!?" I tipped my chair back on two legs and set it forward again. "Are you serious?"
Everyone tittered. "Yes, Mr. Essery. You actually have to work." My teacher feigned shock and tapped my desk as soon as the bell rang for lunch. "Dismissed! This is due in a month! Get your proposal signed by me!"
I jumped up from my seat and hit my knees on the bottom of my desk. "Owwwie!" I cradled my poor knee and got up slowly, resembling a crippled beanpole.
That was what I was- a 5"11 walking beanpole, an accident waiting to happen. Avery was already waiting for me by the door, tucking her short hair behind her ears. She resembled Betty Boop, with her wide bust and her short hair.
"Hey Brent," she purred, tickling her fingertips along my arm. "How's it going?"
"Avery, I'm gay. Stop it." I swatted her arms away. "I'm doing fine."
"Great! We'll be in the Cafeteria, yeah?" she ignored my comment and batted her eyelashes at me. I nodded, heading to my locker and hitting my head on one of those poles above the classroom doors.
I mean, seriously. Who puts poles above classroom doors? It's stupid, it's unnecessary, and it's Seattle. Why on earth would Seattle put poles-
Hehe. Poles. I like me some pole dancing!
"Hey Brent!" someone called as they walked past. I smiled and waved at various people until I got to my locker and fiddled with the combination. 15, 27, 31. Then again. 15, 27, 31. And again.
"GODDAMMIT WHAT IS WRONG WITH YO-"
With one punch of a fist from behind me, it snapped open.
"Oh." I blushed.
