Band-Aids On Bruises

Friendship

"What are you doing D?" The sun is shining down on us as we walk to our school.

"Walking backwards." Not a cloud in the sky, as we start our decent down the hill we live on.

"I can see that, but why?" 

"I don't know."

I sigh, shrugging my backpack strap to my other shoulder while watching Dustin start to skip backwards, down the hill. His eyes focused on me.

"Dust, you're gonna fall." I chuckle as he sticks his tongue out at me, his blond curls bouncing off his forehead.

"Psh, I've done this hundreds of times," he flashes me a smile "and how many times have I fallen?"

"Hundreds." He's such a loser, but he's my best friend. I notice the crack in the sidewalk that Dustin always seems to forget "3..."

"Why are you counting?"

"2..." He doesn't stop skipping though "1..." The back of his shoe gets caught in the crack and I watch him fall in slow motion. His brown eyes go wide the moment he feels the tiny crevice, his arms start flailing and waving around in every direction, and his body starts to lean. At the last second though, he manages to twist himself so he can stick his arms out to cushion the 'blow'.

The moment he hits the pavement I hear a quite string of curses being muttered under his breath. "What a surprise!" I put my hands up to my face in fake shock "You fell again!" I peer down at him "You okay D?"

He looks up at me and our eyes meet, and suddenly a smirk starts to grow on his face "Hey Fisher," he props himself up with his arms "Do you have a band-aid? Because I scrapped my knee falling for you."

I groan, he's said that every time that he has fallen in front of me. Even the first time we met. "Honestly? Again?" I shake my head "You're so lame."

He stands shakily "You love me though." then hisses in pain "In all seriousness though, I think I actually scrapped my knee." he chuckles and scratches the back of his neck "Stop laughing!"

His face goes red and causes me to laugh even more. I'm still giggling when I open up my backpack and start searching for a band-aid "Yeah, yeah. I think I've got one..." finally I find one and pull it out.

Handing it to him, I bat my lashes and say in a baby voice "Do you want me to kiss it better, muffin?" My answer is a punch in the arm. I'll take that as a no.

"Come on, let's get to school. If we're fast we might only be five minutes late." he mumbles after rolling up his pants leg and putting the band-aid on his bleeding knee.

"Sure" I reply "Race you!" and run off. I hear him shouting behind me about how I'm a cheater and that he deserves a head start because he's got a injury. Being the good friend I am, I start running faster.

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When we arrive at the school, we both are sweaty messes. "You...are...an...ass." Dustin pants while bending over as if he was going to throw up.

"We got here before the bell though," I point out "so you should be thanking me." I grab his shirt and drag him into our high-school "Don't be a baby."

We arrive at our lockers with time to spare. It's really convenient that they are right next to each other, and I remember that was one of the main things that helped us become good friends. That and the fact that we also lived by each other, were both transfer students from England, and had similar interests and views on life.

A couple girls wave at me, and I feel Dustin tense beside me. After returning the gesture to them, I glance at Dustin "You know, just because you're gay doesn't mean you have to be rude to girls."

"That's not the reason..." he mumbles and opens his locker. A basic way to tell me that he doesn't want to explain himself.

Shrugging, I open my locker as well and place my backpack inside and pull out my textbooks. "Whatever then, let's just get to class before the bell ri-" as if on queue the bell let off a loud noise signalling that classes were about to start.

Dustin grabs my hand and pulls me towards the staircase that will take us to our class. "Slow down Dust! I don't want to get to math this much!" he scoffs and continues to march down the hall.

"Well, we kinda need to learn this garbage for some reason." he hisses "but we came skip gym tomorrow if you want." looking back at me he flashes me a goofy smile and lets go of my arm as we enter the classroom. I make a face at him as I go to my desk, then sit down and wait for class to begin.

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By the time lunch finally rolls around, I'm starving. Dustin and I grab our lunches and head outside for once. We joke about the stupid things that happened in our classes today as we eat, and I have to admit the grass tickling my legs and the warm sun on my face feels nice.

"We should really come outside more D." I announce at one point "I could get a tan for once."

He laughs "You? Get a tan? Sorry, but you're pale as a vampire." he continues to laugh "And besides, I have important things to do."

"Like sitting on your couch using your laptop?"

"Exactly."

We continue the friendly argument about if I could get a tan, or if Dustin could ever do anything active without killing his lungs.

Then some girls strut past us. One of them turns and notices me, then nudges her friends. "Oh! Hiiiiii Fisher." they recite in perfect harmony while looking at me. I smile and flex my muscles a little, causing them to blush and giggle before wandering off. I turn back to Dustin and laugh.

"It's so funny to watch them get all flustered and embarrassed." I remark. Then I catch him staring at my arms, and we make eye contact.

He's begins to blush a little and utters "Yep" while looking at the ground "totally."

I quirk my eyebrow, I know he had a crush on me when we first met but he said he had gotten over it. Was he lying? We both begin to pack up our stuff, and I decide I'm going to question his actions.

"D, do you h-!!!" I begin until he suddenly shouts "ANYWAYS!" cutting me off while picking up his bag.

"The bell is about to ring, so we should get inside." he stands and speed-walks to the front doors "Come on." he bounces a little and taps his foot in an impatient gesture.

I laugh and stand to follow him.

This isn't over.

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Welp. There was chapter 1. It's pretty bad, but still better than the one I made before. I'm gonna update it again soon. Picture at the top isn't mine, it was made by TheArtShark because Fisher and Dustin are our O.C.s so yeah.