The Bad Boy Stole My Pet Rock

Yogurt, Jojo, and Plasticsucc.

"But Yogurttttt. You promised."
Yogurt was annoyed. She always had to act like her best friend's mother, doing everything for him and also acting as his personal chauffeur. Yogurt didn't want to be the mom friend. She wanted to go do her homework instead of bringing her emo bestie, Jojo, to the vacuum shop.
In any other situation Yogurt would've jumped at the opportunity to go vacuum shopping with Jojo. But she had a test the next day in her Wigclapper class and she couldn't fail it. Or else.
Yogurt was a goody two shoes. She was the top of her 69th grade class, and never missed a single assignment. She did everything her pet rock (who was also her caregiver) Plasticsucc told her to. She hated doing things wrong and disobeying.
"Hey Yogurt! Are you even listening to me?" Yogurt was rudely interrupted from her thoughts by a gentle slap to the cheek. (Lol face cheek or...? c; )
"S-sorry Jojo. I zoned out for a second. But I can't go shopping today. I have to study." Yogurt spun around in a circle as an apology. It may seem weird, but that's how people in Yogurt's world apologize to each other.
"Awwww, bummer. I was really looking forward to getting the new XXX (c;) Vacuum that just came (c;) out yesterday." Jojo hung his head in disappointment.
"I promise I'll make it up to you once I have some free time on my hands." Yogurt put a hand on Jojo's shoulder. "I gotta go. Cya tomorrow Brofessor!" Yogurt turned around and ran off while Jojo stared at her ass because he thought she had a nice ass ok?

- Time: 7:15 p.m. - Location: Yogurt's bedroom. -

Yogurt threw her Wigclapper study book across her room, overcome with frustration. The book hit her wall and made a loud noise.
"Yogurt, what the fuck are you doing up there?" Plasticsucc called from downstairs. Plasticsucc was making dinner for Yogurt. And before you ask, yes, Plasticsucc is a rock. And yes, Platicsucc can talk and cook and do a lot of other things too.
"I'm studying!" She yelled back, getting out of her chair to go pick up the book. She felt kinda bad for throwing it. First of all, it's against the rules to abuse school property. And second of all, what if books had feelings? In this world it's actually very probable. Just saying.
In case this was indeed correct, Yogurt gave the poor book a quick kiss on its most likely germ-caked cover. Yogurt placed the book on her desk and turned towards her door at the opposite of the room. She failed to notice the faint blush spreading across the book's cover as she rushed out of the room to go get dinner.

- Time: 9:30 p.m. - Location: Yogurt's bedroom. -

"Warmchickenglow, Yogurt. Get to sleep quickly, you need to be well rested for your test tomorrow." Plasticsucc whispered while tucking Yogurt into bed (Warmchickenglow means goodnight in Yogurt's world.).
Yogurt was already asleep, her breathing slowed and relaxed. Plasticsucc smiled (or would, if Plasticsucc had a face) at her before walking out of Yogurt's room and closing her door on the way out.

- Time: 8:15 a.m. - Location: Yogurt's house. -

Yogurt was running late. As this was against her beliefs, she was freaking out. She pulled on her thigh high socks before quickly flossing her teeth with a hair she found on the floor. She grabbed a piece of toast, put it in her mouth, and rushed out the door. Jojo was waiting for her outside. He looked really tired, like he hadn't gotten any sleep. But Yogurt knew he got sleep because he always looked like that anyways.
"I'm so glad I don't have a test like you do. I would totally fail it." Jojo grumbled as he walked side by side with Yogurt.
The school was a ten minute walk away. Usually Yogurt enjoyed the walk but this morning she was worried about arriving to school late. If she was even ten seconds late she would seriously consider jumping off the top of the school building.
Jojo noticed her expression and laughed slightly. "You're going to get there on time. Don't worry. Besides, why is it such a big deal anyways?"
Yogurt frowned at Jojo. "You know me, Jojo. Being late is breaking the rules, which is something I most definitely cannot do."
Jojo rolled his eyes and picked up the pace a bit. Yogurt matched his pace to his and they continued to make small talk until they arrived at the large Rubbertrain School (Rubbertrain School is basically the equivalent of our High School, but more like a mix of High School and College. The school system in Yogurt's world is extremely confusing.).
The two arrived on time with 3 minutes and 47 seconds to spare. Once inside, Jojo and Yogurt parted ways in the 23rd floor hallway. Yogurt walked to the end of the hall and stopped in front of a small door with the words "Room 28847" printed in black letters on the top of it. Yogurt placed her hand on the door handle and took a deep breath before yanking the door open.

To Be Continued...