Motionless In White One-Shots

Tradition (Devin)

(Warning: Smut)

My best friend and I liked to pull tricks on each other. Whether it be drawing dicks on each other's work or just throwing things at each other, it didn't matter. Devin and I were like a match made in heaven- we were the only ambiverts in the whole town. He would typically stay quiet, even being a bit snarky while I would talk for him, letting him defend me when I needed it. We just fit together, and we expressed how we were feeling by the jokes we pulled on each other.
That's why I was getting a bit concerned when he started pulling my pants down in public.

I snickered childishly when Devin covered his mouth and began to gag on the taste of a stink bomb I hid in his locker. I could almost see the putrid green stink leaking out of his usually tidy locker. 'I'm gonna fucking kill you.' I could vaguely hear him cough, stepping away from his locker as I skipped away, savouring my victory.

'"...and that's why Evil Dead 2 is the greatest movie of all time."' My tall friend, Chris finished with a goofy smile on his pale face. 'It's good, but I'd suggest changing the intro. Dumb it down for the idiots in English.' He suggested, handing me my essay.
'Thanks, man. You're the best.' I skimmed through it, beginning to think about what I could change until I felt cool air hit my bare legs. I immediately dropped everything in my hands and turned around, staring at my short-brown haired friend. 'Devin! What the fuck?' I shouted, completely ignoring the stares I was getting from the people around me. My skinny jeans pooled around my ankles and rage boiled in my chest.
'Take that, bitch!' He shouted before speeding down the hall. I usually didn't get angry at him when he embarrassed me but I was wearing pink undies that day so I was beyond embarrassed.
'That was a bit weird. Nice undies, though.'
'Shut up Chris!'