Role!Swap AU - Be More Chill

Chapter One - More Than "maybe" Survive

“Hah, beat you once again, Mell.”

Brooke said, while laughing at Michael’s embarrassed face. Michael threw his controller on the floor. He stomped around the room, while yelling excuse after excuse, as Brooke kept debunking them all.

"Admit it, Michael. I'm player 1 material, that's why you always get stuck with the second controller.”

“This isn't even your console, Lohst.”

“Wow, calling me by my last name now, are we? C-O-P-Y C-A-T”

“Argh, shut up..”

“Awe, little Michael gonna give up to a girl?”

“Well, uhm, I-“ “Uhm, you? Hah, you're really something else, bud. Anyway, I should get home soon, first day of school tomorrow, right? We're gonna conquer it for sure!”

“Yeah, don't forget your sweatshirt though. I swear to god, why does one person need so many patches?”

Brooke smiled sheepishly as she took the sweatshirt and tied up her hair. She got up and walked towards the door. Before exiting, she turned back to Michael and waved. “Hey. Don't stress about tomorrow, ok? Everything's going to be just fine, you'll see.”

Michael nervously waved back at his best friend. Once she exited the room, he let out a big sigh and looked at his phone. 11.45 PM. He should probably get to bed soon, or shower, or eat, or anything other than being on pornhub till the morning and getting scolded by his dad. He looked around the room and sighed once more. Looks like it's going to be a porn filled night.

☆Time skip☆

“Come on! Go go! Argh, when will this stupid thing load? I need to get my fix.” Michael mumbles to himself loudly while staring at his laptop. He gives up and looks for his phone. He stumbles around the dark room, almost tripping over a few pieces of furniture here and there. After a few minutes, he finds his phone and turns it on, only to cringe as the light from the phone glared in the boy's face. After regaining his vision after a few moments of blindness, he looks at the clock. 7.15 AM.

He immediately rushes towards his closet and getting his famous stripped shirt and blue jacket. As he rushed towards the kitchen to get some grub, his shoe untied, causing him to fall down the stairs. It was only about 3 or 4 steps so, no major damage was cause, only some slight bruising. He let out a frustrated grunt as he walked toward the kitchen to get something to eat.

He was a bad luck magnet. Anything that could go wrong, can and will. He is an easily flustered type of guy and with the social skills equivalent of a rock. Short version, he was the exact opposite of cool.

Michael grabbed a slice of bread and headed out the door. Contemplating if it's a good idea to walk or just go ahead and take the bus. He decided with the ladder and went to the nearest bus stop. After a few minutes, the bus arrived. Big, yellow and looking like something leftover after radiating in Chernobyl for fifteen years. Inside, was actually a much worse story.

Michael got in the bus, only to possibly go deaf from all the yelling, throwing of objects and the band people who played their instruments on the vehicle. He sighed as he stared through the window, just waiting to get to school and away from the closed space of the equivalent of a battle arena, only it was just teenagers.