Loving You Too Much ; Septiplier

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Enjoy this completely unrelated pic of Michael and his pupper.

Seán's P.O.V.
I turn over and reach for my phone. I grab it off of the night stand and push the close button. I then unlock my phone and go directly to Instagram.

I start to scroll, annoyed by the lack of updating. I go to my search for the suggested and open Mr. Fischbach's page. I see he dyed his hair blue on Friday. I creep for a few more minutes, admiring his body.

I sigh before sitting up, clearing the app. I let go of my phone, leaving it near my pillow. I swing my legs off my bed and stretch. I stand and walk to the bathroom. I turn on the light and scratch my stomach. I look in the mirror and see that the cuts are healing better than I thought they would. I do my business and wash my hands.

I turn off the light and leave the bathroom. I lean over my bed and grab my phone, clicking it on to check the time. 7:16 am

"Good, now for an outfit." I say, setting my phone back on the bed. I push off the bed and walk to my closet. I open it, scanning through the shirts. I eventually pick out a red Super Mario tee shirt. I slip it on before walking to my dresser, opening the top drawer. I grab a pair of black socks and some skinny jeans. I set the socks on my bed and shimmy into my jeans. I walk to the closet and search the bottom for my red converse. I finally find them and go back to my bed. I slip on my socks, then my shoes. I grab my phone and check the time again.
7:29 am

"Oh fuck! The bus will be here any minute!" I say, running out of my room. I run down the hallway into the kitchen and check the fridge. "Of course it's empty. Why wouldn't it be?" I mumble sarcastically, shutting the fridge. I turn to see my dad's new fling, Amber. She was leaning against the door frame. I stood there, looking at her.

"Do you need a ride?" She said, pressing her body against the frame. She was in a white tank top, her bright blue bra showing through. Her shirt had ridden up and I could see her belly, her gross tattoos. She had no pants on and her hair was messy. Her eyes were puffy and they were only like that when they'd been drinking.

I sigh, leaning back against the fridge. I opened my mouth to say 'yes' but was interrupted by my father pushing past her. "He doesn't need a ride from you. Fags can walk to school." He says, shoving me to open the fridge. I stumble but catch myself on the counter. I move to the door as Amber walks off.

I walk through the living room and grab my backpack from the hooks near the door. As I open the door I mumble, "Well good morning to you too, dad." With that, I shut the door and go to the side of the house. I grab my bike and leave the driveway.

I bike to school before chaining my bike up. I run up to the school, hearing the bell ring. I throw open the door and run inside. I run down the hall and up the stairs. I go straight to my class and catch the door as she shuts it.

I walk in and sit down. I lay my head on the desk, wanting to disappear.
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I jump up, realizing I fell asleep, only to see a very cute shy girl that normally sits in the front of row. I shake my head and apologize.

"I'm so sorry that you had to wake me up."

"No no, it's really no problem. Um.. if you need to borrow my notes, you can. We went over stuff for the exam next week." She says, adjusting the books in her arms.

I smile, "thank you so much. That'd be amazing! Do you think I could borrow them for the night and give them back tomorrow?"

She nods, "of course!" She sticks the notebook towards me and I grab it. "Just don't forget to give it back, ok?"

"I promise I won't forget." I take the book as we both hear,"Get out of my class! I don't have all day."

After that, we figure out a plan to meet the next day so she can have her notes back.