Michael's POV:
Next class was History and I was so lucky to have it with Christine, and even though she was seated at the opposite side of the classroom, it still helped to know that she was there.
*clap, clap* (meme review) "alright class!!" That was our teacher Mrs. Evelyn, she always started our lessons with two claps, signaling to everyone that it was time to shut up and sit down. But I couldn't help but think that every time she clapped, a meme died somewhere in the world..
"Pair up! Two and two, I don't want anybody left out!" Great.. the only person I actually knew in this class was Christine and I knew she had tons of friends she could pair up with, so why would she ever choose me??
Everyone walked around in the classroom, excited that they got to be with their best friend, while I, on the other hand, stayed seated while I waited out who was left for me to work with.
"Hey Michael!" A tiny ball of sunshine and happiness plopped down on the chair next to me. What was she doing??
"Christine?, what are you doing?" Wasn't she embarrassed to be seen with me??
"Wanna be my partner??"
"Seriously?!"
"Yeah! You seem like a real nice guy!"
"Sure then.." I couldn't believe it. Christine had just asked me if I wanted to work with her, without caring what other people might have thought! That brought a smile to my lips..
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After class Christine walked with me to my locker. She was so nice to me and I had no idea why, besides now i could put in a good word for Jer, that'd probably be appreciated. Once we reached my locker, Christine had spotted my backpack.
"Michael.. your backpack.." she stated softly.
"Yeah I know." I replied sternly, not wanting to bring up what'd happened just 1 hour ago.
"Wait a second-" she pulled out a marker from her pencil case.
"Christine what are you-" she cut me off before I could finish my sentence.
"Give me your bag!"
"Alright?" I gave her my backpack and she started writing something over the big bold letters.
When she was done she proudly showed me her work, she had drawn a big B over the letter G making the word FAB instead of FAG.
"What'd you do that for?!" Did she want me to get beat up?!
"I improved it! Fag isn't a nice word so now it says fab! Fab is for fabulous, and that's what you are!" She replied happily. Jake was so gonna notice..
"I'll wait for you at lunch!" She quickly told me before walking off to her own locker. What was going on?? Why did such a pretty, smart, nice, and funny girl want to hang out with me?? Didn't she have other friends?? That last question was dumb, of course she had other friends, which just confused me more..
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Micheal Mell x Rich Goranski
Fanfiction'There was something different about his eyes though, something I'd never really noticed before. Maybe it was the way they lit up when he was happy or laughing, or how they kind of looked golden when she sun hit them in the right places. Idk but it...
