be more chill short stories

bathroom kisses • bicycles | jerich

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This story contains swearing and drugs (smoking weed).

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I sat in the cold bathroom, staring at the vulgar writing on the bathroom stall. I flinched back when I read a couple about me. "Stupid Squip," I groaned, slouching on the toilet seat.

My body perked up when a noise erupted from the quiet bathroom. The door had opened and I heard soft footsteps on the dirty tile floor. I froze, anxiously holding my breath. Loud, creaky stall doors sounded as a pair of shoes walked from one stall to the other.

SLAM

A large noise erupted from the door of my stall. I jerked back, hitting the back of my head on the wall loudly. "Ow! Shit!" I muttered quietly to myself. I heard a slight chuckle as I scratched my head.

"Tho, tall ath, hiding in a thtall away from your problemth again, huh?" I heard a familiar voice from the other side of the door. I noticed who it was immediately, the heavy lisp gave it away. 'I knew I recognized that laugh,' I groaned in my mind before answering. "How'd you know it was me?" I asked, wanting to avoid the question he had asked.

"Thoeth. Pluth, I know you would hit your head on the wall," the short boy scoffed like I should've known. Glancing at my shoes briefly, I responded, "Everyone has Converse, how'd you know it was me?"

"Becauthe I drew a dick on them latht Thaturday," he reminded me, laughing. I looked down again, examining them for a longer time. "Right," I sighed.

"Let me athk one more time. What are you doing in here?" Rich asked. Hearing his body lean against the door, I inhaled deeply before talking. "Crying to myself because I just thought about Michael again. I guess you could say I'm hiding from my problems," I breathed as my eyes swelled up with tears, "I'm so pathetic."

"Dude, you gotta let that go. He wath better off without you," I winced, taking the last part as an insult, before Rich quickly stepped in again, "I-I mean, not in a bad way. But, maybe he'th not meant for you. In my opinion, I'd rather get with thomeone elthe than be in a one thided relationthip."

"Yeah, but, that's the point. Nobody likes me!" I said in defeat. I heard Rich let out an annoyed grunt. "Yeah, right."

"So, why are you here?" I asked, changing the subject. He shifted a bit before saying, "Uthing the bathroom, duh." I lifted my eyebrow in suspicion, "You used the bathroom last period." I heard Rich huff loudly. "Thkipping clath," he paused for a bit, "Hey, get the fuck out of there it'th pretty awkward talking to thomeone on the other thide of the thtall."

Before getting up, I scoffed, "Yeah, like you haven't tried to build a conversation with me while grinding against a urinal." I opened the door, seeing him glare at me because of my last statement.

"Dude, your eyeth are thuper puffy. How long have you been in here?" I heard Rich as I bent down to splash water in my face. "The whole period." I answered blankly. I stood up straight again, wiping my face with the sleeve of my sweater to dry it.

I looked back at him, his faced scrunched up with concern. "Well, I'm going back to clath, nerd," he remarked, shoulder checking me on his way out. "Thee you tomorrow!"