Chapter 3

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I was going to read over the last one to make it fit together good, but I wrote this when I had no wifi and just in my notes

So sorry if it doesn't piece together that good.

~Rainbow Steve's POV~

"WAKE UP!" Sabre shouts and Blue Steve and Shark both jump out of bed. I slowly get out of bed, rubbing the tiredness out of my eyes before I actually stand up and walk over. I fell asleep last night with my gray sweatpants on, and my shirt was taken off in the middle of the night. (Don't make any dirty comments on why he didn't have a shirt..) Why? Because it was hot. I walk over to the small table that came with the room and see some plates of pancakes at each spot. Blue Steve and Shark both already sat down and started eating by the time I got there, Shark eating chocolate pancakes with whipped cream, chocolate syrup and sprinkles and some blueberry pancakes with whipped cream on top for Blue Steve.

Sabre gestures to the other open seat with some strawberry pancakes and whipped cream, topped off with a bit of sprinkles. (Fun fact, I hate the taste of whipped cream)

How did Sabre know I liked strawberry ones? I happily accept the plate though because I was starving, seeing as we didn't eat dinner last night and just went to bed. (Why? Because I was too lazy to add in them eating dinner. Any more questions?)

They were still warm, making my mouth water. I stab it with my fork and take a bite, and I immediately love it. "These taste delicious!" Blue Steve says and I nod, shoving another piece into my mouth. "Thanks, I make breakfast all the time so it was nothing. Anyone want coffee?" Sabre says and stands up. We all nod, and he starts asking what kinds we all want. I tell him my favorite kind, black and he hands it to me minutes later. (Fun fact: I actually hate coffee)

He brings Blue Steve his favorite, and then I am guessing the one he gave to Shark was his favorite. Sabre comes walking over with the last coffee, his, and then sits down and eats the breakfast.

When we all finish I go to wash the dishes but Sabre doesn't let me, insisting that since he made the mess he should clean it up. I sigh and let him to do the work and then go over to my bed. My head is propped up on the pillow and I am messing around on my phone, and at one point texting my mom.

***

Me: Hey mom, you up?

Mom: Yeah sweetie I'm up! How are you doing?

Me: Pretty good. I'm roomed with Blue Steve, as well as two other people. They're kinda suspicious looking though

Mom: Now honey, don't judge people by how they look, judge them by how they act.

Me: I know mom, anyways, how's the house doing?

Mom: Not that bad, your father didn't burn the house down last night when making dinner.

Me: omg lol

Me: Sorry mom but I got to go, my first class is starting in 10 minutes.

Mom: Okay sweetie, just text or call me after your first day. I love you!

Me: Love you too mom, and I will.

***

Good thing I happened to look at the time. When I get up to get my bag though; I see Sabre holding my multi colored one, Blue Steve's baby blue one, a green one and a dark blue one. Sabre hands me mine, and then he yells at Shark to get out of bed. I don't even give time to wait on Blue Steve before I leave out the door, and walk into my class room.

I glance at my schedule and then see I have Math first. (I was gonna be specific about what math class, but I don't remember and can't google it as I am writing this) Great. I sigh and walk into the room, an sit down towards the back. The seat I choose has a empty seat beside me, in case Blue Steve comes to this class.

I sit there for a few minutes, but soon Blue Steve walks in and then sets his stuff down at the seat beside me.

I then and smile to him and he smiles back, then he sits down. We talk for a bit, but stop when we see Sabre walk in, not long after Shark. "Excuse me sir, you can't wear that bandana over your eyes." The teacher says and then smiles politely.

Sabre must've told her no, because her loud voice is heard again. "Can you even see out of that thing?" She asks and I hear Sabre's response. "Yes I can ma'am," he says and then she takes slow steps around him. "What does that poster say then?" She asks and then he says something, sounding Spanish. I wasn't able to hear it all, but I sigh quietly when Sabre walks over to his seat next to Shark. Shark high-fives him and then the teacher starts class.

***

After the entire hour long, boring math class, me and Blue Steve compare schedules. We got a ten minute break now, and from the looks of it we have almost all the same classes! Well, other than the next class. This is pretty good though, I didn't think we were going to be so lucky.

At least we have the class right after lunch together, because that has always been Blue Steve's nap class and I would have to help him get the notes and stuff. We walk to our next class, and when we are there I realize it's actually Spanish. (Don't ask me for any Spanish, I got a 52% on my last test) Spanish has never been a class am good at, but not one I absolutely hate. Me and Blue Steve sit closer to the front of the room this time, because all the rest of the seats are taking already.

We talk for a bit before the teacher actually comes in and then starts to teach. I don't pay any attention in Spanish, and just draw in my notebook the whole time. Every once and a while Blue Steve will glance over and look at my drawing, then smile and give me a thumbs up.

He's always honest in his answers, so when he says that it I actually believe it. I smile back before I continue to shade (how dare you be fancy and shade things? I can't even make the damn shapes!) the hair of this person. It kind of reminds me of Blue Steve, so I decide to keep it as him. When the teacher isn't looking, I look over at him and start to get the small details of his body, yet I already knew most of them.

I even included the small scar on his left arm, the one he got from trying to defend me back in 4th grade. I can remember that day clearly; Nightmare Steve came over and then started to pick on me, and when Blue Steve saw it he defended me. We weren't even friends at that time, hell, we didn't acknowledge each other. But he got in a fight with Nightmare Steve, and Blue Steve got cut on his cross necklace. The cut never faded, and so now he has that scar.

Blue Steve lost that fight, and he was out of school for about a week. Me and my teacher talked, and I told her what happened and how I wanted to help him, so she let me miss school that week. I would go over to his house and help him, like with the ice packs and all that stuff. We talked a lot then, and became good friends.

I love that memory, and it's what I hold on to when everything else seems to go wrong. Blue Steve helped me with everything I keep secret, he helps with my past. He doesn't know, but he does. As I finish the drawing, the bell rings saying class is over. Everyone gathers their stuff and then seems to run out, but me and Blue Steve look at the schedules. This is the class we have separated.

We walk in different directions and make our way slowly to the class, and when I get there I flop my stuff down on a desk towards the back. A bit later, Sabre walks in and then sits beside me. "Mind if I sit here?" He asks, even though he's already sitting.

"I don't mind," I say shyly and then take out my drawing. I look at it, and smile. "So, Blue Steve isn't in this class either?" Sabre asks and I nod. My eyes don't part from the drawing of Blue Steve, and I let memories flow through my head. But the memories stop flowing when Sabre speaks again, "Why are you always so distant and quiet?" He asks and I look up. I've been asked that question before, and it didn't end well afterwards.

Well, it kinda did. I did become friends with Blue Steve after that. "Let's just say that I've not had the best times from speaking freely," I say and shutter from the memory.

Sabre just nods and then the teacher walks in. They start off by introducing themselves, and then they start to actually talk about the subject. Social Studies.

After one last miserable hour, the bell rings and I look at the clock. 11:55. Lunch time. Now I can go see Blue Steve, and get food. A win win. 

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