Titles never cover it all

Liam

haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii  uh so this is my first story... hope you like! soooooo... i think that Liam looks like Thomas Brodie-Sangster lolol

THIS IS WHO VOICES FERB just some awareness

"So, llama, what you got to do today? is it another church lock in? i swear to god you're avoiding me," Janice teased. i grimaced and shrugged as i walked around to the left side of the car.

"sorry... this time the church is doing something with someone or whatever and my dad and i are required to go, so were really dragging our feet but we have to. and hey! it was only yesterday..."

" but you guys aren't even religious," she said as i jumped into the front seat.

"yeah, that's what he said," i said as i searched my pockets for my keys

a grin split her freckled cheeks as she turned to look at me,  her dark jade eyes twinkled and she started to wheeze. "see, that's just funny cause if you said she, it wouldn't make sense because you don't frick with female-" 

"language!"

"English! what i didn't say it!" 

Jan did that a lot- making obscure connections like because i love cats i hate cucumbers. Thats just a coincidence! well, did i really expect her to be sorry? ever since she caught me staring at a guy at lunch, i had been bombarded with questions from her until i cracked and came out to her. later that exact day, she confessed to me that she had never had feelings for anyone. we were waiting to find someone for her, but it soon turned out she was unofficially ace and we continued with our quiet little lives in the small town of  March Ides. (i know, what a tragic and depressing name) unlike all our cheery neighboring towns, this one was full of hostility, suspicion and old superstitious families resting on their laurels. so, i just chuckled and sighed, gripping the steering wheel of my car, my light caramel skin paling at the pressure. i pulled out of the quaint suburban neighborhood and just as we reached a intersection. we lived really close to the school, but we were unhealthy as frick so we didn't walk. but as we turned into the school, i narrowly missed a jaywalking stoner. i scowled and showed the idiot a bird and returned my attention to the road as Janice chuckled again

"its time for you to put on those godsdamn glasses. i still don't know why you wear those, you have perfect vision..."

"its too revealing of my true nature, Jan." i honestly don't know why  i don't wear them- i can barely read the board, but i'm an undercover nerd, what can i say? i had been wearing over sized sweatshirts, t-shirts and skinny jeans over the summer and i had decided to keep it up. i thought it made me look less nerdy, my dad thought it made me look skinny and Jan thought i looked like a "gay nerdy loser dweeb of a fragile sickish-looking asshole." it was sad that that was the things we thought  of as funny. but it was comfortable so i didn't give a duck what it said about my character.

we pulled into a random spot and jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped. "its your fault were late, dumb ass! you just had to prank my sorry ass! it wasn't even that funny, Ma made me erase it!"

OK, so it probably wasn't the best idea to draw inappropriate pictures on her window, but what can i say? yesterday she woke me up to her favorite glitch hop artist, TheFatRat. it wasn't bad music, but at 4 am, volume max?  that's just cruel. in our defense, our parents couldn't really stop us because we have ground floor bedrooms with glass doors facing each other... the temptation was too great.

we ran into class just as the bell rang- well, Janice did. in my rush away from my locker, i had slammed right into someone else's locker. Jan had ran right past just like the friend she was, leaving me dazed as the bell rang loudly, ringing in my ears. the door to math was still open, so i scrambled dizzily to my feet and ran crookedly to the entrance. but as i picked up speed, i saw Miss. Omerta, the teacher, her back to the door, holding the handle. my eyes widened and i tried to stop, but all i could do was cringe as i awaited impact. why do converse have to be so ducking slippery, i thought grimly right before the door slammed and i collided milliseconds later. i was sprawled on the ground, books strewn around me, but i didn't move a muscle. "why is it always me?" i muttered loudly. not even a ten seconds later, shoes squeaked along the hallway as  i started to sit up, rubbing my throbbing head. 

"you should have just opened the door, idiot" a cold, gravelly voice cut through the throbbing.

 "i honestly think you should have just been quiet right then, buster," i replied, with nearly as sass as Janice's mom. that woman was straight up savage. then i looked up, and desperately  wished i had not opened my mouth. Shayne Krown, the king of Ides High. he was made of stone, chiseled and carved as a statue, his tanned skin smooth and unblemished. his hair was so jet black that light reflected off of it, his eyes the brightest sea green i had ever seen. this was the player, the person beating up people while holding a cigarette. the one girls warned each other about. he will beak your heart for fun, and never look back- stay away. of course that never happened, and his reign continued. that, of  course, included me. what can i say? hes ducking hot. then i realized that he was already inside class. i caught the door right before it slammed and shook my head. don't you ducking dare start crushing on that piece of  shit, don't. you. dare, i thought as i slid discreetly into my seat next to Janice.

my heart had other ideas

OOF. was this too fast? well i actually quite proud of it seeing as rn i am uninspired, cant draw, cant sing cant FURKIN WRITE GOOD SHIT 

o well i hope i didn't scare you!

~~~~~baiiiiii my precious~~~~~