the fairy | john bender ✅

twelve

"Shut up!" Claire hollers.

"You're feeling sorry for yourself," Andrew says.

"Yeah, well if I didn't nobody else would."

"Aw, you're breaking my heart." He places his hand over his chest, sighing dramatically.

"Andrew," Julian calls him.

"What?"

"You get along with your parents?"

"Do you?" Andrew asks, only for the male to sidestep it with ease.

"I asked you first, Clark. You answer first."

"Well," he shrugs, "if I say yes, I'm an idiot, right?"

"You're an idiot anyway, " Bender cuts in, walking towards the athlete. "But if you say you get along with your parents well you're a liar too." He's only able to get a couple feet away before Andrew shoves him.

"You know something, man, if we weren't in school right now, I'd waste you!" he threatens.

Bender turns around, pointing his middle finger at the floor. "Can you hear this? Want me to turn it up?" He flips his hand up, giving Clark a the bird.

"Hey, fellas-" Brian places his hands on the two, only to get pushed away. "I don't like my parents either, I don't—I don't get along with them. Their idea of parental compassion is just, you know, wacko!"

"You're a parent's wet dream, okay?"

"Well, that's the problem!" Brian responds.

"Look, I can see you getting all bunged up for them making you wear these kinda clothes." Bender waves his arm, making Brian look down at his clothing. " But face it, you're a Neo-Maxi-Zoom-Dweebie! What would you be doing if you weren't out making yourself a better citizen?"

"Do you have to insult everyone?" Andrew snaps.

"I'm just being honest, asshole!" Bender admits. "I would expect you to know the difference."

"Yeah, well he has a name!"

"Do you even know his name?" Julian wonders, butting in. Andrew opens his mouth, only to close it, nothing leaving his lips. "Hi, Brian," Jc waves. The latter waves back nervously.