"Alright then. I, Troy Harrington, promise not to laugh at mike. Now tell me more about youuuuu." He whined, continuing to work on the project.
Mike giggled at how desperate Troy was to hear about Mike's super-boring life story.
"Mine isn't near as bad as yours, but, when I was younger, I uh...I really liked dolls. Not like, Barbie dolls, but stuffed dolls. I liked playing with them 'n stuff. Then one day four year old me left my dolls in my room. We were in the midst of having a deep conversation on dinosaurs, when I had to use the restroom. Eight year old Nancy walks in like the biggest ass ever and draws all over my dolls face with markers and mom's lipstick. God, it was awful. I didn't talk to her for a week after until mom forced us to make up."
Troy snickered, covering his mouth with his hand to try and hide it from mike. "Troyyyyy! You said you wouldn't laugh!" Mike whined, punching him in the shoulder playfully.
"Oh calm down, Doll princess, it's funny, course I'm gonna laugh." Troy chuckled at the new nickname, earning himself another punch in the shoulder. "I'm gonna kill you Harrington," he said playfully. "Not if I kill you first," Troy replied with a smile. The two shared a glance for a few seconds before going back to painting and glueing. Before they knew it, the project was coming together nicely.
"Mike, I need to tell you something..." Troy eventually said, breaking the silence between the two of them. Mike looked up from the hot glue gun, "hm?"
"Your diary-" but before Troy could finish, Mike cut him off.
"You read it."
You read it.
How did mike find out? That was going to be his own keep-to-yourself type thing.
"N-no I didn't...."
"Troy stop being stupid I watched you read it in the hallway. That's why you were late. The teacher was taking attendance and told me to check and see where you went, and I found you in the hallway reading MY diary. So I left without saying anything." Mike responded calmly.
"You're not...angry?" Troy said nervously, his palms becoming incredibly sweaty.
"No. Not anymore, at least. 'S why I was kinda pissed earlier today. Especially because you lied to me about it."
Mike was right. Troy did steal his diary and read it. He did lie about doing it. He did get them both in even more trouble than they were already in.
There was an uncomfortable silence for a long while, just the two working. The only things you could hear were the air conditioner and the sound of glueing and painting, and every so often the sound of someone hissing in pain from being hurt from the hot glue.
Troy hated the silence. He noticed mike had stopped working for a bit as well, taking a break. "Hey...mike?"
"Yes?"
"You think other people will judge us for hanging out?" Troy asked. "Well that depends what you consider hanging out," Mike shrugged. "Why's it matter?"
"I just- don't want you to get picked on anymore than you already do, you know? And now that we're friends-"
Mike raised an eyebrow, "were friends?" Friends. That's a weird name for Troy. He never thought he'd be calling him friend. Every other time it was dickhead, mouthbreather, asshole, jackass, you get the idea.
"O-only if you want to- I just thought..." Troy trailed off, looking down disappointedly.
"No, I want to...I just figured the only reason you were being nice to me was because of this stupid project.."
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Bully// Mike Wheeler X Troy Harrington✔️
Dragoste"If you don't mind me asking, what are the family issues?" He asked, setting down his paintbrush and paint to listen to Troy talk. Troy did the same, "well, you see, my mother and father both died in a car accident, so of course I moved in with Stev...
