mrs all american | m.c.

5 ; chemical reactions

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Janay woke up around 10 and got ready to go to Michael's for the project. A pair of jeans, a band tee and vans. "and this is why they call you a white girl.." she said to herself while looking in the mirror one last time. Since it was a Saturday she waited until about 1 to walk over to Michael's, hopefully giving him enough time to wake up and get ready.

boy was she wrong.

"good morning....american," Michael opened the door with one hand and rubbed his eye with the other. He had on long Pokemon pajama pants and a black shirt. He lifted his shirt a bit, scratching his stomach, his green hair was matted and his red lips full and plump. He twisted his face up with a yawn and moved out of the doorway, motioning janay to come inside.

"you mean good afternoon? it's 1 o'clock in the afternoon michael.."

"oops.." he staggered into the kitchen like a drunk, only he looked more adorable and cuddly than any drunk. but janay imagines he'd be just as adorable if he was drunk.

"you look like you just rolled out of bed.." Janay laughed as he accidentally put his milk in the cabinet.

Michael stared confused and then realized his mistake. He placed the milk back in the fridge and took a sip from his full glass, "that's because I did.." he smiled triumphantly, with a milk mustache.

"so about this project.." Janay started to speak. Michael walked over to the table and hopped on top of it, "how about we make a poster?" she looked up from her notebook.

"a poster? seriously? what is this the third grade?" Michael smirked and hopped off his kitchen table. He strolled to the counter and grabbed a muffin that his mom had made fresh this morning.

"I say we make a movie.." he spoke, crumbs tumbling over his chin and on to the floor. Janay glanced down and twisted her face in disgust.

"a movie? and what do you suggest we make this 'movie' about?"

"sex! I mean sex cells of course.." Michael stuffs the remainder of the muffin into his mouth before continuing, "I mean you know how they say sex sells.. so why not make it about sex cells, eh? eh?" he wiggles his eyebrows up and down.

"Michael we're in chemistry, not life science."

"okay so what the fuck is chemistry then? are they both sciences? why does it matter?" He runs his fingers through his green hair, quickly frustrated that his idea was turned down.

"chemistry.." janay rolls her eyes, "is about chemicals and chemical reactions? the periodic table, you know stuff like that.."

"oh there is definitely a chemical reaction during sex.." Michael says in a know-it-all tone, "I mean.. if you do it right.." he smirks at himself, probably reliving some sexual encounter he had recently.

Janay rolls her eyes at his boy-ish actions and decides on the topic of the periodic table. Michael walks over and peeks down at her notebook.

"the periodic table? COME ON."

"we are not talking about sex cells michael that has nothing to do with chemistry sorry.." she laughs.

"sex has a lot to do with chemistry okay, without having chemistry with someone.. there's no sex."

"well.. there could be but then that's just meaningless, 'I'm-super-horny-and-you-were-the-first-thing-I-saw' sex"

"okay okay! enough about sex can we just.. do some research please?" Janay puts her hands up in surrender not wanting to her Michael's voice or the word sex ever again.

"fine fine.." he sighed and sat down in the chair next to her, "it's not like you and calum didn't almost do it." he mumbled but she didn't hear.

so this chapter was like from a narrator's point of view? idk if I like that yet but yeah sorry it's so short!

tomorrow is my birthday! (depending on when you read this) it's september 4th loool and i'll be turning 19 woo *insert confetti and balloon emoji*

just wanted to update before then bc I might get a job soon and then blah blah blah

but enough about me, I hope you all had an amazing first day of school and stuff love you guys lots !! xoxoxoxox

ps: do you ship manay (michael and janay) or jalum (calum and janay) more?

idk how to make ship names oops