“so, what form do you want us to take?”
“huh?”
“pencil, notebook, piece of paper? what do you normally carry around?” michael asked, patronized. luke wacked the back of his head.
“hey! what was that for?!” michael huffed, rubbing the spot. “for being stupid. he has no idea what you’re talking about.” the blonde turned towards calum. “we’re going to go to school with you for moral support, or if you need to make a wish. we’ll do it every day. what do you usually take to school? like, something you always bring?”
calum looked down. “my doodling book.” he mumbled. “no wonder you’re failing.” luke exclaimed, face palming. calum shrugged. “i put notes in it too. i can never remember pencils, but patrick always has a spare or two.”
“i swear patrick is like your and pete’s form of god or something.” luke mumbled, burying his face in his hands. he then sighed and grabbed his wand, poofing himself into an eraser and michael into a notebook.
“there. now put us in your backpack and go, we’re gonna be late.” “oh shoot! the bus stop is like-“ before calum could finish his sentence, he was standing at the bus stop, backpack carelessly draped over one shoulder and his fairies in his hand. “whoa. you guys are good.”
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calum quickly took his seat on the bus in the seat next to patrick and pete’s. “hey cal.” patick said, waving a bit. “sup hood?” pete spoke, but he was only half paying attention for he was tracing the tattoos on his arm.
“hey pat. nothing much. you guys?”
and those two words caused a whole conversation about old people. a two minute conversation, but a conversation nonetheless.
the bus came to an abrupt stop, forcing all of the students to lurch forward and patrick having to stop talking about the game of fifa him and patrick had played over the internet [Idk if you can do dat buttttt]the night before.
it was weird, honestly, because the bus had never stopped here before. so that meant a new stop. and, of course, that meant a new student.
new students always scared calum because they were usually really big, tough guys who had gotten expelled from their last school for stabbing the principal or something. though, of course, the principal should probably be a bit more scared than calum.
but, the person who walked on the bus definitely wasn’t a big, ugly, tough guy.
it was a petite, cute, blonde haired boy with adorable glasses.
and in that moment, calum knew he was royally screwed.
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Fairly Gayparents {cashton}
Fanfiction“who the heck are you?!” “the best thing to ever happen to you.” “shut up michael, we’re your fairy godparents.” Or, a cashton fairly oddparents au in which calum needs some serious help, and michael and luke are exactly what he needs. maybe. [lower...
