Chewing Gum

.18.

Mira P.O.V

I arrive back at the dorm, clutching onto shirtless Nayeon for dear life and stealthily replacing the one that was in Tasha's room. I wouldn't wanna get caught. After I put it down, I rush back to the front door to make it seem like I just got back.

"HONEY! I'M HOME!"

No reply? I try again.

"HONEY! I SAID I'M HOME!"

Nothing.

"ΠΩ ΠΩ ΡΕ ΜΑΛΑΚΑ! ΕΙΜΑΙ ΣΠΙΤΙ!"

(OH GOD ASSHOLE IM HOME)

Nope.

OH YEAHHHH! 

She was at her evening classes.

Oof...what a waste of energy.

I wander around the dorm looking for something entertaining.

Kitchen? No.
Bathroom? No.
Living room? No.
Ceiling? No.

hotel? trivago.

STOBH IT PEACHES!!

hey, who's the one writing here? Now get back to being gay.

Yes master.

Oh well, I was going to be bored. We all know that she never payed attention during class, so I let my mind wander off, thinking about what she could be doing.

She was probably either watching badly photoshopped Twice porn or reading one of her weasels. (Its complicated)

Hey, I'm not complaining though! Now I get the dorm to myself for a bit, not having to listen to Tasha's Hamilton rants or trying to convince her that gay Thai dramas are the best thing to grace gaykind.

But that's what usually occupied all my time.

I go to my room and throw on pajamas, not like I was gonna leave the house any time soon.

I was cozy. But bored. What do I do to occupy all this free time I never have?

I could try writing another gay speech!

So I sat down, in my desk, grabbed a pen, grabbed some paper, hung up shirtless Nayeon and Sana for moral support, and put the pen on the page.

YOU CAN DO THIS MIRA!

Ok. I got this.

Hello Fellow Rainbow Bagels,

I am Mira the Great and although you may not know, all of you are my little slave-minion thingies that I can control. I now command you all to be gay...and listen to my speech.

I put the pen down. That was enough for today. Now what should I do?

Author Nim Peaches Note: yEs, this is how I write speeches (I even used a similar speech to run for president in 6th grade and vice president in 5th...I won in 5th but then the kid who won in 6th- I can't rant about this right now...where were we? Ah yes. Oh and that's also how I get things done. I'll do like...2 sentences a day and that'll be pretty much it. Heheh low attention span...I talk to much, get back to enjoying this art!

dInG!

I know...I could dye my hair!

Tasha isn't home to stop me and tell me that I'll stain the bathroom! OH JOY!

I settle immediately for a soft pink.

Ok now what?

I dig through the cabinets looking for hair dye and all I come up with is 2 pennies, 3 rolls of toilet paper, and this weird pink stick that shook violently when I pressed a button. I think I saw Mingyu put it there once....

Don't wanna know what that is...

Ugh, I'll have to leave the house and go into the outside world...

I lazily drag myself over to my gayroom and throw on some merch. Big Bang hoodie and black jeans, along with my black Converses. My hair was already "done" from earlier, so that's one less thing to worry about.

I make a mental plan.

If I run to the store now, I can be back in 15 minutes, and get the hair dye in and settled in an hour. Perfect.

I dashi run run run to the Rite Aid down the block, all the way to the back of the store. I go to the hair dye section and...

Mr.Sipo? Picking...green? That'll be fun to see on Monday....

(Just so you know, as I was writing that, my phone fell onto my face and now my lip is bleeding profusely)

I slowly pull the hoodie farther down my head, as not to get his attention. I love him, (platonically, of course...ew that'd be sTrAigHt) but right now, I had limited time and had no clue when Tasha would be home.

I sneak around the back of the shelf and snatch a pink dye.

He doesn't notice. Phew.

I run to the cashier, who tried to hold a conversation. But, being the antisocial person I am, I have tricks for avoiding conversations. Such as not making eye contact and running away. That's exactly what I did.

I made it home 13 seconds early and practically teleported to my room.

I threw on a nasty old One Direction (ew...who listens to aMeRiCaN music?) tee shirt on that I couldn't care less about and went to the bathroom to begin the dying.

Weef I haven't done this in a while...

I put on Boy With Luv by BTS and totally follow all the instructions on the box...

(As all Greek Papous would say, directions are a scam...I don't understand how, but whatever, can't argue with an eighty year old)

When I was finally done, I was 3 minutes ahead of schedule! I put my hair in one of those little bag thingies and sat on the couch.

Bored, I created a mental list of all the benefits of having my hair dyed again.

Mira's Mental List Of Pink Hair Qualities:
1. wOaH, you'll look so much gayer
2. ITS THE COLOR OF BTS' PERSONA 
    ALBUM!!!
3. It'll be some sort of color against the ever
    black clothes you wear!
4̶.̶ ̶I̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶a̶m̶e̶ ̶c̶o̶l̶o̶r̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶b̶u̶b̶b̶l̶e̶g̶u̶m̶
5̶.̶ ̶I̶t̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶G̶w̶a̶c̶h̶a̶ ̶s̶m̶i̶l̶e̶ ̶U̶w̶U̶

The last two were unnecessary...

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       I'm so sorry this chapter is trash. I haven't been writing a lot recently and Cream has done the last 3 or 4 parts...thanks Taniya! It's also kinda late and I should be sleeping...I haven't stepped foot out of the house in three days cause of this English project, and I've just been a bit busy. And I'll admit it, I've sorta been staying up at night watching Sailor Moon rather than working on Chewing Gum...heheh...but yeah, I'm sorry for my inactivity and really trash chapter. I'll try harder to have a schedule!!!
                       Saranghae,
                               Author Nim Peaches