[Discontinued, Being Rewritten] I'm gonna stay the night... | Ian X Leo

Fight!!!

Ian's POV

Leo's in the corner asleep from crying like a fuqing hurricane over My Little Pony. But why?! Friendship is boring!!! I walk over to the kitchen and pour myself a bowl of cereal. ((Writer 1: Coco Pops Chex Ma Boiii!!!)) I grab a spoon and walk back out into the living room to see Leo on the couch, taking up all of the available space. "Oi!! Leo!! Get off! Ma couch!!" "But it's my couch..." "Bish get the fuq off!!" "Ok, ok. I'm getting off." "Good!" Leo reluctantly and slowly rolls off the couch. "Oof.." He says as he hits the carpeted floor. I snicker, walking over to the couch and plopping me tiny body on it. "It's not faaiiir. You barely take up half of the couch!" "Not my fault, I'm not tall like you, you fuqing giraffe!" "That's offensive towards me!" "No, it's offensive towards giraffes!" "Gasp!" "Did you just fuqing say gasp?!!" "No." "Suspicious...." I whispered. "What was that?" Leo asked. "Nothing!" I shot back quickly. "Fine, time to go to school, little one." He said, bending down and ruffling my hair. I hissed at him and left.

At School...

Authors' POV/3rd Person

As Ian walked through the school gates, he was met with chaos, the sluts throwing themselves at people, the druggies smoking crack in the corner, the jocks beating up the rejects, and the nerds debating and playing chess. 'Too bad I don't fit into any of those groups.' He thought. He kept his head down and sneaked past all the cliques, not wanting to be stared down. He entered the school building and went to his locker, 314. He grabbed his stuff and closed the door, only for his face to be slammed into it. "Ow.." He heard laughing. He turned around to see Jeff, a 16yo who is taller than him, also his bully. "What do you want, Jeff?" Ian grumbled. "Isn't it obvious, gay boy? I want you gone!" 'Oh yeah, my ex exposed me to the world..' As Ian was thinking, he didn't notice Jeff grabbing his switchblade until he had swiped at his face with it, leaving a nasty gash. "You mother fuqer!!!" Ian yelled holding the side of his face.
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Writer 2: Really, 314?

Writer 1: What? Would you rather me put 3.141592653589?

Writer 2: How do you remember that?!

Writer 1: I just do. I'm not smart for nothing.

Writer 2: *Hmph* Meanie

Writer 1: Whaaaat?
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