Another Love Story <3 (Quackity X Obama)

Chapter 2:

The morning of the first day
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Groggily Alex stretches yawning from the little amount of sleep he had gotten. The first day of hell on earth, also known as school. It was an exciting day for the elementary school students, but even the middle schoolers didn't know hell until they went to high school.

It was like every kid got on steroids the second you walked into school. A jungle gym full of the wanna Billy's and the people who rode their tractors to school. It just couldn't get any worse from there. At least, that's what Alex was hoping.

Getting up from bed he managed to shuffle his way towards the bathroom to shower. After all, no one wanted to be that stinky ass kid in class. It was meant to be the day that Alex finally chose to be a chad meaning he had to start looking like less of a loser.

After washing up he makes his way downstairs, backpack already over one shoulder while he heads to the table. His dad already placed out his breakfast which was just scrambled eggs. Nothing to special. Besides, the scrambled eggs couldn't hide the smug look on his dads face as he sat there drinking some coffee.

"Why do you look so smug this morning?" Alex finally asks slightly annoyed that his dad didn't say anything to him the second he walked down the stairs. He usually had a dad joke ready to fire but this time was different, he acted like he knew something.

"Oh nothing~" his dad tries to gesture away with a sly smile. Alex was anxious, did he find something in his room before he woke up? No, there was no way since Alex never actually had a life or anything to hide. After all, he was a bottom. "I just ya know, was going to see if you slipped in the shower and just heard some singing. Britney Spears really doesn't seem like your style of music but I suppose if you were going to come o-"

"DAD STOP TALKING RIGHT NOW!" Alex yelled knowing his dad was about to call him gay. Britney was an idol, his dad would just never understand. Was it true that he was singing toxic in the shower? Maybe, but the world may never know. Or at least that's what he was hoping. His face changed from a normal pale color to tomato. Danny could only laugh at his sons embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I just had to point it out son. Not every dad can accept their sons girly music choice." Danny shrugs off before taking a sip from his coffee. What Danny failed to realize was it was still too hot to sip causing him to burn his tongue and almost spit the coffee right back out.

"It's not girly and that's what you get for pointing out my amazing singing!" Alex yelled again before shoving a fork of scrambled eggs into his mouth. He was trying to not look as embarrassed as he was since he would have to take the bus to school. His dad may be well off but he continues to explain to Alex that he won't get any car from him. That just wasn't gonna happen.

Though this thought just made Alex even more annoyed he always accepted his fate of riding the yellow Twinkie bus. It's not like many kids actually rode the bus anyways. Majority of the time there was basically only ten kids in at a time. Alex simply sighs at the fact that he was going to be bored on this bus yet again and continues to eat his breakfast. His dad noticed the sigh but decided to ignore it and waited for Alex to be gone for school.

Alex finished his food, placing the plate in the sink. He went to stand by the door waiting for the bus to finally pull down the path. Once he did hear the tires he headed out not looking back or saying goodbye to Danny. It just wasn't worth the time and if he wanted to be a Chad he had to show how he wasn't daddy's little boy anymore.

As he climbs on the bus he notices the three people who were already on were either on their phones or drooling while sleeping with their arm somehow resting on the windows small metal frame. Greeting the bus driver with a nod he makes his way to the back of the bus and decides to take the whole row for himself. Blasting music he began tooning everything and everyone out. It was none of his concern what they all were doing so he just simply minded his own business feeling each bump from some bigger rocks in his gravel road.

It wasn't until a couple blocks later when Alex notices a new face waiting at the corner. With a My Little Pony bag and sparkling converse Alex took notice to the details of the new students face. He couldn't help but try and hide the smile on his face from how much of a beautiful clown this new kid is. The glam, no shame whatsoever. Just absolute carelessness fills the atmosphere of the bus. Every person sitting there couldn't help but stare.

With a quick smile and a wave the new student looks from seat to seat trying to find a place where he may not feel so surrounded. His eyes lock with Alex's hoping that maybe this kid would let him slip into the seat. Alex simply looks away attempting to not let this kid get to close. After all, Alex is a Chad not a Brad (even though we all know this isn't true). Yet, he feels his seat shift from a newly added weight. His eyes widen as he sees the My Little Pony bag front and center and the beautiful dark boy tilting his head trying to get Alex's attention.

Alex takes out his ear bud pausing his favorite song (Britney Spears-Toxic). He attempts to have an uninterested look so the kid would get the message. To his expectations though, this new kid stayed put waiting for Alex to talk to him. The kid is eager and almost hungrier than a wolf to strike up a conversation with this Simp. It was absolutely crazy watching the event unfold.

"Listen, I don't think I said you could sit he-" Alex starts before being cut off by a deep voice.

"I-I know. I just didn't know where else to sit..." the kid shyly speaks. His stutter ends up being more of an uhhh to find words multiple times through the sentence. Alex sighs rolling his eyes.

"Well I still never said anything so beat i-" he stops as they hit a big dip in the road. Obama starts to fall out of the seat with wide eyes. The back of the bus is always like a war zone when it comes to hitting bumps. He tightly closes his eyes expecting to hit the floor and most likely smack his head on the other seat until he feels a strong grasp around his flailing wrist.......