K-12 (splatoon manga ver.)

(Chapter 12) Highschool Sweethearts

After the events that happened in the biology class. Skull and Mask were in the schools courtyards again....smoking a joint.

Mask: I hope we don't get caught.

Skull: We should be fine.

They began their stroll into the schools garden.

Skull: You ever wonder who we were to each other in a past life?

He passed the joint to Mask.

Mask: Oh for sure. We've probably had hundreds of lives together.

Skull: You could've been my mom.

Mask: Yeah we could've been-

Skull and Mask: Conjoined twins.

Skull: And our parents sold us to a freak show.

Mask: That would explain a lot.

Skull: That would. It's crazy how many medical benefits Mary Jane has.

Mask: I know and no one gives her any credit. We don't deserve her.

The two boys stopped to look at a magnificent rabbit shaped topiary in the middle.

Mask: Wow.

Skull: Speaking of magical plants.

Mask and Skull went over to take a closer look at it. Then continue their walk.

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Can we just be honest~, these are the requirements~
If you think you can be my one and only true love~
You must promise to love me~, and damnit if you fuck me over~ I will rip your fucking face~
Apart~
Step one you must accept that I'm a little out my mind, step two this is a waste if can't walk me down the finish line
Step three give me passion don't make fun of fashion
Step four give me more give me more more~, if can't handle a heart like mine
Don't waste your time with me
If you're not down to bleed no~oh~, if can't handle the choking the biting the loving the smothering
'Till you can't handle it no more~ no more
Go home, can we just be honest
These are the requirements if you think you can be my one and only true love
You must promise to love me
And damnit if you fuck me over, I will rip your fucking face apart
High school sweethearts
Line up, they're trying to waste my time
High school sweethearts
Shut up, if you're not my type
High school sweethearts
Line up, they're trying to waste my time
High school sweethearts
Shut up, if you're not my type
Step five
You can't be scared to show me off, and hold my hand
Step six
If you can't put it to work, then I don't know what this fucking is
Step seven
This one goes to eleven, if you cheat you will die~die
If you can't handle a heart like mine
Don't waste your time with me, if you're not down to bleed oh~no
If you can't handle
The choking the biting the loving the smothering no more~no more, go home
Can we just be honest these are the requirements
If you think you can be my one and only true love, you must promise to love me
And damnit if you fuck me over
I will rip your fucking face apart, high school sweethearts
Line up they're trying to waste my time
High school sweethearts, shut up if you're not my type
High school sweethearts
Line up they're trying to waste my time, high school sweethearts
Shut up if you're not my type
Could you hold me through the night, put lips your all mine
Salty face when I start crying
Could you be my first time, eat me up like apple pie
Make me not wanna die
Love me rough and let me fly, get me up yeah get me high
Tie me down don't leave my side
Don't be a waste of my time, can we just be honest
These are the requirements
If you think you can be my one and only true love, you must promise to love me
And damnit if you fuck me over I will rip
Your fucking face apart, high school sweethearts line up they're trying to waste my time
High school sweethearts
Shut up if you're not my type, high school sweethearts line up they're trying to waste my time
High school sweethearts
Shut up if you're not my type

Later on Skull was trying to fasten his books to pack up and leave. While on the other side of the hallway the purple haired boy with the shades on was trying to pep talk himself to go to Skull.

Aviators: You got this. Super easy. Don't stress. Do you wanna go to the dance with me?

Aviators was getting ready to ask Skull but his chance was ruined....because Vintage came over and push him out of the way and sat next to him instead.

Vintage: Hey

Skull: Hi.

Vintage: You okay?

Skull: Mhmm.

Vintage: You sure?

Skull: Yea, what's up?

Vintage: Um, I uh was looking for you because, I wanted to ask you. I would like you to go to the dance with me.

Skull: Really?

Vintage: Yeah.

Aviators felt hurt by this, but still listened to their conversation.

Skull: Why?

Vintage: I don't know if you got my note but....

Skull's p.o.v.
Wait, he wrote the letter? With that poetic touch, I assumed it must have been written by a girl. Damn, well, you, know what they say. Keep your friends close and keep your enemies closer.
End of p.o.v.

Skull: I'd love to go with you.

Vintage: Good.

Aviators felt heartbroken by this.