Snake let out a long, furious sigh. He had never been this upset since yesterday. There he was, sitting in detention for skateboarding through the hallways again. This was his third detention this week, being the bad boy he was. He ran his fingers through his bright green hair. He pulled out a mirror and began to apply dark mascara around his eyes. He felt hopeless and alone, like nobody would understand him. He glanced down at his black painted nails, letting an angry huff escape his body.
Then, he noticed the door slam open, and he gazed upon the boy who entered. He had bright blue hair, and had a style similar to Snake's. Snake blushed heavily, but looked down to hide it. He sneakily tried to catch a glimpse of the blue haired person's dreamy eyes. The blue haired boy turned to Snake with a smile, holding out his hand to shake. "I'm Spike." He announced, waiting for a reply from Snake. Snake shook Spike's hand. Spike was so attractive, Snake could barley form words. "Snake." He responded. "Nice to meet you, dude!" Spike said cheerfully.
One of Snake's best friends, Scooter, entered the room and sat next to Snake. They did their bro handshake. "Rock and roll!" Scooter shouted. They were the only three in detention. Then, stepped in the incredibly intimidating teacher: Mr. Jenkins. The kids there liked to call him "Old Man Jenkins" behind his back.
Mr. Jenkins squinted suspiciously at the three. "Welcome to detention." He hissed, the venom spewing out of his words. He truly was terrifying. He glanced at Snake. "Again." He said, knowing this was Snake's third detention this week. "I need you all to think about what you've done." Mr. Jenkins demanded, before leaving the room. Spike scoffed after Mr. Jenkins had completely left the room. "I hate that guy." He murmured. "Me too," Snake agreed. Scooter nodded in agreement. "Rock and roll." He whispered.
Throughout detention, Snake couldn't stop looking at Spike. Spike had snuck a jar of Sea Horse Radish into detention, and had been gracefully eating it. Spike made Snake feel a way he had never felt before. He wondered if Spike loved him back.
"Hey, can I get your number?" Snake asked Spike. "Oh, sure, dude!" Spike replied, writing down his number. Snake and Spike exchanged numbers. "Call me, bro." Snake said, winking. Maybe this detention wasn't so bad after all.
After detention, the three got out and grabbed their backpacks. Scooter skated away on his skateboard. Snake noticed Spike blushing, which made Snake hopeful that maybe Spike liked him back. "Do you want to walk home with me?" Spike asked. Snake nodded vigorously. "Of course, man!" They fist bumped romantically. As they walked home, it began to rain. Snake noticed there was a puddle blocking the sidewalk, and looked at Spike with concern, before placing his coat over the puddle for Spike to walk over. Snake felt like a true gentleman. He stood next to his jacket and gestured for Spike to walk over it. Spike did so, and Snake picked his jacket back up. "Thank you!" Spike told Snake.
Then, their lips touched. They did not mean to kiss, but they stood so close to each other that their lips touched. Snake loved the taste of Spike's cherry chapstick.
