(BRING FORTH THE WEIRD SCOTTISH-NEW YORKER ACCENT ONCE MORE)
"All right, you little shites! Three people didn't turn in their papers. You know what that means! Get the fuck outta ma classroom!"
(You may stop now :))
Today was the day of the senior retreat! 4 whole ass days of a bunch of teenagers on a beach. What could go wrong? (A lot)
Enzyme was glaring out the window on the bus. He sat alone now that Glucose was acting like a fuckin dick. Substrate was walking through the bus, full of questionable teenagers, looking for a seat. He was coming closer to Enzyme and he started to sweat (please god be wearing deodorant my guy). Substrate walked up to Enzyme at last and smiled at him. Enzyme panicked and looked away from him. Substrate sat down next to him.
"Is it okay if I sit here?" He asks Enzyme.
Enzyme lets out a sigh "Tsk. Yeah, sure, whatever."
Substrate smiled again and pulled out his phone. He was listening to music on his phone with AirPods (we get it you go to a private school, mate.) Enzyme leaned over to see the phone out of pure curiosity.
"What are you listening to?" He asked and instantly regretted it. This could mess up his reputation, more than it already was. Sitting next to him was one thing, but talking to him?
Substrate smiled and showed him the phone.
"Self-Inflicted Achromatic, doubt you've heard of it." He said. Enzyme, in fact, did not know that song. Enzyme was too embarrassed from talking to Substrate to continue the conversation. He turned around and looked out his window again.
"So, um, Enzyme? What kinda music do you listen to?" Asked Substrate.
To be continued...
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Enzyme x Substrate
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