"𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙚!''
𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 two delinquents spend a Saturday detention together and unrequited feelings rise, but they were requited all along.
𝙊𝙧 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 he wouldn't stop speaking French...
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𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙁 𝘽𝘼𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙐𝙓
''𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦.''
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There was a french saying; "Ce n'est pas la mer à boire.''
Roughly translated it meant, it's not a big deal. Leaf lived by that, because the only thing making everything seem big, unbearable was your mind. The only thing holding a limit over you was your mind, nothing more and nothing less.
Question. What do you do with no Walkman, no guitar, no Smiths and no little blonde sister in a Saturday detention for something you don't even believe in with the grunge lord himself finding the best way to irritate everyone?
Don't know? Well all Leaf could do was watch him from behind. The flannel wearing degenerate, rather juvenile delinquent. Thinking of things he wasn't supposed to, living in his tainted dreams as time grew obsolete.
Andy and Bender got into another argument much to everyone's surprise.
"Just bag your face bender, no one here is interested,'' Claire spat, growing tired of the noise around her.
"I am!'' Leaf disagreed.
"Did I ask you Levie?" Claire folded her arms, Andy tapped her.
"Fucking weirdo, the name, the actions, the grades,'' he hushed.
"Hey!'' Bender clapped, "You have something to say about him, say it to his face.''
"Wow, he needs protection from the boy who broke his arm,'' Andy scoffed, whilst he glared at the two of them.
Bender chuckled his lips forming his infamous smirk "Well, sporto. What did you do to get in here? Forget to wash your jock.''
"You know just because you live here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass, so knock it off,'' Andy crossed his arms and turned back around.
