no tw
highschool au/humanized
lightbrush
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the mephone at the front of the classroom wrote a sentence in, straight, overly neat handwriting, on the whiteboard. it read "PROM ON THE 28TH". the mephone, white with a purple screen, recited an essay with information.
fan's pov:
i sat in my chair, drawing little objects on my desk. a prom? i'll most likely third-wheel paintbrush and lightbulb as usual. soon the mephone finished its speech and we were left to talk amongst ourselves until the bell rang. i looked over to lightbulb, who was staring at me with a giant, stupid grin. fuck.
"flatface! i have a.. bright idea!" she said, laughing.
"and what is this.. bright idea?" i raised an eyebrow.
"im gonna get you a date!" she stood up, slamming her hands on our desk.
"you fucking what-" i asked, but she slapped her hand over my mouth.
