How dare he think I have pretty eyes.
Penny has been bugging me all goddamn week about the whole Taco Bell thing. I promised her a discount on something if she'd shut the fuck up. I don't think I've ever seen her so silent.
Mischa and I haven't talked in a few days. He mainly just looks at me during class and then forgets he's doing in and his eyes end up cutting through my soul. How romantic.
I was walking from a class (not sure what class it was I didn't pay attention) to the next class (don't pay attention in this one either so I still don't know) when Mischa approached me.
"Hey."
He had his hands stuffed into his pockets and he looked down on me as we walked. Why the fuck is he so tall?
"Uh... hi?"
Shit I just made it even more awkward.
Mischa laughed, "Why do you say 'uh' in every sentence?"
Don't say uh.
"Uh..."
FUCK.
I shrugged.
He laughed again, "You're weird."
I scowled. He quickly corrected himself.
"I-I mean, like the good kind of weird. You know? Not the kind of weird like you have no friends and spend all weekend jerking off in your basement... do you do that?"
My face recoiled in disgust. "...no."
He smiled. "Good."
We walked in silence for a while again.
"You have really pretty eyes, by the way."
I raised an eyebrow. Pretty eyes...?
"Excuse me?"
He just looked at me. "What? It's a compliment."
I sighed, "It was kind of gay, though."
He smirked, walking a bit ahead of me before turning around.
"No homo."
____ ___ __ _
"OH MY GOD HE'S TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH YOU!" Penny squealed as we walked down the street.
"He said no homo." I said.
"So?! No homo doesn't fix everything, especially since you're a homo."
"You just don't understand how the phrase 'no homo' works. He said he liked my eyes, yet he said no homo, meaning not in a gay way."
"Whatever." Penny rolled her eyes. "I still think he might have a small thing for you."
"Yeah, but you notice he's texting some chick all the time, right?" I stated, "She's probably his girlfriend."
"Ooh, is she pretty?" Penny's eyes sparkled.
"I've never seen her," I said with a sigh, "Besides, it's none of my business."
I say that as I'm plotting to find out who this mystery chick is.
I'm personally offended by the pretty eyes comment anyway. I don't need to be talking to him. Sure, he has no friends, and I have no friends (except Penny)... but that doesn't automatically make us best friends or whatever. He's an ass. A teenage alcoholic. He lives in a goddamn basement.
I will not be involved with him.
[ Time Skip ]
I was sitting in my room when I got a message from none other than backwards hat teenage alcoholic.
Chat: Mischa
Mischa: YO
Mischa: do you knwo the asnwer to number 4
Me: wait we had homework
Mischa: for math i thekl
Mischa: think**
Me: i'm not doing that shit so don't ask me
Mischa: CUCK YOU MAN
Mischa: FUJ
Mischa: FUCKP
Me: yeah i'm done
He proceeded to send me 17 more typos of fuck.
Mischa: FUL
Mischa: FUCL
Mischa: FUCH
Mischa: FYCK
Mischa: FUCKO
Mischa: FUICKS
Mischa: FFUCJ
Mischa: FUCH
Mischa: FUYCK
Mischa: FUCH
Mischa: FYCK
Mischa: FRCK
Mischa: FECK
Mischa: FRICH
Mischa: FREHCS
Mischa: FYVK
Mischa: FUCK
Me: good job
Mischa: thank you
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Why? // Nischa
FanfictionNoel had basically never talked to Mischa in his life. They had a few small interactions, but never held a full conversation. Then one day Mischa totally saves Noel's ass from getting kicked and they become friends. Mischa has a bi-wakening and then...
