(GENDER NEUTRAL)
Space mode!
"Hey, you coming, Y/n?" Michelangelo asked loudly standing by the door after just finishing packing the rest of his stuff into his messy bookbag.
"Yep! I'm just setting this second script riiightt hereee..."
Y/n set down the scripts for the play that they and Mikey had written for the end of the school year.
"I realllllly hope Mrs. Delight realllllly likes our scripts AND picks us for the show!"
Y/n sighed after saying this, practically BEAMING with hope.
Y/n loved being in this class! Not because of the class itself but because Mikey was there!
Annnd he's THE best. Obviously...
I mean the other kids are great but Mikey makes all the projects bearable, y'know?
No, no you don't. That's why you're reading this. NOW YOU UNDERSTAND.
NOW YOU KNOW, y'know?
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Mikey's POV:
I laughed and scooted closer to them.
"Same because IF she does, were gonna be..."
They knew what I was doing...
"Mikey, don't." They protested.
I interrupted: "DRIPPIN IN FINESE! IT DON'T MAKE NO SENSE-"
I interrupted myself and laughed really hard, my hands now on my knees.
Y/n started laughing: "why are you Knee Slapping?
"Because it's funny!" I said through laughs.
We were now walking out the door and- well,I was skipping.
