Mike's POV

I shot up with a groan, feeling a small headache already forming in the depths of my skull. Slowly I slid out of my comfortable bed and walked into the bathroom, where mama kept all the medicine.

I slid open the small cabinet above the sink and rummaged around, finally grasping the small package with 'Paracetomol' on it. I took 2 of those and one Ibruprofen, before wandering back into my bedroom.

I squinted at the electronic alarm clock on the dresser, which read 4:27am. Just great. Just fucking brilliant.

I lay back down and shut my eyes, pretty much begging for sleep.


I reckon I was tossing and turning for little over an hour, before sighing and sitting up, rubbing my temples, in an attempt to soothe them, before standing and going to the bathroom as quietly as possible, I turned the shower on.

I had forgotten to grab clothes. I mentally face-palmed and walked back through the hall, entering my room, and pulling out a fresh pair of boxers and some other clothes, that frankly, i'm too lazy to even acknowledge.

I hobbled back towards the bathroom and quickly stripped of my boxers and Anthem Made shirt, climbing underneath the flow of warm water, sighing a little, rubbing my neck.

And then I did shower-y things.



I heard my alarm go off distantly, probably as it was in my bedroom, and that snapped me from my thoughts, realizing I had been in the shower for about an hour.

I climbed out quickly, turning the still lukewarm water off, and changing quickly in what turned out to be black skinny's and a grey Drop Dead tank top.

Quickly glancing in the mirror, even my reflection made me feel depressed. My eyes appeared lifeless, dark bags circled them, my skin looked pale, paler than usual, and overall, I simply looked like shit.

I flicked off the light and stubbed my toe on the door frame!

FUCK!
CUNT!
BASTARD!

Were just a few of the curses to make it past my frowning lips, while I doubled over in pain.

"Mike! Do't let Mama hear you." His room was right next to the bathroom, meaning him, and my parents i'm sure, could hear my angered words.

I simply brushed off his statement and walked into my room once again, for what felt like the billionth time that long day. ANNNNNNNNNND! To make things better, ITS ONLY 7AM!

Tony's POV

"Hurry the fuck up! They don't care how your hair looks!" I groaned, leaning on the bathroom doorframe, which, for some odd reason, didn't seem to have a door.

I left the hedgehog to style his hair, as according to him, it had to be, in his exact words, 'Perfectimundo, Antonio!' I rolled my eyes at the memory of him.. When he called me.. ANTONIO.

I took a quick glance in the mirror and straightened my black tie, which covered the buttons of my sky blue shirt, which was tucked into my black skinny jeans, and a pair of blue Vans to top it all off.


"Now who's trying to look good?" My best friend wiggled his eyebrows, appearing from the bathroom, his hair finally done to his standards.

"I'm sorry. I just don't want to look like shit." I laughed, grabbing my keys off of the table I had left them on the previous night.

"Shuddup and get out." Jaime held the front door open, a grin spread on his face.



In no time, we were pulling up infront of the school building and I got out, grabbing the small bag I had to carry about EVERYWHERE.

Jaime drove into the employ's carpark, which was seemingly empty at this point. Lazy Bastards.

I ran into my classroom, thankfully finding it empty. I set my desk, and myself, up for the day ahead, then slouching into the spinny chair behind the desk and opened up my laptop, and plugging in some earphones.

I clicked on a playlist, titled Shit for boredom And the first track was 'Miss Murder' by AFI.



By the time that the first student came into the room, the song had changed multiple times, and currently 'Sugar,We're Going Down' by Fall Out Boy was playing. A brilliant song, by a brilliant band.

I looked up at the student who had slumped down in the corner, and gasped. Mike.

He looked like shit.

Well, that was an understatment.

Understatement of the day, I'd say..

Notes

WE HAD A SUB TEACHER, AND HE ACTED EXACTLY HOW I PICTURE TONY ACTING AS A TEACHER AND HOLY SHIT ;-; It was scary D:

Will possibly be some Perrentes fluff in the next chapter? Maybe.

I AM EXHAUSTED. D: I have school tomorrow and according to the clock (Which im pretty sure is incorrect), It is 3:22am.

My cold has gotten slightly better, since the last chapter, 5 hours ago. :P

I JUST CHECKED MY PHONE AND IT SAYS 11:20PM. WE NEED TO FIX THAT CLOCK, GADDAM. ;-;

HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS. I really enjoyed writing this one :3

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-Alisha<3