John Pov
The next day at school I bugged Alex after science class. I didn't try to fight him again, or anything necessarily violent but I did mess with him.

"Why? Out of everyone, why have you chosen me to talk to?" He hissed, stopping in front of his motorcycle.

"Because everyone else is weird." I said.

He gave me a deadpanned look and glanced down at his trench coat, motorcycle then back to me.

"..Fair enough. But you know what I mean! I ain't popular, and I ain't gonna sell drugs and I sure as hell don't wanna be a loser. You've got your own little thing going on and I wanna be part of it." I said.

He sighed.
"What do you need?" He asked.

"I don't need anything-"

"Then leave me the fuck alone."
He hissed, starting to get on his motorcycle.

"Wait! You need friends, and I need friends. Let's be friends." I said, trying to offer a smile.

"Give up kid."
He said, turning the key and starting to leave.

"Hey, how about this. Meet me at the park on Friday after school." I said.

"You're trying to hard." He muttered, driving away.

"See ya there!"
I shouted after him.

He drove away, flipping me off. I groaned and facepalmed.

God why did I do that?

He obviously doesn't like me in the slightest. Hell, he pulled a fucking switchblade on me. I want to fucking die.

I stuffed my hands in my pockets and walked home, trying to walk slowly but failing.

"John!"
Peggy exclaimed, walking next to me.

"Why are you walking so fast?"
She muttered, trying to catch up.

"I'm not sure honestly. Why aren't you driving home?" I asked.

She shrugged.
"I saw you talking to Alex," Peggy said.

"Yeah. He doesn't like me very much."
I said.

"He doesn't seem to like anyone very much. But anyway, I thought I should let you know that your socks don't match the rest of your outfit and it's bothering me." She said.

"I don't give a fuck. Who cares about outfits anyway?" I asked.

"I do. And those socks are ugly as all hell." She said, seeming to glare at my socks.

"So? Anyway...
remember last week when you asked about if I wanted to get high?" I asked her.

"..Yeah?" She asked.
"I'm willing to do so." I said.

"Alrighty. Your house or mine?"
She asked.

Jesus it sounds like we are planning on where we are gonna go fuck.

"Mine I guess." I said, shrugging. "Okay." She said, taking out her phone.

I put both of my earbuds in and we walked to my house in silence. Friendship, am I right?

I walked inside my house and my mom greeted Peggy and I.

"Is that your girlfriend?" Harry asked, looking away from the TV.
"Nope." I said, going up the stairs.

I went into my room and collapsed on my bed.

"Do you do that everyday?"
Peggy asked, closing the door.

I gave a thumbs up. I thought over everything I had done today. Oh my Jesus the cringe.

"Hey John?"
Peggy asked.

"Mhm?" I hummed, rolling onto my back.

"You alright?" She asked.
"When am I ever alright?" I asked.
"Fair enough." She said, plopping on my bed.

"You know, when I get married, if that ever happens, I'm gonna dress a horse up as a unicorn and go down the aisle like that because that sounds so fucking dope. Either a unicorn or a dragon. Damn if it was a dragon though.."
I whispered, staring at my ceiling.

"..Do you even have weed?"
Peggy asked.

"Nope." I replied.
She sighed.

"We could...play Dungeons and Dragons." She said.

I sat straight upright.

"To the attic we venture!" I exclaimed, running into the hallway and pulling down the stairs to the attic.

"I'll call Laf," Peggy said, following me.

"I got new dice by the way." I told her, going through pages and books of Dungeons and Dragons shit.

"What color?" She asked.
"I've got green, blue and violet now."
I told her.

"Fucking dope."
She whispered, calling Laf.

I have homework, but who gives a fuck? Not me.

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Got tagged by @2xTurtleboi
I hope the tag thing worked lol

1. One thing you can't leave the house without?
Dunno.
Clothes.

2. Favorite brand of makeup?
..Um..
I've never put on makeup before.

3. Favorite Flowers?
I don't know.
Roses or somethin'

4. Favorite clothing store?
uMm-
Target??

5. Favorite Perfume?
Does axe body spray count-

6. Heels or flats?
..Vans.

7. Do you make good grades?
I get straight A's man!

8. Favorite colors?
..either green or yellow.

9. Do you drink energy drinks?
From time to time.

10. Do you drink juice?
I mean..
Caprisuns are nice.

11. Do you like swimming?
I guess.

12. Do you eat fries with a fork?
..people do that?

13. Favorite moisturizer?
What.

14. Do you want to get married later in life?
Sure.

15. Do you get mad easily?
Depends on the subject.

16. Are you into ghost hunting?
When I was like..eight or whatever.

17. Any phobias?
Does fucking life count?

18. Do you bite your nails?
Not anymore.

19. Near death experience?
Ooh, I have a few.
When I was about four or five, I got pneumonia and over the span of two months, they said I was done for.
I lived bitch.
When I was nine, I almost drowned.
That was fun.

20. Do you drink coffee?
Yes.
Black.
Like my soul-