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3:13pm August 29, 2014

 Closed rp

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Mike thought more about doing the dog walking thing. It’d be very difficult for mike to walk more than three, but hed get a lot of exercise and Hershey would probably be happier.
Mike decided to just take the dog on a walk,instead of continuing on the treadmill.
He hooked up Hershey and headed outside. Ugh sunlight.
Mike took his phone and walked around lazily.

Pete returned to his math, attempting to figure out one of the equations. Ugh, he was always so bad at math. He hated it. The one class he hated because he was actually no good at it. He was decent enough at it to pass his class with between a C and  D. Ugh, math.
After he spent a good twenty minutes trying to solve the equation, he decided to text Mike.
[text] You any good at math?

Mike stopped his walk when he got a text message.
He smirked.
TXT: yes, kind of, what do need me to solve?
Mike texted pete while resting on a nearby bench. He figured pete wouldn’t be in an AP class so it’d be easier to answer.
TXT: im outside so its gonna be a little more difficult for me

[text] I can’t figure this stupid equation out :\
[text] I don’t even know where the hell to begin :\
Pete sent before looking at the paper again. He sighed, glaring at the problem as if that would make it solve itself. He wished it would happen, but he knew it wouldn’t. 

Mike got the equation and starting doing it in his head.
TXT: the answers Y=-8a +B^2
TXT: do u need help in math or somethin?
TXT: I can help you when u get home.
Mike typically didn’t like cheating, but trying to explain how to do a math problem through text messages was way to difficult.

[text] Thanks
[text] Never been good at math, never really plan to be good at it
[text] Seriously when the hell am I gonna use any of this math? Never.
Pete had grown out of the “complaining about classes because he would never use the information” stage, but he still the same about math. That was the one class that he really couldn’t see how he was going to need anything he learned.

TXT: well it helps to be a little good at math, but I’m not that great at it either.
TXT: you just have to make it one more year, then u don’t have to do it unless u want to. :)
TXT: Hershey really has needed a walk.
Mike took a picture of Hershey sitting on the bench, looking happy in the sun.

[text] Dude, I’ve been in the same math class since freshman year. I’ve had to repeat it that many times.
[text] Not even kidding.
Pete glanced at the picture, giving in to a small smile.
[text] Nice

TXT: well i’ll help you with it anyway, so you dont have to text me when your in class
TXT: i know you get frustrated texting me when your at school.
TXT: anyways, i’m going back home now.

got up from the bench and started walking home. He wasn’t sure what time it was, so h needed to head back in case petes classes ended.

[text] k, whatever. thanks
[text] I’m about to go to my last class anyways so meh

Pete shoved his phone into his pocket when he finished sending the message. Not long after, the bell rang and for his final class. English. Great, he’d have to go back to that class after he’d threatened a kid the day before. He wondered how that would turn out.

1:15pm August 26, 2014

 Closed rp

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pete-the-south-park-red-goth:

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Mike thought more about doing the dog walking thing. It’d be very difficult for mike to walk more than three, but hed get a lot of exercise and Hershey would probably be happier.
Mike decided to just take the dog on a walk,instead of continuing on the treadmill.
He hooked up Hershey and headed outside. Ugh sunlight.
Mike took his phone and walked around lazily.

Pete returned to his math, attempting to figure out one of the equations. Ugh, he was always so bad at math. He hated it. The one class he hated because he was actually no good at it. He was decent enough at it to pass his class with between a C and  D. Ugh, math.
After he spent a good twenty minutes trying to solve the equation, he decided to text Mike.
[text] You any good at math?

Mike stopped his walk when he got a text message.
He smirked.
TXT: yes, kind of, what do need me to solve?
Mike texted pete while resting on a nearby bench. He figured pete wouldn’t be in an AP class so it’d be easier to answer.
TXT: im outside so its gonna be a little more difficult for me

[text] I can’t figure this stupid equation out :\
[text] I don’t even know where the hell to begin :\
Pete sent before looking at the paper again. He sighed, glaring at the problem as if that would make it solve itself. He wished it would happen, but he knew it wouldn’t. 

Mike got the equation and starting doing it in his head.
TXT: the answers Y=-8a +B^2
TXT: do u need help in math or somethin?
TXT: I can help you when u get home.
Mike typically didn’t like cheating, but trying to explain how to do a math problem through text messages was way to difficult.

[text] Thanks
[text] Never been good at math, never really plan to be good at it
[text] Seriously when the hell am I gonna use any of this math? Never.
Pete had grown out of the “complaining about classes because he would never use the information” stage, but he still the same about math. That was the one class that he really couldn’t see how he was going to need anything he learned.

TXT: well it helps to be a little good at math, but I’m not that great at it either.
TXT: you just have to make it one more year, then u don’t have to do it unless u want to. :)
TXT: Hershey really has needed a walk.
Mike took a picture of Hershey sitting on the bench, looking happy in the sun.

[text] Dude, I’ve been in the same math class since freshman year. I’ve had to repeat it that many times.
[text] Not even kidding.
Pete glanced at the picture, giving in to a small smile.
[text] Nice

1:03pm August 26, 2014

 Closed rp

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pete-the-south-park-red-goth:

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Mike thought more about doing the dog walking thing. It’d be very difficult for mike to walk more than three, but hed get a lot of exercise and Hershey would probably be happier.
Mike decided to just take the dog on a walk,instead of continuing on the treadmill.
He hooked up Hershey and headed outside. Ugh sunlight.
Mike took his phone and walked around lazily.

Pete returned to his math, attempting to figure out one of the equations. Ugh, he was always so bad at math. He hated it. The one class he hated because he was actually no good at it. He was decent enough at it to pass his class with between a C and  D. Ugh, math.
After he spent a good twenty minutes trying to solve the equation, he decided to text Mike.
[text] You any good at math?

Mike stopped his walk when he got a text message.
He smirked.
TXT: yes, kind of, what do need me to solve?
Mike texted pete while resting on a nearby bench. He figured pete wouldn’t be in an AP class so it’d be easier to answer.
TXT: im outside so its gonna be a little more difficult for me

[text] I can’t figure this stupid equation out :\
[text] I don’t even know where the hell to begin :\
Pete sent before looking at the paper again. He sighed, glaring at the problem as if that would make it solve itself. He wished it would happen, but he knew it wouldn’t. 

Mike got the equation and starting doing it in his head.
TXT: the answers Y=-8a +B^2
TXT: do u need help in math or somethin?
TXT: I can help you when u get home.
Mike typically didn’t like cheating, but trying to explain how to do a math problem through text messages was way to difficult.

[text] Thanks
[text] Never been good at math, never really plan to be good at it
[text] Seriously when the hell am I gonna use any of this math? Never.
Pete had grown out of the “complaining about classes because he would never use the information” stage, but he still the same about math. That was the one class that he really couldn’t see how he was going to need anything he learned.

12:30pm August 26, 2014
yaahoooo:

they were so cute wearing gap clothes.

yaahoooo:

they were so cute wearing gap clothes.

12:30pm August 26, 2014
dadasparagus:

so i saw this couch and all i could see was mike makowski trying to seduce someone on it so this is the outcome 

dadasparagus:

so i saw this couch and all i could see was mike makowski trying to seduce someone on it so this is the outcome 

12:29pm August 26, 2014

 Closed rp

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pete-the-south-park-red-goth:

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Mike thought more about doing the dog walking thing. It’d be very difficult for mike to walk more than three, but hed get a lot of exercise and Hershey would probably be happier.
Mike decided to just take the dog on a walk,instead of continuing on the treadmill.
He hooked up Hershey and headed outside. Ugh sunlight.
Mike took his phone and walked around lazily.

Pete returned to his math, attempting to figure out one of the equations. Ugh, he was always so bad at math. He hated it. The one class he hated because he was actually no good at it. He was decent enough at it to pass his class with between a C and  D. Ugh, math.
After he spent a good twenty minutes trying to solve the equation, he decided to text Mike.
[text] You any good at math?

Mike stopped his walk when he got a text message.
He smirked.
TXT: yes, kind of, what do need me to solve?
Mike texted pete while resting on a nearby bench. He figured pete wouldn’t be in an AP class so it’d be easier to answer.
TXT: im outside so its gonna be a little more difficult for me

[text] I can’t figure this stupid equation out :\
[text] I don’t even know where the hell to begin :\
Pete sent before looking at the paper again. He sighed, glaring at the problem as if that would make it solve itself. He wished it would happen, but he knew it wouldn’t. 

7:09am August 26, 2014

 Closed rp

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Mike thought more about doing the dog walking thing. It’d be very difficult for mike to walk more than three, but hed get a lot of exercise and Hershey would probably be happier.
Mike decided to just take the dog on a walk,instead of continuing on the treadmill.
He hooked up Hershey and headed outside. Ugh sunlight.
Mike took his phone and walked around lazily.

Pete returned to his math, attempting to figure out one of the equations. Ugh, he was always so bad at math. He hated it. The one class he hated because he was actually no good at it. He was decent enough at it to pass his class with between a C and  D. Ugh, math.
After he spent a good twenty minutes trying to solve the equation, he decided to text Mike.
[text] You any good at math?

9:41pm August 22, 2014

 Closed rp

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pete-the-south-park-red-goth:

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" yesterday you said that youd get into more trouble or something like that.. I mean you can, but you might get sent to the office or something. " mike reminded. Great he woke up at the break of fucking dawn just for pete to no go. Oh well. At least itd be a productive day.
Mike made himself a glass of orange juice and sat next to pete.
" your makeup looks good this morning." Mike complimented. He gently kissed petes forehead.
Mike was not at all hungry, apparently coffee and orange juice was not a very settling. He was so stupid in the morning.

"Yeah, that’s true… but I’m tired…" Pete mumbled, reaching for his coffee mug. He also didn’t want to run into that asshole in his English class, but he wasn’t gonna bring that up. Spring break was right around the corner and he’d be able to sleep in all he wanted. He barely registered the compliment, responding with a "Hm? Oh, thanks…"
He took a sip from his coffee before starting to eat. Toaster waffles. A simple breakfast that any person could have when they were running late. And yet Pete felt like a little kid eating them.

Mike scooted the juice and coffee away from him and rested his head on the table.
" next time when you dont feel like going to school tell me bore i make breakfast." Mike whined.
Mike felt himself doze off at the table. He was too lazy to move so he figured hed just take a nap there. Why not?
" i shouldn’t have mixed coffee and orange juice. Bleh. " mike complained. It was times like these when mike hated being an adult. He missed his mom. When he was little she’d make the perfect amount of everything, and always have a kickass breakfast, and shed leave cute notes in his lunch. And then one day it all stoped.
Damn. Now mike just made himself sad. Great.

"I don’t feel like going, but I am, so wake up before I take your car and drive myself to school." Pete said, finishing the waffles and his own coffee. He figured since Mike was tired, he’d get up and put his own dishes away. Well, in the sink at least. He made a face when Mike mentioned mixing coffee and orange juice.
"Only you would think of something so gross." He mumbled, grabbing his bag. He was actually tempted to take mike’s car and drive to school, or walk, whichever worked, even though he didn’t want to go the fuck to school.

Mike got up and got his keys. Pete was so polar about things. He put on a sweater.
" okay, i’ll drive you, i don’t like it when you walk everywhere, it makes me nervous," mike told.
He grabbed Pete’s backpack and put it in the car. Pete trailed along.
Moving didn’t make him feel any better. He probably felt bad from all the stress yesterday, then a shitty breakfast. Either way his body was taking its revenge.
He waited for pete to get in the car before starting it.
Mike just was just excited about going back to sleep. He really wished pete was out of high school. It made it hard to do anything.
Like waking up a decent hour.

"I’ve been walking everywhere since I was like six. I know the streets here like the back of my hand and I can guarantee you that even if I was completely blind, I’d still be able to walk places better than someone who could see." Pete countered, more making a point than trying to argue about anything. He got into the car.
"I just can’t wait to graduate already." He mumbled. He would rather stay home and sleep the day away or if he had to go to class, Pete would rather have all music classes. Ugh, but he had to follow the curriculum at the high school, so he was stuck in his core classes not taking the music classes he wanted to take. Oh well, at least when he graduated, he’d have more time to practice.

Mike drove to the school rather quickly. There werent many cars on the streets and he want really paying much attention.
The sunlight hurt his eyes and he really, really considered just kicking pete out of the car and driving home, but decided to not be an asshole and dropped him off in the front of the school.
" have fun at school, eat your lunch, try not to get in a fight, i love you" mike told pete, while handing him his bag.
Yes. Now he could go back to sleep. Yes.

The drive there was faster than Pete was used to, but he wouldn’t complain. The faster he got to school, the faster he could get the damn day over. First thing’s first though, he had to check in with the principle.
When they arrived at the school Pete grabbed his bag. Again, sometimes he felt like Mike was his freaking parent rather than his boyfriend. “Alright, alright. I’ll try, but I’m not promising anything.” He said, getting out of the car. “I love you too.”

Mike drove home and instantly walked upstairs to his room. Since it was already morning, some sunlight seeped through his curtains. Mike decided to just sleep in the bed in the closet, because it’d be completely dark in there.
He stripped of his pants and crawled into the bed. It was nice and cool.
Mike kept his phone nearbye, in case pete needed him. He didn’t want a repeat of hesterday. Mike closed his eyes and started to sleep again.

Pete sighed, walking towards the school. He was tempted to skip class and hang out behind the school like he used to, but he’d be alone if he did. Firkle was still in middle school, Henrietta graduated, and so had Michael, though Pete felt like if he saw Michael any time soon, he’d punch him in the groin, since he couldn’t reach Michael’s face.
Instead of skipping, however, Pete made his way to the principle’s office to check in like he had been told to. Unfortunately, he couldn’t just get it over with because the principle usually had a lot of people waiting to talk with them before homeroom, including kids who were in trouble or kids who needed to make an appointment with their guidance counselor or whatever.

Mike slept for an hour or so feeling much better. He needed his solid 8 hours or he was hella cranky. He thought about texting Pete, but didn’t want to annoy him.
He figured he should do some well need ed exercise. He got out of the closet and put on some shorts and headed to the treadmill. He figured he could probe only do three hours if he took breaks.
He put on his headphones and ran.

Pete sighed. He waited a good while before the principle was able to see him, but by then the bell had rang for homeroom. He’d be marker as late, but Pete knew the principle would let his homeroom teacher know where he was. He took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the principle’s desk when he was allowed to go in.
"Goodmorning Pete." The principle greeted, only to receive a shrug and a mumbled "Morning" in response. "How did things go yesterday?"
"Not that it’s really any of your business what goes on in my relationship, but since my responses were affecting other students, I think you’ll be happy to know that unless someone calls me Peggy again or makes a derogatory comment towards or about me, I won’t be acting out again." Pete explained. The principle nodded as they listened. "Not that I have to tell you, but because you were probably gonna ask anyways, basically what happened was that I needed some space and time to cool off, so I spent a bit of time with one of my other friends. When I went back home, Mike and I made up and came to a sort of understanding I guess? I dunno, all that matters is that everything’s kind of returned to normal."
"Well I’m glad to hear that. You know the drill about responding to comments from other students, though, so I won’t read you that lecture again." The principle said, smiling at Pete. "You’re free to go to homeroom, though there’s not much time left."
"I’ll just get a head start to my first class." Pete said, standing up.
"Good idea. Don’t forget to use your cane. That was the deal." The principle reminded Pete, who grumbled, but took the cane out of his backpack.
"Alright, alright, whatever."

Mike lasted maybe five minutes of running before getting tired and wanting some water. He got off and decided to text Pete to see if things were going well.
[TXT] soooo how’s it going? No assholes today?

Pete was in math, one of the only classes he still had with his braille teacher, when his phone vibrated. He pulled it out and checked the message.
[text] Haven’t had English yet, so I dunno
[text] Nor do I really care tbh
[text] Assholes will be assholes and if I do anything about it, I get into trouble for it :\

[txt] well text me if u need me :)

Mike went downstairs and drank some water. Man he really needed to run more. He’s had no motivation lately. He figured he should walk Hershey as well, but she was hard to walk now that she had gotten so big. She was also really lazy.
Maybe he’d start a routine with her.
Mike petted her and got an idea.
He texted Pete.
[txt] what if I did a dog walking business, that’d be cool right?

[text] K whatever
9:38pm August 22, 2014

layla-miller:

I REALLY HATE WHEN PEOPLE ARE RUDE TO TEACHERS FOR NO REASON

WOW!!!! A TEACHER WANTS ME TO PAY ATTENTION!!!! HOW CRUEL!!!!!

WHOA!!!!!! A TEACHER WANTS ME TO BE IN UNIFORM!!!!!! WHAT A BITCH!!!!!!!!

OH MAN!!!!!!!!!! A TEACHER WANTS ME TO PUT MY PHONE AWAY!!!!!!!! WHAT AN ASSHOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GEEZ!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW SHE’S YELLING AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK DID I EVER DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

5:27pm August 22, 2014

 Closed rp

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" yesterday you said that youd get into more trouble or something like that.. I mean you can, but you might get sent to the office or something. " mike reminded. Great he woke up at the break of fucking dawn just for pete to no go. Oh well. At least itd be a productive day.
Mike made himself a glass of orange juice and sat next to pete.
" your makeup looks good this morning." Mike complimented. He gently kissed petes forehead.
Mike was not at all hungry, apparently coffee and orange juice was not a very settling. He was so stupid in the morning.

"Yeah, that’s true… but I’m tired…" Pete mumbled, reaching for his coffee mug. He also didn’t want to run into that asshole in his English class, but he wasn’t gonna bring that up. Spring break was right around the corner and he’d be able to sleep in all he wanted. He barely registered the compliment, responding with a "Hm? Oh, thanks…"
He took a sip from his coffee before starting to eat. Toaster waffles. A simple breakfast that any person could have when they were running late. And yet Pete felt like a little kid eating them.

Mike scooted the juice and coffee away from him and rested his head on the table.
" next time when you dont feel like going to school tell me bore i make breakfast." Mike whined.
Mike felt himself doze off at the table. He was too lazy to move so he figured hed just take a nap there. Why not?
" i shouldn’t have mixed coffee and orange juice. Bleh. " mike complained. It was times like these when mike hated being an adult. He missed his mom. When he was little she’d make the perfect amount of everything, and always have a kickass breakfast, and shed leave cute notes in his lunch. And then one day it all stoped.
Damn. Now mike just made himself sad. Great.

"I don’t feel like going, but I am, so wake up before I take your car and drive myself to school." Pete said, finishing the waffles and his own coffee. He figured since Mike was tired, he’d get up and put his own dishes away. Well, in the sink at least. He made a face when Mike mentioned mixing coffee and orange juice.
"Only you would think of something so gross." He mumbled, grabbing his bag. He was actually tempted to take mike’s car and drive to school, or walk, whichever worked, even though he didn’t want to go the fuck to school.

Mike got up and got his keys. Pete was so polar about things. He put on a sweater.
" okay, i’ll drive you, i don’t like it when you walk everywhere, it makes me nervous," mike told.
He grabbed Pete’s backpack and put it in the car. Pete trailed along.
Moving didn’t make him feel any better. He probably felt bad from all the stress yesterday, then a shitty breakfast. Either way his body was taking its revenge.
He waited for pete to get in the car before starting it.
Mike just was just excited about going back to sleep. He really wished pete was out of high school. It made it hard to do anything.
Like waking up a decent hour.

"I’ve been walking everywhere since I was like six. I know the streets here like the back of my hand and I can guarantee you that even if I was completely blind, I’d still be able to walk places better than someone who could see." Pete countered, more making a point than trying to argue about anything. He got into the car.
"I just can’t wait to graduate already." He mumbled. He would rather stay home and sleep the day away or if he had to go to class, Pete would rather have all music classes. Ugh, but he had to follow the curriculum at the high school, so he was stuck in his core classes not taking the music classes he wanted to take. Oh well, at least when he graduated, he’d have more time to practice.

Mike drove to the school rather quickly. There werent many cars on the streets and he want really paying much attention.
The sunlight hurt his eyes and he really, really considered just kicking pete out of the car and driving home, but decided to not be an asshole and dropped him off in the front of the school.
" have fun at school, eat your lunch, try not to get in a fight, i love you" mike told pete, while handing him his bag.
Yes. Now he could go back to sleep. Yes.

The drive there was faster than Pete was used to, but he wouldn’t complain. The faster he got to school, the faster he could get the damn day over. First thing’s first though, he had to check in with the principle.
When they arrived at the school Pete grabbed his bag. Again, sometimes he felt like Mike was his freaking parent rather than his boyfriend. “Alright, alright. I’ll try, but I’m not promising anything.” He said, getting out of the car. “I love you too.”

Mike drove home and instantly walked upstairs to his room. Since it was already morning, some sunlight seeped through his curtains. Mike decided to just sleep in the bed in the closet, because it’d be completely dark in there.
He stripped of his pants and crawled into the bed. It was nice and cool.
Mike kept his phone nearbye, in case pete needed him. He didn’t want a repeat of hesterday. Mike closed his eyes and started to sleep again.

Pete sighed, walking towards the school. He was tempted to skip class and hang out behind the school like he used to, but he’d be alone if he did. Firkle was still in middle school, Henrietta graduated, and so had Michael, though Pete felt like if he saw Michael any time soon, he’d punch him in the groin, since he couldn’t reach Michael’s face.
Instead of skipping, however, Pete made his way to the principle’s office to check in like he had been told to. Unfortunately, he couldn’t just get it over with because the principle usually had a lot of people waiting to talk with them before homeroom, including kids who were in trouble or kids who needed to make an appointment with their guidance counselor or whatever.

Mike slept for an hour or so feeling much better. He needed his solid 8 hours or he was hella cranky. He thought about texting Pete, but didn’t want to annoy him.
He figured he should do some well need ed exercise. He got out of the closet and put on some shorts and headed to the treadmill. He figured he could probe only do three hours if he took breaks.
He put on his headphones and ran.

Pete sighed. He waited a good while before the principle was able to see him, but by then the bell had rang for homeroom. He’d be marker as late, but Pete knew the principle would let his homeroom teacher know where he was. He took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the principle’s desk when he was allowed to go in.
"Goodmorning Pete." The principle greeted, only to receive a shrug and a mumbled "Morning" in response. "How did things go yesterday?"
"Not that it’s really any of your business what goes on in my relationship, but since my responses were affecting other students, I think you’ll be happy to know that unless someone calls me Peggy again or makes a derogatory comment towards or about me, I won’t be acting out again." Pete explained. The principle nodded as they listened. "Not that I have to tell you, but because you were probably gonna ask anyways, basically what happened was that I needed some space and time to cool off, so I spent a bit of time with one of my other friends. When I went back home, Mike and I made up and came to a sort of understanding I guess? I dunno, all that matters is that everything’s kind of returned to normal."
"Well I’m glad to hear that. You know the drill about responding to comments from other students, though, so I won’t read you that lecture again." The principle said, smiling at Pete. "You’re free to go to homeroom, though there’s not much time left."
"I’ll just get a head start to my first class." Pete said, standing up.
"Good idea. Don’t forget to use your cane. That was the deal." The principle reminded Pete, who grumbled, but took the cane out of his backpack.
"Alright, alright, whatever."

Mike lasted maybe five minutes of running before getting tired and wanting some water. He got off and decided to text Pete to see if things were going well.
[TXT] soooo how’s it going? No assholes today?

Pete was in math, one of the only classes he still had with his braille teacher, when his phone vibrated. He pulled it out and checked the message.
[text] Haven’t had English yet, so I dunno
[text] Nor do I really care tbh
[text] Assholes will be assholes and if I do anything about it, I get into trouble for it :\

3:52pm August 22, 2014

I think I’ve finally found a Michael blog I don’t fucking hate. Sorry if that’s mean, but I’m really fucking picky about Michael blogs.

3:49pm August 22, 2014
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Art by Varigo for this fic


I need to stop rebloging my bf fucking/kissing micheal

No, please don’t stop

This makes up for all the art I’ve seen of you and Michael >:p

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Art by Varigo for this fic

I need to stop rebloging my bf fucking/kissing micheal

No, please don’t stop

This makes up for all the art I’ve seen of you and Michael >:p

3:44pm August 22, 2014

 Closed rp

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" yesterday you said that youd get into more trouble or something like that.. I mean you can, but you might get sent to the office or something. " mike reminded. Great he woke up at the break of fucking dawn just for pete to no go. Oh well. At least itd be a productive day.
Mike made himself a glass of orange juice and sat next to pete.
" your makeup looks good this morning." Mike complimented. He gently kissed petes forehead.
Mike was not at all hungry, apparently coffee and orange juice was not a very settling. He was so stupid in the morning.

"Yeah, that’s true… but I’m tired…" Pete mumbled, reaching for his coffee mug. He also didn’t want to run into that asshole in his English class, but he wasn’t gonna bring that up. Spring break was right around the corner and he’d be able to sleep in all he wanted. He barely registered the compliment, responding with a "Hm? Oh, thanks…"
He took a sip from his coffee before starting to eat. Toaster waffles. A simple breakfast that any person could have when they were running late. And yet Pete felt like a little kid eating them.

Mike scooted the juice and coffee away from him and rested his head on the table.
" next time when you dont feel like going to school tell me bore i make breakfast." Mike whined.
Mike felt himself doze off at the table. He was too lazy to move so he figured hed just take a nap there. Why not?
" i shouldn’t have mixed coffee and orange juice. Bleh. " mike complained. It was times like these when mike hated being an adult. He missed his mom. When he was little she’d make the perfect amount of everything, and always have a kickass breakfast, and shed leave cute notes in his lunch. And then one day it all stoped.
Damn. Now mike just made himself sad. Great.

"I don’t feel like going, but I am, so wake up before I take your car and drive myself to school." Pete said, finishing the waffles and his own coffee. He figured since Mike was tired, he’d get up and put his own dishes away. Well, in the sink at least. He made a face when Mike mentioned mixing coffee and orange juice.
"Only you would think of something so gross." He mumbled, grabbing his bag. He was actually tempted to take mike’s car and drive to school, or walk, whichever worked, even though he didn’t want to go the fuck to school.

Mike got up and got his keys. Pete was so polar about things. He put on a sweater.
" okay, i’ll drive you, i don’t like it when you walk everywhere, it makes me nervous," mike told.
He grabbed Pete’s backpack and put it in the car. Pete trailed along.
Moving didn’t make him feel any better. He probably felt bad from all the stress yesterday, then a shitty breakfast. Either way his body was taking its revenge.
He waited for pete to get in the car before starting it.
Mike just was just excited about going back to sleep. He really wished pete was out of high school. It made it hard to do anything.
Like waking up a decent hour.

"I’ve been walking everywhere since I was like six. I know the streets here like the back of my hand and I can guarantee you that even if I was completely blind, I’d still be able to walk places better than someone who could see." Pete countered, more making a point than trying to argue about anything. He got into the car.
"I just can’t wait to graduate already." He mumbled. He would rather stay home and sleep the day away or if he had to go to class, Pete would rather have all music classes. Ugh, but he had to follow the curriculum at the high school, so he was stuck in his core classes not taking the music classes he wanted to take. Oh well, at least when he graduated, he’d have more time to practice.

Mike drove to the school rather quickly. There werent many cars on the streets and he want really paying much attention.
The sunlight hurt his eyes and he really, really considered just kicking pete out of the car and driving home, but decided to not be an asshole and dropped him off in the front of the school.
" have fun at school, eat your lunch, try not to get in a fight, i love you" mike told pete, while handing him his bag.
Yes. Now he could go back to sleep. Yes.

The drive there was faster than Pete was used to, but he wouldn’t complain. The faster he got to school, the faster he could get the damn day over. First thing’s first though, he had to check in with the principle.
When they arrived at the school Pete grabbed his bag. Again, sometimes he felt like Mike was his freaking parent rather than his boyfriend. “Alright, alright. I’ll try, but I’m not promising anything.” He said, getting out of the car. “I love you too.”

Mike drove home and instantly walked upstairs to his room. Since it was already morning, some sunlight seeped through his curtains. Mike decided to just sleep in the bed in the closet, because it’d be completely dark in there.
He stripped of his pants and crawled into the bed. It was nice and cool.
Mike kept his phone nearbye, in case pete needed him. He didn’t want a repeat of hesterday. Mike closed his eyes and started to sleep again.

Pete sighed, walking towards the school. He was tempted to skip class and hang out behind the school like he used to, but he’d be alone if he did. Firkle was still in middle school, Henrietta graduated, and so had Michael, though Pete felt like if he saw Michael any time soon, he’d punch him in the groin, since he couldn’t reach Michael’s face.
Instead of skipping, however, Pete made his way to the principle’s office to check in like he had been told to. Unfortunately, he couldn’t just get it over with because the principle usually had a lot of people waiting to talk with them before homeroom, including kids who were in trouble or kids who needed to make an appointment with their guidance counselor or whatever.

Mike slept for an hour or so feeling much better. He needed his solid 8 hours or he was hella cranky. He thought about texting Pete, but didn’t want to annoy him.
He figured he should do some well need ed exercise. He got out of the closet and put on some shorts and headed to the treadmill. He figured he could probe only do three hours if he took breaks.
He put on his headphones and ran.

Pete sighed. He waited a good while before the principle was able to see him, but by then the bell had rang for homeroom. He’d be marker as late, but Pete knew the principle would let his homeroom teacher know where he was. He took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the principle’s desk when he was allowed to go in.
"Goodmorning Pete." The principle greeted, only to receive a shrug and a mumbled "Morning" in response. "How did things go yesterday?"
"Not that it’s really any of your business what goes on in my relationship, but since my responses were affecting other students, I think you’ll be happy to know that unless someone calls me Peggy again or makes a derogatory comment towards or about me, I won’t be acting out again." Pete explained. The principle nodded as they listened. "Not that I have to tell you, but because you were probably gonna ask anyways, basically what happened was that I needed some space and time to cool off, so I spent a bit of time with one of my other friends. When I went back home, Mike and I made up and came to a sort of understanding I guess? I dunno, all that matters is that everything’s kind of returned to normal."
"Well I’m glad to hear that. You know the drill about responding to comments from other students, though, so I won’t read you that lecture again." The principle said, smiling at Pete. "You’re free to go to homeroom, though there’s not much time left."
"I’ll just get a head start to my first class." Pete said, standing up.
"Good idea. Don’t forget to use your cane. That was the deal." The principle reminded Pete, who grumbled, but took the cane out of his backpack.
"Alright, alright, whatever."

2:24pm August 22, 2014

 Closed rp

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" yesterday you said that youd get into more trouble or something like that.. I mean you can, but you might get sent to the office or something. " mike reminded. Great he woke up at the break of fucking dawn just for pete to no go. Oh well. At least itd be a productive day.
Mike made himself a glass of orange juice and sat next to pete.
" your makeup looks good this morning." Mike complimented. He gently kissed petes forehead.
Mike was not at all hungry, apparently coffee and orange juice was not a very settling. He was so stupid in the morning.

"Yeah, that’s true… but I’m tired…" Pete mumbled, reaching for his coffee mug. He also didn’t want to run into that asshole in his English class, but he wasn’t gonna bring that up. Spring break was right around the corner and he’d be able to sleep in all he wanted. He barely registered the compliment, responding with a "Hm? Oh, thanks…"
He took a sip from his coffee before starting to eat. Toaster waffles. A simple breakfast that any person could have when they were running late. And yet Pete felt like a little kid eating them.

Mike scooted the juice and coffee away from him and rested his head on the table.
" next time when you dont feel like going to school tell me bore i make breakfast." Mike whined.
Mike felt himself doze off at the table. He was too lazy to move so he figured hed just take a nap there. Why not?
" i shouldn’t have mixed coffee and orange juice. Bleh. " mike complained. It was times like these when mike hated being an adult. He missed his mom. When he was little she’d make the perfect amount of everything, and always have a kickass breakfast, and shed leave cute notes in his lunch. And then one day it all stoped.
Damn. Now mike just made himself sad. Great.

"I don’t feel like going, but I am, so wake up before I take your car and drive myself to school." Pete said, finishing the waffles and his own coffee. He figured since Mike was tired, he’d get up and put his own dishes away. Well, in the sink at least. He made a face when Mike mentioned mixing coffee and orange juice.
"Only you would think of something so gross." He mumbled, grabbing his bag. He was actually tempted to take mike’s car and drive to school, or walk, whichever worked, even though he didn’t want to go the fuck to school.

Mike got up and got his keys. Pete was so polar about things. He put on a sweater.
" okay, i’ll drive you, i don’t like it when you walk everywhere, it makes me nervous," mike told.
He grabbed Pete’s backpack and put it in the car. Pete trailed along.
Moving didn’t make him feel any better. He probably felt bad from all the stress yesterday, then a shitty breakfast. Either way his body was taking its revenge.
He waited for pete to get in the car before starting it.
Mike just was just excited about going back to sleep. He really wished pete was out of high school. It made it hard to do anything.
Like waking up a decent hour.

"I’ve been walking everywhere since I was like six. I know the streets here like the back of my hand and I can guarantee you that even if I was completely blind, I’d still be able to walk places better than someone who could see." Pete countered, more making a point than trying to argue about anything. He got into the car.
"I just can’t wait to graduate already." He mumbled. He would rather stay home and sleep the day away or if he had to go to class, Pete would rather have all music classes. Ugh, but he had to follow the curriculum at the high school, so he was stuck in his core classes not taking the music classes he wanted to take. Oh well, at least when he graduated, he’d have more time to practice.

Mike drove to the school rather quickly. There werent many cars on the streets and he want really paying much attention.
The sunlight hurt his eyes and he really, really considered just kicking pete out of the car and driving home, but decided to not be an asshole and dropped him off in the front of the school.
" have fun at school, eat your lunch, try not to get in a fight, i love you" mike told pete, while handing him his bag.
Yes. Now he could go back to sleep. Yes.

The drive there was faster than Pete was used to, but he wouldn’t complain. The faster he got to school, the faster he could get the damn day over. First thing’s first though, he had to check in with the principle.
When they arrived at the school Pete grabbed his bag. Again, sometimes he felt like Mike was his freaking parent rather than his boyfriend. “Alright, alright. I’ll try, but I’m not promising anything.” He said, getting out of the car. “I love you too.”

Mike drove home and instantly walked upstairs to his room. Since it was already morning, some sunlight seeped through his curtains. Mike decided to just sleep in the bed in the closet, because it’d be completely dark in there.
He stripped of his pants and crawled into the bed. It was nice and cool.
Mike kept his phone nearbye, in case pete needed him. He didn’t want a repeat of hesterday. Mike closed his eyes and started to sleep again.

Pete sighed, walking towards the school. He was tempted to skip class and hang out behind the school like he used to, but he’d be alone if he did. Firkle was still in middle school, Henrietta graduated, and so had Michael, though Pete felt like if he saw Michael any time soon, he’d punch him in the groin, since he couldn’t reach Michael’s face.
Instead of skipping, however, Pete made his way to the principle’s office to check in like he had been told to. Unfortunately, he couldn’t just get it over with because the principle usually had a lot of people waiting to talk with them before homeroom, including kids who were in trouble or kids who needed to make an appointment with their guidance counselor or whatever.

10:52am August 22, 2014

 Closed rp

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" yesterday you said that youd get into more trouble or something like that.. I mean you can, but you might get sent to the office or something. " mike reminded. Great he woke up at the break of fucking dawn just for pete to no go. Oh well. At least itd be a productive day.
Mike made himself a glass of orange juice and sat next to pete.
" your makeup looks good this morning." Mike complimented. He gently kissed petes forehead.
Mike was not at all hungry, apparently coffee and orange juice was not a very settling. He was so stupid in the morning.

"Yeah, that’s true… but I’m tired…" Pete mumbled, reaching for his coffee mug. He also didn’t want to run into that asshole in his English class, but he wasn’t gonna bring that up. Spring break was right around the corner and he’d be able to sleep in all he wanted. He barely registered the compliment, responding with a "Hm? Oh, thanks…"
He took a sip from his coffee before starting to eat. Toaster waffles. A simple breakfast that any person could have when they were running late. And yet Pete felt like a little kid eating them.

Mike scooted the juice and coffee away from him and rested his head on the table.
" next time when you dont feel like going to school tell me bore i make breakfast." Mike whined.
Mike felt himself doze off at the table. He was too lazy to move so he figured hed just take a nap there. Why not?
" i shouldn’t have mixed coffee and orange juice. Bleh. " mike complained. It was times like these when mike hated being an adult. He missed his mom. When he was little she’d make the perfect amount of everything, and always have a kickass breakfast, and shed leave cute notes in his lunch. And then one day it all stoped.
Damn. Now mike just made himself sad. Great.

"I don’t feel like going, but I am, so wake up before I take your car and drive myself to school." Pete said, finishing the waffles and his own coffee. He figured since Mike was tired, he’d get up and put his own dishes away. Well, in the sink at least. He made a face when Mike mentioned mixing coffee and orange juice.
"Only you would think of something so gross." He mumbled, grabbing his bag. He was actually tempted to take mike’s car and drive to school, or walk, whichever worked, even though he didn’t want to go the fuck to school.

Mike got up and got his keys. Pete was so polar about things. He put on a sweater.
" okay, i’ll drive you, i don’t like it when you walk everywhere, it makes me nervous," mike told.
He grabbed Pete’s backpack and put it in the car. Pete trailed along.
Moving didn’t make him feel any better. He probably felt bad from all the stress yesterday, then a shitty breakfast. Either way his body was taking its revenge.
He waited for pete to get in the car before starting it.
Mike just was just excited about going back to sleep. He really wished pete was out of high school. It made it hard to do anything.
Like waking up a decent hour.

"I’ve been walking everywhere since I was like six. I know the streets here like the back of my hand and I can guarantee you that even if I was completely blind, I’d still be able to walk places better than someone who could see." Pete countered, more making a point than trying to argue about anything. He got into the car.
"I just can’t wait to graduate already." He mumbled. He would rather stay home and sleep the day away or if he had to go to class, Pete would rather have all music classes. Ugh, but he had to follow the curriculum at the high school, so he was stuck in his core classes not taking the music classes he wanted to take. Oh well, at least when he graduated, he’d have more time to practice.

Mike drove to the school rather quickly. There werent many cars on the streets and he want really paying much attention.
The sunlight hurt his eyes and he really, really considered just kicking pete out of the car and driving home, but decided to not be an asshole and dropped him off in the front of the school.
" have fun at school, eat your lunch, try not to get in a fight, i love you" mike told pete, while handing him his bag.
Yes. Now he could go back to sleep. Yes.

The drive there was faster than Pete was used to, but he wouldn’t complain. The faster he got to school, the faster he could get the damn day over. First thing’s first though, he had to check in with the principle.
When they arrived at the school Pete grabbed his bag. Again, sometimes he felt like Mike was his freaking parent rather than his boyfriend. “Alright, alright. I’ll try, but I’m not promising anything.” He said, getting out of the car. “I love you too.”