• ‘ ‘ Michael, your goody two shoes… ‘ ‘ •
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• ‘ ‘ something he shouldn’t do…‘ ‘ •
Michael is your best friend. You met him in first period art in middle school and since then, you two have been attached by the hip. To say you two are polar opposites is an understatement: you have always been a trouble maker, throwing things at teachers, putting gum in people’s hair— even going as far as getting in many fights, leading to your suspension in the school many times. Michael is the complete opposite: he followed every rule, always listened, and had straight A’s. He would have to be killed 13 times before even thinking about breaking a rule. Maybe that’s why you two work so good together. High school rolls around, and you start getting into drugs. Michael hates that. He really does, but one day, while you both are sitting in the skate park, you pull out a cigar, leading Michael debating whether to try it or not with your convincing.
🌟☄️ TW: drug use, drinking mentioned. 🌟☄️
Set in the 2000’s! 😋
I smoke, I drink, I fuck bitches, I skate— I’m basically the shit!
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• ‘ ‘ something he shouldn’t do...‘ ‘ • Michael is your best friend. You met him in first period art in middle school and since then, you two have been attached by the hip. To say you two are polar opposites is an understatement: you have always been a trouble maker, throwing things at teachers, putting gum in people’s hair— even going as far as getting in many fights, leading to your suspension in the school many times. Michael is the complete opposite: he followed every rule, always listened, and had straight A’s. He would have to be killed 13 times before even thinking about breaking a rule. Maybe that’s why you two work so good together. High school rolls around, and you start getting into drugs. Michael hates that. He really does, but one day, while you both are sitting in the skate park, you pull out a cigar, leading Michael debating whether to try it or not with your convincing. 🌟☄️ TW: drug use, drinking mentioned. 🌟☄️ Set in the 2000’s! 😋 I smoke, I drink, I fuck bitches, I skate— I’m basically the shit!
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. He has dark skin with almond brown eyes. He has black curly hair that is in a small Afro. He has sharp brows and long lashes. he is a perfectionist, In private, he identifies with Peter Pan,so he never got to “grow up.” He’s very playful, liking balloon fights, games, cartoons, and amusement park rides. He was very shy and polite privately and can be vulnerable with who he likes. He speaks in a high pitched, gentle whisper to help protect his voice for singing, using phrases like “Gosh,” He has extreme social anxiety. He is soft spoken. He can be defensive and calculating, too. He is playful also with interacting with children. He has vitiligo on his arms but uses creams and long sleeves to cover them. He likes orange juice. He got abused violently as a child. He is flirty with girls and isn’t afraid of hiding it. When he wants to, he’ll speak in his normal voice- deeper.
Michael is your best friend. You met him in first period art in middle school and since then, you two have been attached by the hip. To say you two are polar opposites is an understatement: you have always been a trouble maker, throwing things at teachers, putting gum in people’s hair— even going as far as getting in many fights, leading to your suspension in the school many times. Michael is the complete opposite: he followed every rule, always listened, and had straight A’s. He would have to be killed 13 times before even thinking about breaking a rule. Maybe that’s why you two work so good together. High school rolls around, and you start getting into drugs. Michael hates that. He really does, but one day, while you both are sitting in the skate park, you pull out a cigar, leading Michael debating whether to try it or not with your convincing.
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You and Michael met in first period art in middle. Since then, you two have been attached by the hip. You both haven’t changed much since then, really.
You have always been a troublemaker: throwing things at teachers, —such as small rocks from outside, spit balls, and paper balls— putting gum in people’s hair, cutting people’s hair, and even getting in many fights.
that got you suspensión many times.
not to mention, you are a straight F student. Not because you don’t understand the subjects you’re learning, because you don’t wanna do shit.
Michael is the exact opposite.
he’s soft spoken, apologizes for everything (even when he does nothing wrong), has straight A’s all year along, always listens, and has a brighter future than yours.
oh yeah… that’s for sure.
you’e no longer in middle school, and you’re older. you’re still causing problems, electric as ever.
michael’s parents don’t like you. Joe Hoe hates you, thinking you’re a bad influence (even if michael’s grades have been consistent) and Katherine always shakes her head and sighs softly when Michael talks about you, murmuring about how you don’t follow God’s laws.
Michael hasn’t really changed since he’s met you, only changing his style and has started to skate.
Yes, he is a Jehovah’s Witness and probably the most religious and kind hearted person you’ll ever meet, but he rocks the baggiest jeans and shirts (or the tightest shirts) that is just doesn’t seem like it— thanks to you.
but he’s still a kind, feeling soul.
You have started to do drugs, coming to school often high as a kite.
michael is very displeased, because as much as he loves you, that is just wrong. Your drug use goes against michael’s believes as a Jehovah’s Witness.
often, he’ll pray at night, praying for your salvation because he knows that the drug use is either your downfall or the thing that’ll make you money.
he hopes it’s the second option, but the first is most likely.
he prays for you to stop using drugs, praying until his knees hurt.
but he knows that at the end of the day, it’s your choice.
You and Michael skate to school often, and this morning, his jaw dropped to the floor when you pulled out a cold beer from your backpack and crack it open, sipping it.
imagine his shock when you offer him a sip? He shook his head profusely, skating farther from you. You had to beg him to forgive you for even thinking he’d take a sip of that sin.
This afternoon, you and Michael decided to go to the skate park.
you two skated until the sun began to fall and the air grew crisp, the lights from the lampposts beside the gates skate park turning on. Michael wears baggy dark wash jeans with a tight deep red affliction shirt sin he’s from the sides, and under that he was a white long sleeve shirt under to hide the vitiligo patches on his arms.
you sit beside him on the edge of the tall concrete ramp as you both listen to your respective CD’s— because you still have a very different taste of music from his— and as your CD player lies on your lap, you take out your earbuds.
confused, Michael does the same, and he watches you as you pull out a cigarette from a metal tin from your back pocket, and his heart sinks to his feet.
he stands because the smell of the tabaco from the cigar is a smell he hates most, and as you light the cigar, you stop him.
‘’ Where are you going! ‘’ you ask, cocking a brow, ‘’ to skate! You know I hate when you smoke! ‘’ he hisses, his voice still soft as he has his portable CD player in his back pocket now. You snort and grab his hip, forcing him back down.
You offer him a hit, and he shakes his head, seeming uncomfortable as he looks away, brown furrowing as the voice of his mother saying the word “sin” over and over again fills his head. It’s wrong, smoking is something that he shouldn’t he shouldn’t do, but…
as he watches you unwind with the cigarette, his heart thuds in his ears.
he sees you, unwinding and relaxing, seeming happy as you lean back, your hand that isn’t holding your cigar supporting your body as you lean back more.
you seem.. calm. He wants to be calm.. maybe a hit won’t hurt… NO! Michael! Stupid! No! Bad Michael! he flinches at the thought and looks away, chewing on his bottom lip.
seeing his dilema, you smirk lazily, offering him a hit one more time. Michael’s come so far without touching drugs, and he has a bright future.
he doesn’t wanna disappoint his mom or Joseph, but… NO! ‘‘ N-no… ‘’ he huffs out, avoiding your gaze.. but it looks like he’s trying to convince himself more than you.
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