skoosiepants | I still can't spell the alphabet (Reply)

I've got a flash animation class tomorrow and Tuesday and won't be at work or have internet all day. I's affeared! The class should be fun, though.

MCR!Spencer is at 23k and is just a rambling mess of high school AU shenanigans. I think I finally decided on a Spencer pairing, though. And I've decided that Spencer's female OC friend (every badfic premise needs one!) is an amalgam of every bandom girl ever plus my Ginny from Otherwise (which is actually a characterization inspired by my pet house rabbit, Happy, because I'm weird like that.) Also, Patrick has sort of developed a heterosexual mancrush on Mike Carden. *hands*

Mike gives them a funny look, and Spencer realizes they’re all kind of staring at him, and Patrick lets out a pained groan.

“Oh my fucking god, seriously,” Patrick says, tugging his hat down low on his forehead.

Johnson pats his shoulder. “Dude, it’s fine. He already thinks we’re all insane thanks to Butcher.”

The drum section has a reputation, Spencer’s found out. This is mainly because the Butcher enjoys sporting skimpy short-shorts whenever possible, and Spencer has no idea how he manages to pull that look off and not get the shit beaten out of him.

Butcher gives them a slow smile and says, “I’m awesome. You’d be lost without me.”

“You sunbathed on my front lawn all weekend,” Johnson says, kicking his bag under his chair and sitting down next to Patrick. “My parents think we’re dating. I’m not even gay.”

“You’re just confused.” Butcher reaches across Patrick and pats Johnson’s knee. “Soon, Johnson. Soon, you’ll succumb to my naked wiles.”

Johnson shoves at his hand, says, “Fuck off,” but he’s grinning.

So. That's all I got. Nothing else exciting is going on at the mo.