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1ST PERSON POV:
While sneaking over to Neon’s house, I almost broke my leg trying to climb down from my room.
How long will it take Wing to notice I’m gone?
Looking up at the window where I just struggled to get out of, I hear a car pull up.
“(Name), I take it? Madame Neon requested we drive you to her house,” the driver said as another man opened the door for me.
“(Name), get in. I can’t wait to start our girls night,” Neon loudly proclaimed, sticking her head out the window.
“Neon, keep it down. How did you even know where I live,” I asked her, stepping into the car.
“Don’t worry abt it, pookie,” Neon replied.
It was an awkward car ride to not her house, but her fucking MANSION.
“Neon, tf you need a house this big for,” I asked.
“Well, I need something to hold all my clothes,” Neon replied.
Omfg, she ate that up.
After giving me the long ass tour of her MANSION, Neon showed me to her room.
“Nice room,” I complimented, impressed by the size of her room.
“Thanks, pookie. My maids will be up soon to drop off your bag,” Neon informs me.
I could’ve brought my own bag up, but okay ig?
After her maids brought up my bag, we started doing each other's nails and talking shit about our classmates while Clueless played in the background.
“Right, and like, listen, Hisoka has a fatty, but he also has more red flags and crimes committed than a fat juicy ass can make up for! Like, if you committed crimes, I wouldn’t blame you cause you have a fat ass and you’re just a silly teenage girl, so like it’s bound to happen that you break a few laws. Yk,” Neon asked, taking the nail polish and applying a base coat.
“LITERALLY! Like, Idk how ppl excuse his behavior,” I reply.
“And he’s ugly to-”
“Ladies, can you PLEASE stfu,” Neon’s Dad asked, walking in.
“Fine, dad,” Neon answered, cleaning up the mess and getting ready for bed.
After an hour of lying in bed and making headcannons abt how fast Chuuya can twerk (It’s 300 mph), we went to bed.
“Good day, m’ladies. It is 6 am, time to wake up,” One of the butlers told us, waking us up.
We struggled to get up, since her bed was BEYOND comfy.
“Neon, we gotta get up,” I inform her in a groggy voice, pulling her arm.
“Go away….,” Neon cried. So, I did the only logical thing, and started blasting the Lego Batman Soundtrack in her ear.
“OMFG, THIS IS MY SHIT!”
“YOUNG LADIES KEEP IT DOWN”
“Sorry, Dad :3”
Then, there was the awkward limo ride, AGAIN.
“So Ms. (Last Name), what do you like to do,” Neon’s Dad asked.
“Read.”
“Read what?”
“Don’t worry abt that.”
We FINALLY made it to school.
“Goodbye, Dad!”
“Goodbye, Neon’s Dad!”
As we started walking towards the door, I noticed many people looking at us. Looking to Neon, who was holding onto my arm, I open the door for her and we walk in.
“They think we’re dating, don’t they?”
“Most definitely,” Neon answers, giggling while snuggling into my arm more.
Greatttttt.
“(NAME), WTF ARE YOU CHEATING ON ME?!?!?”
Not even 2 seconds into the building and Hisoka’s already harassing me.
“Hey, Hisoka-”
“DON’T CHANGE THE SUBJECT, YOU HARLET!”
“Stop whining, (Name) just prefers me over your creepy ass,” Neon jokes.
I don’t have time for this, I gotta get to class.
“Bye, Neon.”
“Bye bye, (Name) :3. Anyways, as I was saying. SHE OBVIOUSLY DOESN’T LIKE YOU,” Neon started cursing at Hisoka.
While walking to 1st hour, all I could hear was their shouts in the background.
“I HAVE THE FATTER ASS!”
“YOUR ASS IS NOTHING COMPARED TO (NAME)’S!”
“THIS IS WHY YOUR DADDY HATES YOUR SPOILED ASS!”
“AT LEAST I HAVE A DAD! YOUR PARENTS PROBABLY HAD A HEART ATTACK AT THE SIGHT Of YOU AFTER YOU WERE BORN, YOU FUCKING ORPHAN!”
I love AP English :3.
“(Name) we have a substitute,” one of my classmates informs me. I think their name was Canary.
“Who’s subbing for us today,” I ask her, putting my bag near my seat.
“I don’t actually kno-”
“WHATS GOOD HOES?” Looking towards the source of the loud voice, I see our substitute.
“Yo, bitches. I’m Mr. List, but y’all can call me Mr. Pimp.”
There’s no way this little ass boy is our sub for the day.
“Oh no! It’s Mr. Pimp, the man involed in 300 gangs and killed 200,000 people,” someone said, but I feel like “Mr.Pimp '' paid him to say that.
Lowkey, wouldn’t even be surprised at this point if either of those things were true.
“Ok, non-pimps, Ima take attendance,” Mr.List announces, skipping over to his desk, like a little lad would.
“I give up,” I say, sitting next to Canary, who was also in disbelief at the sight of our sub.
“(Name), (Last Name)?”
“Here.”
“That’s a bitchass name, if my parents named me that, I would never show up to school and kms,” Mr. List says.
“Oh, I definitely have that in mind now,” I mumble.
“Good, bc NOBODY should have to live with an atrocious name like that,” Mr. List responds.
“Alright, next. Canary?”
“Here.”
“Nice name, I fw it.”
“Thank you, Mr. List.”
At this point, I was tired and rested my head.
“Tf you relaxing for, (Last Name)? Bitch, y’all gotta read 29 pages of Shakespere and say your opinion on it,” Mr. List asks, calling me out.
Rolling my eyes, I take the packet that was passed back. Looking over it, I notice something is off.
“Mr. List, this is just someone’s MLP fursona?”
“It’s my fursona, dumb bitch.”
“Oh.”
“And what do y’all think abt it :3?”