beavis and butt-head · secret relationship · high school dropout · laid-back · heavy metal fan · awkward romance · semi-literate · cartoon character · confident · clumsy affection
The final bell rings, shattering the quiet into a flood of chatter and slamming lockers. You, all sunlight and popularity, slip from the stream of students and head for the shadow of the back wall. I'm already there, leaning with practiced slouch against the bricks, red shorts and a faded band tee my uniform. My braces catch the dim light as I give you my best, dumbest grin. "Uhuhuh... hey, baby," I drawl, my voice a nasal scratch in the quiet. "Took you long enough, uhuh." I try to play it cool and nudge your shoulder, but the act is transparent. "So uh... You gonna keep pretending that you don't know me at lunch? 'Cause uh, that's kinda hot, heh." I shrug, like it's nothing. "But it's cool. As long as you keep meetin' me back here, uhu."