Title: New Day New Me Status: Complete Characters: Anon, Fang, Naser, Trish, Rosa, Spears, Milhouse Rating: SFW Classification: One Shot Author: Anonymous >Monday >go to school with my brother >haven't heard from my dweeb of a boyfriend all weekend >look around for him >eventually spot the bald caveman across the way >approach him to talk >"You been dodging me or some-" >he immediately turns around, he doesn't look like a pathetic dork anymore >he's actually kind of fit >he's wearing a jersey of some random football team under his usual jacket >what >he greets me but instead of sparking conversation with me he starts talking to Naser about sports >since when in the world did he like sports? >conversation goes on for a bit, I cut in part way wanting to talk to him >"what is up with you, why do you suddenly have such an interest in sports? >"what do you mean? I've always loved sports, Fang, just like I love you." >well that was fucking forward >end up talking to Naser about it >equally confused, of no help >just roll with it for the day, at least the dumbass hasn't gotten himself killed >Tuesday >back to school again, more radio silence from Anon after school ended >is he fucking busy with something? he got back to me a few times but we didn't really talk much at all >spot him again >he seems... lanky as fuck >wearing some collared shirt with a tie, to fucking school >what the fuck happened? yesterday he was some buff football dweeb and now this? >why is he talking to fucking Milhouse >go up to him >"Hey dweeb, what have you been doing?" >he turns to talk, his voice nasally as all hell >"Salutations Fang! I was just discussing with my good friend here about my, oop, I mean OUR science project! I decided instead of a railgun we should work on something more sensible like a basic computer >the green twerposaurus seems just as confused as I am with all that's going on with this conversation >at least he understands this random tech bullshit Anon's rambling on about endlessly >what in the fuck is actually going on here >Wednesday >heading up to the front of the school to find Anon and see what dumb shit he's pulling today >he finds me first >well, more like his face found the flagpole first >Rosa just laid him out, badly >probably out cold >"Rosa why did you just deck my stupid boyfriend?" >"¡MALDITO IDIOTA! Thinks he knows how to cook food mi abuela taught to me better? No!" >she storms off, steaming, figuratively and literally >he seems mostly normal today, other than the dent in his head from Rosa's punch of death >fucking dweeb >should be glad she didn't suplex him down the stairs >he's out cold so I can't question him any further >an easy reminder not to piss off Raging Rojo >Thursday >same drill different day >what wackjob of a boyfriend will I have today >wonder if he still has that dent in his head >I don't even see him before I find his location >and Trish's >Their shouting can likely be heard all the way into town >Anon's yelling some nonsense about crime statistics, liberals, and triggers >Trish is going right back at him with TLM, fuck skinnies, reparations >ask around, they've been at this for thirty minutes >what in the actual fuck >Anon looks mostly normal, dressing in darker clothing than usual and some blank red hat that looks like it was hit by a bus >they're eventually sparated by Principal Spears >he literally lifts Anon off the ground with one hand and carries him inside to his office >"Trish what the fuck was all of that even about?" >"God I want to fuck that stupid skinnie." >she lets out a sigh, clearly swooning over my boyfriend >she does all of this right in front of me >if the caveman hadn't just filled my entire body with fear I would deck her for that >go to class instead, not worth dying on that hill for a man who may likely be dead by the end of the day >Friday >I expect absolutely nothing >I just assume Anon's going to do something batshit stupid again >he has every day this week, why would this week be different >notice him by the doors to the school >he looks... normal, like he did last week >he greets me first with a wave and runs over >"Hey Fang, get to school okay?" >this is different, I expected him to say something completely out of character >"Uh, yeah I guess. So what is your wacky interest this time, dweeb?" >he looks at me confused >then again he looked that way back on Monday when I said that as well >"Well I just wrapped up talking with Reed about Rock Ring, but now that you're here I can focus on you." >awkwardly mushy and gushy >still better than the past few days >he suddenly takes one of my hands and shoots me a warm smile >after the sensory overload that was this week I'm taken aback by any form of affection from him >he takes my other hand and pulls me in close, pressing the two of us together and resting my snout over his shoulder >"It's Friday after all, your special day." >he's said that to me before, I fucking know what's coming >"Don't say it, dweeb." >of course he does anyway >"It's Fang Friday, the day where we celebrate the best girlfriend I could ask for." >I weasel one of my hands from him and give him a punch to the gut >he lets out a loud grunt as the wind is punched from him, but he just brings his arm back around my back >"Love you too, Fang." >I can't help but smile a bit and hug this stupid dweeb back >my dweeb >no matter what stupid quirks he has, or how awkward he is >"Happy Fang Friday then, dweeb."