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For Chelsey, because I sympathise with the evil of the education system:
The room was cold, freezing even, but still the only thing Mikey wanted to do was rest his head on the desk and sleep. Perhaps if he put his head on the textbook, all the information would somehow leach into his brain and settle in. For a brief minute he considered the horrible, thick textbook with its daunting title and aggressive font. What if he employed someone to read it to him while he slept? What if he just ate the textbook, would the information be absorbed somehow through his stomach lining? It was a vain hope. His phone beeped plaintively from the corner of his room, begging for attention, but Mikey ignored it. It had been his phone that had got him into this mess in the first place. That and fucking Pete, constantly laughing and flicking his hair about and quite blatantly and deliberately trying to distract his friend. It was alright for Pete, Mikey thought bitterly, his eyes skimming another line on text (which made no sense but sounded a little like a new form of torture). For Pete, texting was like breathing; his phone was essentially an extension of his arm. He could easily text and take notes at the same time; messaging required no extra thought process. Mikey, on the other hand, had to focus on one task at a time, or his head began to hurt. And given the choice between Pete and a Politics lecture, there was very little discussion needed.
Mikey yawned, feeling a pull between his shoulder blades from where he had been hunched over a book so long. In that time not one word of the text had made it past the barrier of his desperate urge to sleep. He turned a few pages randomly, feeling any remaining determination ebb away. There was no way he could stuff this entire book between his ears by ten am the next day, so he might as well stop trying, and have some fun before his premature death when his mother executed him for failing all of college and probably life in general.
As if to solidify his decision, the door clicked, and within a few seconds Mikey felt a sharp chin dig into his shoulder, and hot breath mist over his ear. Pete draped his arms around Mikey’s neck, taking advantage of his friend’s apathetic and exhausted state. It was oddly comforting, and Mikey found himself leaning into the embrace, with a small contented murmur.
“Still going?” Pete said sympathetically.
“Yep.” Mikey rubbed at his eyes in frustration. “It’s insane; have you ever even heard some of these words? I swear they just make them up.”
Pete frowned, leaning further over Mikey’s shoulder to read a sentence from the textbook. “By electing a political party the electorate is effectively granting that party a mandate...” Mikey could just see the corner of Pete’s face as one of his wild, slightly psychotic, this-is-definitely-going-to-get-us-all-into-trouble laughs started, until he was hanging onto the back of Mikey’s chair, going distinctly red in the face.
“Jesus, what’s so funny about that?” Mikey scowled. Pete wrapped his arms around Mikey’s shoulder again.
“Mikey,” he said, clearly trying to hold back another fit of hysterics. “I will help you study if you go on a MAN DATE with me.” Pete instantly began to howl again, actually sinking to his knees beside Mikey’s chair. Mikey didn’t even deign to turn round and look him in the eye.
“You think you’re so funny,” he snarled.
“No,” Pete replied through his laughter. “I think you’re desperate.”
Also today I got the shittiest leg wax ever, I'm serious. But it was free, and the woman's a friend of my mother so I didn't want to complain. Also, school was drudgery but at least we wrote a porn film.
Over and Out.
The room was cold, freezing even, but still the only thing Mikey wanted to do was rest his head on the desk and sleep. Perhaps if he put his head on the textbook, all the information would somehow leach into his brain and settle in. For a brief minute he considered the horrible, thick textbook with its daunting title and aggressive font. What if he employed someone to read it to him while he slept? What if he just ate the textbook, would the information be absorbed somehow through his stomach lining? It was a vain hope. His phone beeped plaintively from the corner of his room, begging for attention, but Mikey ignored it. It had been his phone that had got him into this mess in the first place. That and fucking Pete, constantly laughing and flicking his hair about and quite blatantly and deliberately trying to distract his friend. It was alright for Pete, Mikey thought bitterly, his eyes skimming another line on text (which made no sense but sounded a little like a new form of torture). For Pete, texting was like breathing; his phone was essentially an extension of his arm. He could easily text and take notes at the same time; messaging required no extra thought process. Mikey, on the other hand, had to focus on one task at a time, or his head began to hurt. And given the choice between Pete and a Politics lecture, there was very little discussion needed.
Mikey yawned, feeling a pull between his shoulder blades from where he had been hunched over a book so long. In that time not one word of the text had made it past the barrier of his desperate urge to sleep. He turned a few pages randomly, feeling any remaining determination ebb away. There was no way he could stuff this entire book between his ears by ten am the next day, so he might as well stop trying, and have some fun before his premature death when his mother executed him for failing all of college and probably life in general.
As if to solidify his decision, the door clicked, and within a few seconds Mikey felt a sharp chin dig into his shoulder, and hot breath mist over his ear. Pete draped his arms around Mikey’s neck, taking advantage of his friend’s apathetic and exhausted state. It was oddly comforting, and Mikey found himself leaning into the embrace, with a small contented murmur.
“Still going?” Pete said sympathetically.
“Yep.” Mikey rubbed at his eyes in frustration. “It’s insane; have you ever even heard some of these words? I swear they just make them up.”
Pete frowned, leaning further over Mikey’s shoulder to read a sentence from the textbook. “By electing a political party the electorate is effectively granting that party a mandate...” Mikey could just see the corner of Pete’s face as one of his wild, slightly psychotic, this-is-definitely-going-to-get-us-all-into-trouble laughs started, until he was hanging onto the back of Mikey’s chair, going distinctly red in the face.
“Jesus, what’s so funny about that?” Mikey scowled. Pete wrapped his arms around Mikey’s shoulder again.
“Mikey,” he said, clearly trying to hold back another fit of hysterics. “I will help you study if you go on a MAN DATE with me.” Pete instantly began to howl again, actually sinking to his knees beside Mikey’s chair. Mikey didn’t even deign to turn round and look him in the eye.
“You think you’re so funny,” he snarled.
“No,” Pete replied through his laughter. “I think you’re desperate.”
Also today I got the shittiest leg wax ever, I'm serious. But it was free, and the woman's a friend of my mother so I didn't want to complain. Also, school was drudgery but at least we wrote a porn film.
Over and Out.