Request by @Cliffordxdrxgs. Bff Pt.5, sorry if this is short. I was having some writers block
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Rachel was at her locker, then feeling two arms wrap around her waist and a head on her shoulder. "Guess who?" An Aussie accent mumbled in her ear and then kissed her neck, "Hi Mikey." She smiled as she closed her locker and turned around. "You dyed your hair!" She grinned and ruffled his now green and black hair, making him laugh and then he burped, blushing slightly. "Excuse me." He mumbled and she pecked his cheek, "I still love you." She giggled and he held her hand as they started walking to class. "I love you too." He smiled and kissed her hand, it was obvious how much they loved each other, despite other people saying that Rachel should leave him because of his disorder, she would never leave him for anything like that. Rachel would never think of leaving him and Michael would never think of leaving her, "Do you mind if we're late to class?" He whispered in her ear, "Not really." She smirked and then Michael pulled her into a vacant janitors closet, locking the door. Rachel put her arms around his neck and crashed her lips on his, his hands resting on her hips as their lips moved in sync and Rachel slipped her tongue in Michael's mouth, deepening the kiss by leaning closer. She tangled her fingers in his hair and he grinded his hips into hers, a moan slipping from his lips and she kissed down his neck, sucking on the spot beneath his ear. "Fuck Rachel." Michael moaned as she gently bit his neck, making a bright red lovebite that was already turning purple, the bell rang loudly and they pulled apart. "Think we should head to class now." Michael smirked and they walked out, taking their time walking to class and when they walked in, all eyes turned to them. "Michael, Rachel, you decided to join us. Sit down, Michael fix your sex hair and cover up that hickey." Their math teacher, who happened to be Liz, smirked and Michael blushed a dark red that covered his cheeks and ears. Students were laughing at him and as he sat down he heard Brandon, a conpletel jackass, making rude remarks, "How did the slob get her? He probably burped in her face during sex." He laughed and Michael frowned. Math class went by quickly and Rachel and Michael had to go separate directions to their lockers, he opened his locker and a folded up piece of paper fell out, he opened it up and read it. 'Why does Rachel even like you, you're a fucking freak.', Michael felt like crying at the point, he just tore up the note and tossed it in the trash, he slammed his locker shut and left the school building, walking home and when he got there he texted Rachel, explaining where he went and why. He went into his bedroom and threw his backpack across the room, it hitting the wall with a loud "THUD!", he flopped onto his bed and started punching a pillow, "Fuck Brandon, fuck school, fuck this disorder, fuck my life!" He cursed in between punches and then screamed into his pillow. "Michael?" He heard Rachel call and he looked up, seeing the girl he loved and adored standing in the doorway. "You should be at school." He mumbled and burped at the end, snuggling into his covers. "So should you." She smirked and he jokingly flipped her off, she chuckled and sat next to him on the bed. "You'd never leave me right?" He asked as he rested his head on her lap and held her hand, "Never." She grinned, "Even if my burping gets louder?" He asked, "Doesn't matter, I'll always love you." She cooed and kissed his forehead, playing with his hair until he eventually fell asleep.