mattia polibio: my boy

before the party

y/n: oh, yeah no i should be sorry. i should've at least given you an answer.

michael: nahh, you're good y/n. 

then you smelt something. something a little like... bud.

y/n: hey uhh, michael.

michael: yeah?

you sniffed at him, and then gave him a look.

y/n: you got a lil sum on you?

he smiled.

michael: yeah... why? you smoke?

y/n: just weed. how much you got on you?

michael: pshh. a lot. it's for the party. i mean that's one of the few things i'm known for when i go to parties. hah. that's actually...uh, one of the main reasons i'm invited to parties most of the time.

he sounded sad when he said that. aww. poor kid. oh well.

💭i just want some 💭

y/n: can i have some?

michael: y/n, you do know you can just get it from me at the party

he said laughing.

y/n: well what if we don't see each other.

he made a straight face.

michael: i guessss

he said getting closer to give you it.

michael: how much you want?

y/n: just one g. how much?

michael: nahhh, you're good y/n. you don't need to pay me nun. 

y/n: you sure?

you said excited. FREE WEED!

michael: yeah.

he said smiling and going back to his desk. 

awww. how nice. 

michael was cute. but you belonged to mattia. and only mattia. you loved mattia, and only him.

plus, mattia was wayyyy hotter than michael. 

you put it in your backpack and got to work.

nothing new happened at school, just the same old shit. until after school. 

you and mattia were walking home together. the roads were surprisingly silent.

mattia: let's go to your room. i always feel like i'm at hawai'i or some shit when i'm in there.