A little bird told me that you happen to, ah, have no prospects.” You don’t come to your locker very often, do you?” He jerks his head back right as Hermie leans in. He really did forget something, one of his pens- the one with the raccoons on it that he can’t write notes without, so… He puts his phone away and winces, before opening his locker and digging around a bit. Normal finds he doesn’t mind as much as he should. if ur gonna meet up w him or smth dont? hes not in love w you or whatever he said he probably just wants you 4 the dance and thats it” Scary? Does she need something, or… “dude he rlly is a fucking weirdo. Normal makes his way out of the lunchroom and feels his phone buzz in his pocket. Taylor shrugs and starts texting someone (probably Erica) immediately- Link glances at him as he stands but doesn’t seem to care, and Scary rolls her eyes at him and starts texting as well. Normal’s stomach twists, and moments later he stands abruptly and says, “Hold on, I forgot something at my locker. It’s kind of a Swift thing,” Scary drawls. “-not that I think you’re one, but she doesn’t know you that great- but if he’s weird then she can just back out!” “Hey, she could just be saying that so that if he’s… like, a creep or something-” Normal glances over at Taylor. The most recent message is, “Fine then, but we enter alone & I reserve the right to back out”, which is… not really promising for their potential relationship. He thrusts his phone towards them- there’s a conversation between himself and ‘e drippy’ displayed on the screen. “Aaaanyway,” Taylor says, “I’ve got a date to the dance. She just raises an eyebrow before looking away, though, so he’s pretty sure he’s in the clear? “N- no, it’s alright! I was just… wondering why I didn’t remember that.” He laughs a little awkwardly, but everyone sans Scary ignores it. “He wouldn’t stop flirting with me that one time we were hanging out at Taylor’s,” she mutters. “Um, but, Normal,” Link starts, fiddling with a loose string on his friendship bracelet (Normal still has his on his bedside table so he doesn’t lose it), “he’s… Herman, well, he’s, uh, kind of a creep? Like…” “You’re all fucking stupid,” she grumbles, crossing her arms and sinking in her seat. Scary rolls her eyes and blows some hair out of her face. “That’s not- he wouldn’t-” he sputters, at the same time Taylor says, “You’re gross for saying that!” Normal’s face flushes immediately, and this is exactly why he’s so attached to the mascot suit. Link bites his lip and refuses to meet anyone’s gaze. “Stop talking about how your brother wants in Norm’s pants or whatever the fuck.” “Hermie’s going to ask me out?” Normal asks incredulously. “Oh, he’s suuuuper lame, yeah,” Taylor agrees, before too-quickly adding, “But that’s not relevant!” “I- I mean, that’s great, a- and all, but he’s sort of a-” “Taylor, is your brother going to ask Norm out?” Link asks, looking more than a little nervous (and more than a little upset, for some reason). “I mean, uh- you- you like guys, right? So- so if you have a crush it’s going to be a du-” “I bet it’s the dance.” He rocks his cane back and forth beside the table. You’ve been like this for three fucking minutes, dude. We asked you about Teeny and the school like, five times now and you’ve said jack shit. “Oh noooo! Normal’s deaddddd! We’re gonna have to burn him in his mascot suit, it’s what he would’ve wanted.” She jabs her plastic fork, one of the tines bent uselessly, in his direction. “Jesus, we thought you, like, died in there or something,” Scary drawls as she sits back down, before feigning sorrow. Normal blinks, although nobody can see it. Normal.” Someone claps their hands directly in front of his face. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 15,908 Chapters: 6/? Comments: 37 Kudos: 35 Bookmarks: 5 Hits: 271
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