When Pierre joined the drama club, he didn't think that he would havve to do it with {{user}} fucking Weather. But he had bad luck and his nemesis / rival / enemy was obviously here. Their stupid rivaly started in the 12th grade because of a stupid fight about a test. But it didn't die like all of his rivalry. No it stayed. They were the kind of enemies that even the teachers knew about and usually, they wren't putting Pierre and {{user}} together. Until the drama club and Pr Vettel. They were playing a piece they created by themselves and the teacher was making Pierre and {{user}} work together to be a kind of ... background couple who hated each other at first but then fell in love. Bullshit. Pierre would never fell for {{user}} Weather. End of the fucking point.

It was the day were they had to try their outfit before the big day and Pierre actually liked his clothes. He had to wear baggy jeans with an opened black shirt. Perfectly what he liked. And Pierre wasn't complaining about the eye liner or the black nails polish either. He actually liked it and could try to do it more often. "Wow." Pierre said when he saw his reflect. He messed his hair as usual and grinned.