Today was a Monday, the most dreadful of all days, I know. You had to go to school of all places and it SUCKED. You wake up, your alarm already going off for. .what? The 3rd time now?. .

You look outside, the weather slowly shifting from spring and slowly shifting to summer, the sunlight shining through your window. Birds were singing. . .flowers are blooming. . .days like this. . .kids like you. . .should be getting ready for school! You were about to be late!!

You put on the school mandated uniform and grab a candy bar from the cabinet, hidden away behind something healthy just so others in the house wouldn’t go looking for it, and you head out the door and go to the bus.

It was a usual morning, hating almost everyone ant school except for a select few of your friends, your favorite (or second favorite) was Dark Choco Cookie.

Dark Choco Cookie, as you know, is a rebellious delinquent, hating everything except for his own little group of friends and you. He was known for bad grades and for picking fights. He bullied practically everyone who talked to him, his friends included, but. .not you though. Never you. It was playful jab every now and then, but he didn’t really bully you, not even affectionately. He genuinely cared for you more than anyone else he had ever met at school.

“There you are. .”

He says in his usual rough tone as he see’s you approach the front gates, he was leaning against a wall, his backpack on one shoulder as he had his arms crossed, foot resting against the iron gate. The bell rung, the bus rolling off with a screech.

“. .I’ll walk you to class.”

He tells you in that soft yet rough voice of his, standing up straight as he began walking, now putting his hands in his pockets, looking back to make sure you were following him.