A/N: I did this for Pixiella's back to school story contest. This is about Phillip Brooks (CM Punk) and Mike Mizanin (The Miz). it's obviously based at an earlier time, and it's AU, seeing as Orton's old enough to be their teacher and all of the wrestlers are in the same place.
Phil sat on the swing, his hands holding on to the chains tightly, not moving, and just sitting in the uncomfortable leather seat. He was staring at his feet, they couldn't quite reach the ground. He'd had a hard time trying to get on to the swing as it was taller than he was, almost falling twice.
He heard footsteps and looked up to see Mike. He was dressed as if he were headed to church, rather than the first day of the second grade. His hair was slicked back, he wore a white button-up shirt, black slacks, dress shoes and a tie that was a vibrant mix of blue and orange."Phil!" He shrieked excitedly, "You're never gonna guess what I got!"
"What?" The boy glared at Mike. He wasn't too fond of the other boy, and disliked the idea of even taking to him most of the time.
You've got to come see it!" He whined.
"Fine," Phil sighed, "but it better not be like last year with your 'amazing invention' that turned out to be your new pet caterpillar with a top hat and mustache drawn on the jar." He hopped down from the swing, making his shoes nearly fall off. They were too large and not tied very well, as Phil didn't know how to tie them very tightly.
Mike rolled his eyes, "He was fancy, duh! He was the mayor of Ant Town."
He raised an eyebrow, "Didn't the mayor of Ant Town get carried off by an 'angry mob'?" Mike fell silent and nodded with a saddened look on his face. Phil noticed and quickly changed the subject, "So, where is this awesome thing?"
"It's on the way to school." Mike grinned, "We can get there faster if we go that way!"
"Okay."
"Awesome!" Mike grabbed Phil's hand and started running.
"Ow!" Phil followed, "You're gonna tear my arm off!"
"I won't!" He continued running.
"Yes, you will! Then I'm going to bleed to death out here and no one's going to find my body for days, and vultures are going to eat me, and it will all be your fault! Then you're going to be sad because you killed me and you're going to get put in jail."
"Fine," Mike stretched the word out and let go, "but don't be so slow."
"I'm not slow!" Phil whined.
"Yes you are." Mike groaned.
Phil shot the other boy a glare as he started to run off. Phil ran after him, trying to keep up, when finally, Mike brought him to a small, fenced area, Mike unlocked the fence and slipped inside, "You have to stay out here."
Phil nodded and waited for the boy to return. He came back nearly a minute later holding something. Phil's gaze followed the object, looking up. It was a bright yellow balloon. "His name is Gabe."
"You wanted to show me a balloon?" Phil asked.
"I'm going to make you a deal, you can have him for the entire day, not for keeps, okay?" Mike said in a serious tone.
The boy nodded. Mike tied the balloon around Phil's wrist. He could tie things much better than Phil could. "Promise you'll take good care of Gabe?"
"I promise."
"Pinkie promise?"
Phil held out his pinkie and Mike joined it with his. "You've got to swear to keep your pinkie promise or you'll die." Mike said seriously.
Phil blinked, "What?"
"People who don't keep their pinkie promises die!" He said in a now very concerned tone.
"All right." Phil said lowly.
"Good!" The boy grinned.
He led Phil to the school, though they both knew the way. He wanted to make sure that Phil wasn't in some evil plot to destroy Gabe, though, he was pretty sure he wasn't. He had pinkie promised after all, and that was a life or death situation.
Most of the day went by pretty fast and recess was upon them. Mike followed Phil around the entire time. John approached Mike, "Mike!"
He turned around, "Oh, hey, John."
"Why are you hanging out with Phil? We're best friends, remember?"
"Um, well," Mike bit his lip, "I don't exactly know how to tell you this..."
"Tell me what?"
"Oh, spit it out, Mike." Phil huffed, "He's bound to know sooner or later."
"Phil's my best friend for the day." Mike said uneasily.
"What?" John whined, "But you're my best friend for every day!"
"I know." Mike sighed, "I'm sorry, but it's just for one day. I promise, we'll be best friends every day after this. Well, except tomorrow, because I promised Maria I'd be her best friend tomorrow."
John's face went from shock to horror, "But she's a girl!"
"I know," Mike blinked, "she paid me in bubble gum. Two packs."
"You've changed, man." He said in a low tone before walking off.
The bell rang and Mike and Phil rushed inside, trying to get to the class quickly. When they were tardy, their teacher didn't seem to like it. "We've got to get there quick, Mr. Orton doesn't seem too happy today." Mike worried.
"When is Mr. Orton happy?" Phil groaned, "He's always so mean."
They sat in their desks, Maria behind Mike. She whispered to him, "You're still gonna be my friend tomorrow, right?"
Mike nodded, "Of course, I pinkie promised."
She smiled and sat back in her seat, waving to Phil. He rolled his eyes, leaning close to Mike, "Why are Maria and Beth always waving at me?"
"They're girls. They're gross, and they have cooties, and they're planning to trap you and eat your soul."
"I worry about you." Phil blinked.
"We'll be starting off after lunch with history," Orton said blandly, "who knows who George Washington is?" Mike raised his hand, flailing his arm about. "Mike, do you have an answer?"
"He invented peanut butter and time travel!" He grinned.
Orton blinked, "Not exactly. Good guess, though."
Evan raised his hand, "Ah, Evan." Orton said. "What do you have?"
"He was the first president of the United States of America, and the leader of the conti- conti-" He struggled to say the word, "Con...ti...nen...tal...army. "
Orton smiled, "Very good."
Miz crossed his arms, "Know it all. How are we supposed to know about some old, dead guy?"
Maria leaned up a little and said to Mike, "You look really nice today."
"Thanks!" Mike said quietly.
"Your tie looks like a retarded rainbow." Phil mumbled, playing with the string attached to his arm. The balloon bounced a little in the air.
"Ahem," Orton looked up, "Phillip, I don't mind if you have the balloon in here, but please don't be distracting."
"Sorry, Mr. Orton." He said quietly, lost in his own mind. He stared at the string, it was bright yellow, just like the balloon. Mike and Maria whispered back and forth, but Phil couldn't understand much of it.
"I thought you said she was going to steal your soul." Phil grumbled quietly to Mike.
"Maria's cool." He whispered back. "Plus, she thinks I look good."
Phil rolled his eyes. The day went by fast and Phil and Mike decided to walk home together.
Mike had a death grip on his friend's hand, leading him back to the house with the fenced area. "Can you stay and play a board game with me?" He asked.
"I've got to get home." Phil frowned.
"Aw," Mike pouted, "well, can I at least have Gabe? You can have him back the day after tomorrow."
"Yeah." Phil said. Mike untied it from his arm and grabbed the balloon.
"Hey, Phil?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we be best friends every day? well, except for tomorrow when I'm Maria's best friend."
"Of course." Phil smiled.
A/N: Hope you liked it! I know it ended a bit weird, and after the competition, it's probably going to turn into a short story, instead of just a one shot.