I let my fingers click rapidly across my keyboard as I lay sprawled out lazily across the floor. I was currently chatting up my motherfucking bro Karkat.

I slid my laptop away from me smiling and I then rolled back and looked at my ceiling with my eyes half closed. I grabbed a red Faygo and held it to my lips, letting the luscious liquid pour into my mouth and drip down my chin.

Faygo was my favourite drink, it was a motherfucking miracle in a bottle.

I then stretched and stoop up and walked over to my window. As I was walking I accidentally stepped on one of the many horns littered around my floor. I jumped and the smiled with my half closed eyes.

"hOnK." I said out loud to myself smiling still. I then walked over to my window and stared out it. I watched as the ocean waves lapped gently against the beach near my house.

The ocean was a beautiful thing and I often found myself lost in its motherfucking beauty for hours.

I looked at this picture on my windowsill, it was of my mother who was smiling up at the camera from within the water. She is always near the water. Like currently she was gone on a diving expedition all around the world that lasts for months. Though I am used to it for she has been going on long trips my whole life.

My teachers at my old schools said I have "mental issues" because she was never there to teach me right and wrong. Though I always told them, I don't give a flying motherfucking fuck about what you think. Honk. I guess they didn't seem to appreciate it for they always kicked me out of their motherfucking schools.

I then picked up the picture frame to stare at it. She had long unruly ebony hair like me that seems to stick up around her he'd as it provided a curtain over her shoulders. She smiled up at the camera with full black lips and narrow smirking eyebrows that hung lazily over her eyes.

My smiled widened and said motherfucking miracle out loud.

I turned around and looked at the clock. I still had a few hours until I was to go to my current school. I couldn't sleep at all so I had been awake all night. I walked over to my desk and looked in the mirror my hair was a mess like usual and my motherfucking makeup was still intact.

I laughed and went back to my bed and laid down. All around my room peering at me were pictures of clowns, all with their painted faces and looming smiles. It was a motherfucking miracle man.

I giggled slightly and closed my eyes, only for what seemed a second, just a little motherfucking nap... I was so tired...

Then I heard the alarm going off and opened my eyes hazily and rubbed them yawning. I looked at the clock to see it had been going off for at least thirty motherfucking minutes.

I hazily jumped off and took long strides out my bedroom door. I think I then let myself slide down the stair railing. I then looked in the kitchen and saw one if my pies sitting out deliciously for me with a bottle of Faygo I had left from dinner last night.

"Motherfucking damn it I have no time for those motherfucking mouth miracles right now." I muttered to myself.

I grabbed my black tight jacket and zipped it up. I cursed under my breath for the jacket as too small and was pulled tightly across my chest outlining my muscles and not being baggy as it should be. At least my pants were still baggy, and not to mentioned they were motherfucking polka dotted.

I walked out the door for I didn't have enough time to grab another jacket from my room and it was too chilly to go to without one.

I walked with my hands in my pocket leaning slightly backwards in a casual comfortable position with a lopsided grin etched on to my face. I looked behind me at the ocean and waved to my motherfucking mother.

I know she can't see it obviously but I have always felt like the ocean was her in a way.

I turned and walked on my way to school with my hair hanging slightly in my face and my eyes half closed.

As I got to school I saw kids everywhere. You had everything in a school like that. You had kids leaning against expensive cars smoking as girls, who let their ass hang out, groped them. Then you had the kids who stood around back smoking joints and having their constant laughter roll across the schoolyard. The there were the kids all scurried about a textbook, who would be the innovators of the world. Though you get the idea there was people of all kinds.

"Hey fucker why are you stuttering" I heard a loud deep voice call out from behind me. I turned around casually and stared at where it came from. I saw a large boy with close shaven blonde hair peering down s irking at a small built boy who fidgeted nervously with his books. "Well say something fucker. Or m-maybe y-you are s-scared." The man yelled. He then smacked the books of the young boys out of his hands knocking them to the ground.

My grin slowly faded but my mouth still stood slightly agape. I watched with my half closed eyes. It made me angry they would treat somebody such a way for being different. I knew all too well now that felt.

I hooked my thumbs in my pocket and walked forward slouching forward slightly. "Honk motherfuckers." I whispered to myself as a smiled stretched eagerly across my face. Then I feel a hand on my shoulder and I quickly turned around surprised. Then my casual natural smiled returned as I saw it was one of my friends named Dave.

He stood only slightly shorter than me with casually slicked back blonde hair. He also always wore a pair of sick shades and stood casually with his fingers lounging in his back pants pockets. He has on a red v neck t shirt, showing defined collar bones and the muscles the encased his chest. He then had a leather jacket casually on overtop of that.

He was one of those guys who girls gawk at him when he walks down the hallway. I guess you could say he was our school's motherfucking cool guy. Me and him had a constant rivalry of raps going on, and because of that rivalry I have found myself liking to hang around him.

"Yo Gamzee, what were you up to?" He said. "You had that look in your eyes again dude."

I quickly looked behind me and saw the guys gone and a girl I knew named Vriska helping him pick up his books.

Vriska had long black hair that cascaded down her back in sharp swirls in such a way that had a beautiful, yet sneaky look. She had blue makeup on that clearly defined both of her eyes that had an intelligence quick look to them. She wore a tight fitting black shirt that outlined her curves and long black boots that curled aroud her thighs.

Then there was the boy next to her. I had never seen him before.

He had ebony hair that was in a Mohawk that curled over slightly to one side. He had a nervous fidgety look and looked slightly afraid. He was an average height but was slender with a small, even girlish frame.

Vriska kept smiling at the boy helping him gather papers. He constantly looked at her with a slight blush on his face. He then looked over at me. He looked away since he saw me staring and I felt my breath watch slightly, I shuddered a breath and turned back to Dave.

"Motherfucking nothing." I stuttered out and walked past him quickly. He grabbed my shoulder preventing me from moving "what's wrong?" He asked me staring at me, or at least I think I think I think he was for I couldn't see his eyes under the shades.

"Motherfucking fine bro." I then smiled my usually careless smile. "Just need some time to myself."

I then walked over to the side of the building where I was hidden and looked out looking for that young boy.

Great so now I was motherfucking spying on him. I don't know why but I felt like I needed to.

Something about his insecure boyish smile was intriguing.

I let my eyes fall on him across the parking lot. His back was to me and he was rubbing the back of his head nervously while talking to Vriska.

He was wearing a loose lack shirt and baggy jeans. Though with his arm at that awkward angle his shoulder blade jutted out from his thin back and I could clearly see his defined slight muscles that stretched across his back.

He then turned around and I saw his full cheeks with delicately balanced full lips a girl would kill to have. His motherfucking eyes are what interested me. They had a bright young look to them. Not only that but they had the wisps of innocence buried beneath the surface that glowed, and lighted up his eyes.

Those eyes then looked in my direction and for a second time locked with mine. I felt myself unable to look away, as if his innocent wisps was drawing the smears of my demise into them. He then looked down nervous, and what seemed like forever to me was an awkward second for him.

I pulled back around the wall and leaned against it my breath catching in my throat. I don't know what it was about him or why but he seemed like a-

MoThErFuCkInG mIrAcLe.

HoNk.

:o)