A/N: Hey, guys! See, that wasn't too long of a wait! It was less than a month. :P *Is super proud of herself*
YinWriter: Thanks so much for your review! :) Haha, you have the same headcannon? That's awesome! :D
Fawful's thumbs were doing a quirky little dance with each other as he went on his way to school. His heavy backpack made him look like a turtle with a shell that was far too big. Nevertheless, his toothy smile remained plastered across his face, and he continued on the path to the Beanbean School. He had gone the whole weekend without seeing Mimi, and thankfully Gary and his friends.
Mimi, Fawful must be leaving school- No.
Mimi, Fawful will have the becoming of a prince No.
Will you have the accomplishment of your dreams and be an icecream scoop on the cone of royalty with Fawful? No.
Fawful is wanting you to be the icing rose on his cake of victory. No.
The boy was still desperately trying to figure out how he would tell Mimi that he would be leaving soon. Nothing seemed right to him; how could he just tell his closest, and only, friend that he was abandoning her. How could he abandon her? Fawful wasn't even sure if it was possible for their bond to be broken at this point. Despite the fact that they had only known each other for about a month, he always felt that there was a very real connection between them. She was the only person that never tried to change the way he spoke or acted. She never belittled him as his other classmates did. He wished for her to rule alongside him-under Cackletta, of course. After Friday's events, he wanted to build a bubble around the two of them so that their friendship would always be unscathed.
Mimi, you are being a great friend. Fawful is wishing always that together we may stay. Could we be ruling together under The Great C-
He was forced out of his reverie when a girl sauntered in his path. The girl was more than a head taller than he, her cheekbones were pronounced, and her hair was a gold that would make the sun cry with envy. She batted her long eyelashes and gazed down at him, as if she had all the time in the world. When Fawful took a step to the right, so did she. Her mature hourglass figure led him to believe that she was a young adult on her way to work; however, after noting the childish dress, he decided that she was a teenager.
To Fawful's irritation, she continued to stand in front of him. He glared at her from behind his thick glasses, silently willing her to explode into a million pieces...or just move; that worked too. Suddenly his face went pale, as he noticed the familiar expression in the girl's shockingly dark eyes: the same dark eyes that saw through his glasses on a daily basis. His throat clenched and his mouth went dry.
"M-Mi-"
"Don't ya recognize me, Fawful?" The tone of her voice was different somehow silkier, but the childish smile on her ridiculously plump lips seemed to give her away. Now her head was level with his as she bent forward as if she were talking to a young child.
"W-What…?" The green boy searched for words much to the older girl's amusement, "Why is Mimi looking so much...older?" He looked only into her eyes, afraid that he would accidentally see her cleavage that was way too close to his face. He remembered learning about the female body in health class, but this was possibly even worse. Finally, to his relief, Mimi pulled her face away with her usual innocent smile.
"I was looking through some of the magazines that some girls threw out, and made myself look really pretty," she explained in one breath. Then after taking two rather unladylike gulps of air asked, "'Whaddya think?"
"Fawful has confusion. Why did Mimi change?" His voice cracked in the middle of his sentence, revealing the tears that were threatening to well up in his eyes. Why do I have the sadness? Mimi is being happy, why is Fawful not? Where is being the Mimi who only was changing into things of silliness like birds and made dresses of royalty? Why does Fawful miss the Mimi of the week of lastness?
"Why not, silly?" Fawful looked up as if she had just read his mind somehow, but realized that she was merely answering his spoken question. Laughing lightly, Mimi decided to expand, "Everyone changes eventually; I'm just speeding it up. Besides, now I look more Beanish." As Fawful was about to reply to that, he was interrupted by the bell ringing. Groaning under his breath, the small boy walked slowly beside his friend as she struggled to walk in her high heels.
"Mimi, what if the teachers are unable to recognizing the one that is you?"
"What?" Mimi scoffed, thinking that the boy was kidding, "Of course they'll know it's me! I haven't changed that much!" Fawful opened his mouth to argue that he, her best friend, had a difficult time recognizing her, but decided against arguing. After all, he didn't want to spend their last days together fighting.
"How was Mimi's weekend?" he asked, changing the subject.
"It was okay, I mostly was practicing shape-shifting. It took forever to make this form!" Mimi elbowed her friend in the ribs, playfully, "My dad flipped when he saw my hair color! He threatened to cut it all off if I "dyed" it again." Fawful visibly cringed, but nodded encouragingly. So much for changing the subject. At this point, they were only mere yards from the front door of the school.
"Mimi's old hair was being pretty, too."
"Nah, it was the color of dirt! Now it's all thick and blonde like Pr- like, uh, the sun." Mimi stumbled upon her own words toward the end of her answer, but kept walking next to her friend as if nothing happened. Reaching into her large purse-like side bag, Mimi said, "Oh, I almost forgot! I have something for you!"
"Hm?" Fawful's curiosity peaked; was it a laser machine gun to take down Gary? Or perhaps it was a delicious sandwich! Mimi finally pulled out a gray sweatshirt and sweatpants of the same color, then delicately put both garments into Fawful's arms. He noticed that the material was fleecy and smooth.
"I made it for you! It's actually made out of that old yellow dress I had before." the girl elucidated, her cheeks darkening. In fact, her whole face was beginning to turn a darker shade, and her straightened hair was beginning to curl and separate down the middle as if someone were tying them into pigtails.
"F-Fawful thanks you, Mimi," he stuttered, noticing the change in Mimi's face. Momentarily forgetting the gift he handed her his glasses saying, "Fawful thinks Mimi should be looking at the face of you." Mimi wore a confused expression, but nonetheless looked at her reflection. Although the reflection of her face was briefly interrupted by the swirl in the lense, she immediately saw what her friend was speaking of. With her eyes closed tightly, Mimi began to restore the structure and color of her face and hair. She giggled nervously and handed the glasses back to her friend.
"That happens sometimes," she dismissed, "It's funny, this is the second time I've seen you without your glasses, but the first time I've really seen your eyes. Anyways, 'whaddya think? Now no one can make fun of you for wearing a cape to school." Fawful's smile nearly faltered, but he quickly nodded in agreement. In the background, the warning bell rang, alerting them that class would soon begin. Fawful took off his cloak and put the sweatshirt over his shirt, and put the baggy sweatpants over his thin ones. Mimi beamed, and grabbed his hand and began to run in the direction of their Pre-Algebra class. Unfortunately, she forgot that she was wearing high heels and tripped to the ground, taking Fawful with her. Somehow, Fawful had landed on top of Mimi, and his face was in the lower half of her ribcage. Any higher, and..
"Look at that, the two freaks are making love in the hallway!" A familiar voice taunted. Fawful immediately flung himself at least a foot away from his friend. When Fawful looked up, he saw Gary towering over him. "And look at that," the taller boy pointed at Mimi, whom was still on the ground, "She dyed her hair...How special." He scoffed, rolling his eyes. One of Gary's friends helped Mimi up in the background.
"Are you okay?" he asked, running a hand through his long hair.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied shyly, adding a hesitant, "Thanks."
"Pete! Get over here!" Gary demanded, absolutely furious.
"I have to go," Pete told Mimi, "Sorry. A-and you look pretty today." He walked with weak legs over to his best friend, whom then smacked the top of his head. It shocked Fawful that this was the same boy that previously encouraged Gary to take Mimi "and smash 'er ta bits!"
"What's the matter with you? That's the Hoohore." He muttered, dragging his friend to their next class by the ear. In turn, Pete waved dumbly at Mimi.
He has charming, Fawful thought sardonically.
Pre-Algebra, as always, bored Fawful. He had already learned all of the curriculum, so Mr. Pinto constantly tried to give him a challenge. The man had tried to move Fawful into Algebra II, or even Algebra I, with the older kids, but the principal would not allow it; in his mind Fawful had already skipped an abnormal amount of grades, and was lucky to be in the sixth grade. When the bell rang, Fawful nearly flew out of the room, with Mimi struggling to match his speed. Turning around, Fawful noticed that a group of boys were whispering and gazing in Mimi's direction, as she finally came to his side.
"Golly, Fawful! Slow down a little." Mimi protested. Fawful, in turn, grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the crowd.
"Mimi, you are being followed by eyes. They have the staring of you." He whispered.
"Meh, I don't really care about them, they can stare all they wanna." Mimi pouted slightly, "It would serve them right to fall for someone that hates them." Fawful's expression went blank; was that why she changed so much...for revenge? It seemed so blunt, and almost out of character. There must be another reason. "Oooh, we'll be late for class, c'mon, Fawful!" Now Mimi was the one dragging her friend.
English was always horrible for Fawful. He had written two papers; both got F's. The only thing that he did like about English class was the fact that Gary wasn't in it. Even though his friend, apparently named Pete, was in his class, he was rarely bullied in that class. It seemed that both of Gary's followers did not harm him unless Gary told them to. It was rather entertaining in his opinion. He was shocked when a yellow sticky note appeared on his desk.
Are you and Mimi dating? Yes [] No [] ~Pete
Fawful ripped up the note and glared around the room, seething with fury. He glared at the back of Pete's head until the latter turned around. When his eyes locked with Pete, his always-present smile turned malicious. In turn, Pete smirked and shrugged, turning his glance to Mimi. He waved at her with a slight smile, and his eyes refused to meet hers. The admired girl waved back, rolling her eyes, and he finally turned back to his work. Instead of copying the definitions of the vocabulary words from the board, Fawful was writing the same sentence over and over:
IhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefuryIhavefury!
When the school day finally ended, Fawful found Mimi, and practically dragged her away from two older boys from the seventh grade.
"Hey, Fawful," she started to get his attention, "Wanna go for a walk before we go home?" The boy glanced down at her high heels and gave her an incredulous look.
"Will that not be hurting the feet?" He gestured to her stiff stance.
"A small sacrifice for fashion." she stated, flicking her wrist. Fawful sighed and asked her where she wanted to go. "Oh, you know...Maybe we could walk by the castle." She replied as if she were making it up on the spot. Fawful narrowed his eyes but nodded nonetheless. Perhaps he would get a better view of their security measures.
