WARNING: CRUDENESS MEANT FOR HUMOR.
I BELIEVE I CAN FLY.
I BELIEVE I CAN TOOUUCHHH THE SKY
Bloodstar sighed as he read the note. Fernwillow, his frenemy and reluctant partner-in-crime, wanted to meet him.
He shoved his backpack and dildo into a locker. Pushing past his inferior peers who stared at him with wide eyes in both confusion, Bloodstar rushed to the gym staircase.
Did she find out? Bloodstar wondered, his heart pounding super fast. Fuck, I'm so so so screwed.
He climbed to the roof of the school and looked around warily. Fernwillow was insane and mercurial: he didn't know if she had finally devised a plan to implement their super-secret evil mission, or just wanted to push him off the building to see if he could fly. Unfortunately, Bloodstar wouldn't put it past her to execute his latter concern.
Bloodstar felt someone push him from behind, and he slipped and fell on his ass. He looked up to see Fernwillow smirking.
"I've got plan, Bloodstar," Fernwillow purred. "But I'm gonna do everything."
