Mituna walked to the bus stop only a minute away from his appartment, his hair all over the place and his bag slung over his shoulder. He grumbled something, and Sollux nudged him with his shoulder. He didn't like to go places right away in the morning, it hurt his head and made him sleepy. Especially to school.
The bus wasn't long away, stopping at their stop and letting them on. Mituna followed his brother onto the bus, heading for the back where he usually sat, until a hand pulled him into the seat beside him. "Ughhh what the fuckkk?" He whined, looking up to see Kurloz and smiled. "Oh hi Kurlozth.. Why are you so far up? Did the dipwad make atthhhigned theatth or thomething?"
"The new guy is sitting back there in your seat, bro. I thought it'd be better to sit motherfuckin up here you know?" Kurloz signed, frowing. Mituna blinked and huffed, glaring back to where he saw Cronus with Meenah.
"He ith jutht... aghghnnnn!" He held his head in frustration, not wanting something like this to happen so early in the morning. He huffed and laid back in the seat, closing his eyes. "Kurlozth, why can't we jutht throw him infront of the buth or thomething?"
Kurloz chuckled and nudged him, signing again. "It's alright my bro, he will fall the the mirthful messiahs soon enough and he shall be at our mercy." Mituna giggled and nodded, swinging his legs as the bus made its way to the school.
As the two made there way into the halls, Mituna gasped as he remembered what happened the day before. "Ah! Kurlozth guethh what!" He didn't give his friend time to answer, "I got a job yethterday at a drink plathe! And Kankri'th dad ith my bothh!" He giggled and smiled at Kurloz who gave him a thumbs up. They went there separate ways to go to there homerooms, waving at eachother as they went.
Once in the classroom, Mituna took his seat in the back row, closest to the window. He rested his head on his hand and stared outside before he heard a rustle beside him and some books being set down. Mituna turned to see and groaned, his head falling in his hands.
"Cronuth what are you doing here? Pick another theat and go suck Meenah'th putthy pleathe?" He whined, glaring at the greaser who was getting his things together.
"No can do chief, please I hate being in here enough as it is." Cronus huffed, glaring at the front of the class. Mituna then realized that he got to stay in this room all day because it was the special ed class. This was the special ed class. Why was Cronus in here?
Mituna snorted and smirked. "Tho what'th wrong about you Mr. I'm tho cool? Or are you jutht ditching clathh by being in here?" Mituna squinted his eyes at the bigger man.
Cronus rolled his eyes and flicked Mituna's forehead. "Apparently because I'm more street smart rather than booksmart, they think they can lable me as a slow learner and put me in here. This is fucking stupid I tell you, having to be in this class with a bunch of retards." Cronus muttered.
Puffing up his cheeks, Mituna leaned in again still smirking. "That maketh you a retard too." He ducked before Cronus's hand could connect to his face and snickered, the bell ringing and the teacher walking in.
"Alright kiddos, time to get to work, oh joy." Mr. Hussie said, setting his things down on the front desk and continued the day with there lesson.
For most of the day, Mituna found himself learning a lot about Cronus that he didn't think he would. Why would he want to learn about him? Apparently, whenever Mr. Hussie would call on him to read something out of one of the text books he would complain, then read but had to get help to say the words. Even Mituna knew some of the words better, which made him feel a little better. The same with math and all the other subjects, Cronus actually did have a problem with it all. The reason Mituna was in the class was just behavioral issues and such, he was an average student otherwise.
As Mituna was coloring a color by numbers assignment, he snickered and looked over at Cronus. Mr. Hussie had got on him for coloring it wrong, and he had said he colored it the way he wanted and whined about creativity being in absense in the class.
"Hm I wonder how the other'th would take it if they found out you were in here.." He whispered to him, smirking darkly. Cronus immediatly glared at him.
"How about this cheif, you don't tell anyone about this, I won't tell them you're a straight up retard freak and they should all steer clear of you, alright?" He hissed under his breath. Mituna frowned and squinted at him.
"What do you mean, I'm not that.." Mituna muttered and Cronus shrugged.
"Who do you think they'll believe, you or me?" Cronus responded and grinned darkly. Mituna was about to say something until Mr. Hussie tapped his ruler on his desk to get their attention.
"No chit-chat back there, now on you'll have a small project to do with a partner tonight, whether it be staying after school or going to eachother's houses or the internet, even over the phone would be possible. You have to write up a report on anything you would like, about 5 paragraphs long and looking nice. I'll put you in pairs so don't even bother trying to find your friends." Mr. Hussie explained, going around the room and pairing people up. Cronus sighed and Mituna looked out the window idly.
"Ah yes, you're the last too so you too get to be together. Good luck!" Mr. Hussie said quickly and waved his hand for everyone to go as he returned to his desk.
"What... Is he.. fuckin' serious now?" Cronus stared blankly at the teacher, then let his head fall and hit the desk. "No no no..."
"Oh thutup I hate thith ath mucthh ath you do bithcuit dick suck." Mituna muttered as he gathered his things, already leaving the room. Cronus caught up to him.
"Okay, mutual hate aside, we have to do this report, I can't fail this year. What are we going to do chief?" Cronus asked, looking at his partner sternly, who shrugged. "What? Speak to me little shit, c'mon."
"I can't do it, I have to go to work.." he grumbled, looking down as he walked. He then looked up and grinned at him. "Tholluxth got me a job and it'th theemth fun! I get to give people drinkth and wear a uniform. " he giggles and Cronus stares at him.
"Oh wow, so you actually have a valid excuse other than bein' a huge retard, that's nice. Well, I guess I'll do it by myself. Can't have you're stupidity cloggin' the paper up, you'll thank me later for the grade." Cronus huffed and stomped away in his direction and Mituna frowned, walking to the busses.
Once home, he dropped his bag on the floor and took his shirt off, also dropping that on the floor. Sollux followed behind him and sighed heavily, having to pick up after him.
"Go get ready already tho you can go, don't even try to play video gameth, come on chop chop." Sollux clapped his hands and Mituna jumped, running to put his new uniform on. He nearly tripped on himself, pulling his pants off and putting the new ones on. He grabbed the shirt and attempted to put it on, freaking out as he couldn't get it on. He whined loudly for Sollux to help, who walked in soon to help him put it on right.
"Thometimeth I juth don't get you." Sollux sighed and smiled as he patted Mituna's hair down, earning a slap to his hand. "Don't thcrew up thith time, alright?" Sollux gave his brother a thumbs up as Mituna ran out the house in the direction he was told.
Mituna slowed down as he neared the cafe and entered, the bell ringing as he opened the door and closed it. He walked to the back and smiled at his manager, who walked up to him and waved.
"Early! That's good! Now lets see, here's a pencil and pad, go around to people who don't look like they've had their food and ask if they'd like anything, if not just come back and wait until anyone new comes in and takes a seat. Once you get an order, come back and tell one of us. We'll give it to you and you need to give it to the customer and ask for the needed money. Got it?" Mr. Vantas explained. Mituna nodded, hoping he knew what to do. Mr. Vantas nodded in return and pointed over to Kankri who seemed to be doing his homework at the front counter. "If you have any questions, go ahead and ask Kankri, I'll also be working but more in my office." he waved at Mituna as he hurried back into his office.
Mituna blinked and looked around, seeing there was only a few people there that already had their drinks. He walked over to Kankri and poked his shoulder, and he jumped.
"Oh! Mituna, I forgot you were working here, do you need anything perhaps?" he laid down his pencil and smiled at Mituna, who shrugged and sat beside him. "So how do you like this so far? We'll be getting more people soon as the students get out of school, so be on your gaurd. Not saying I'm assuming you can't handle it, just that it may be good advice incase you ever forget and I don't mean anything bad as I say it, just a helpful boost for a better time here." Kankri began to rant and Mituna scratched his head, thinking.
"I... uh, it'th okay. Tho you jutht make the drinkth or thomething?" Mituna asked, swinging his legs. Kankri nodded and picked back up on his work.
"Yes and you bring the orders to me. You're shift should start now, so be alert. I think there's someone already, go get him." Kankri smiled softly and put his books up in a neat pile to the side, preparing the machines and other things for the next wave of customers. Mituna nodded and got up as well, going over to the persons table and smiling, holding up his pad and pencil.
"Uh.. Hi there. Would you like anything?" Mituna looked at the person. Sollux had helped him with nice sayings so he wouldn't get in trouble and make the cafe better. The young woman nodded and looked at the small menu already at the table. She looked like she was young enough to be in school still, yet old enough to be in maybe the last few years of highschool maybe at the size of her chest. Mituna giggled softly.
"Yes, I think I'll have a coffee with milk in no sugar with a roll please?" she smiled sweetly at Mituna, who nodded and wrote it down quickly.
"Okay... tho I'll get it fatht, and how much ith it..?" Mituna stared blankly for a moment before bending over a little to look at the menu himself, the woman giggling a little. "Oh okay.. you'll have to pay that and I'll write it down in cathe too. Before you leave though, I guetth. Tho bye." he waved and went to Kankri, showing him the paper with a smile. "Wath thith good?"
"Yes, very nice. I'll get it in a minute, give me a moment." Kankri rushed around, soon handing Mituna the drink and bread roll. "So give that to her and when she seems done or if you think somethings wrong, just go up to her and ask her for anything. If she's done, ask her to pay and tell her to have a good day, alright?" Kankri smiled and gave Mituna a thumbs up before going back to his business.
Mituna hurried to the lady and put the order in front of her, waving his hands a little. "Careful, that'th tho hot!" The lady giggled and Mituna had to think again. "If.. you need anything jutht get my attention. Or if you're done and want more or anything, yeah?" He nodded and left the lady, waving a little.
He continued the process for a while, maybe an hour or two before he came to a table, asking the usual and looking at the pad in his hand ready to write. It was getting really busy.
"So this is where you work chief? Well shit.." a familiar voice snickered and Mituna looked up, seeing Cronus, of course. Mituna glared at him.
"Ugh what are you doing here di- ughh..." He had to refrain from using 'bad language' as Kankri had warned as he caught Mituna swearing his head off when he stubbed his toe in the back. Cronus gave him a strange look and set down his pencil he had been using on his paper.
"Well chief, I was simply working on our report, in case you've forgotten. Thats a nice little outfit you got on there, sad that it has to be worn by a retard." he laughed and grinned slightly at him. "So when do you get off work here? Maybe you can.. ugh help me out, so I don't have to tell teach about how you wouldn't help me and you get a zero on this damn thing." he growled lowly so only Mituna could here.
Mituna shifted his weight on his other foot and thought, fiddling with his pad. "I guethh I could athk Kankri. Thith buthy hour ith almotht done he thaid." he muttered and looked around, seeing less people than before. He left Cronus without another word to go to talk to Kankri about the proposition.
Kankri perked up as Mituna neared, handing him a ready drink to go to a table. Mituna grabbed it and thought for a moment before remembering what he was going to say. "Oh, Cronuth ith here and he wanted to know when I got off. Tho we can do thome homework together."
Blinking, Kankri looked at the clock hanging on the wall before looking back at the bushy haired boy. "Actually your shift ended about thirty minutes ago, I'm sorry for not telling you earlier but you've been doing so well and one of dad's friends should have tooken over by now. Go ahead and sit down and I'll ask dad about it. " Kankri ushered Mituna away as he hurried to the back to consult his father.
Mituna took the drink in his hand to the table it was supposed to go to and smiled, walking back to Cronus and sitting down. "Okay, tho much confuthing thingth. What time ith it even?" He said in a grumpy tone, scratching his head and grabbing the paper to look at it.
"Like, about eight o'clock chief. Get yourself a watch or something, it will do you good." Cronus grumbled, playing with the pencil as Mituna read the few lines Cronus had written.
"Cronuth, ithn't thith thuppothed to be like a page long? It'th not even half, the wordth don't even look like half of them are thpelled right. Pthhttt, dummy!" Mituna giggled and covered his face as Cronus threatened to throw the pencil at him, still smirking.
Cronus lowered the pencil and huffed. "Not my fault.. This assignment is fucking stupid." He rolled the pencil up and down the table. "How about I tell you what to write, and you write it. Just don't fuck it up."
Mituna nodded and took the pencil away from the greaser, erasing the small of what he had and readying himself to write. "What ith it going to be about even?" he asked.
"Music." Cronus simply said and started to occupy himself with messing with the sugar packets.
"Can there be thome thingth about video game muthic too?" Mituna asked, hoping he wouldn't have to write things down only to rap or country or whatever Cronus liked. Cronus nodded, shrugging lifelessly.
"Sure. Doesn't really matter I guess."
Once the paper had been finished, actually two pages finished, Mituna had found out a lot more about Cronus than earlier that day. He liked slow music, like love songs and things with guitars or beats. And he could tell things really nicely, not too fast that Mituna couldn't get it all, but slow and detailed that Mituna could actually understand what he was writing down instead of putting random things he had no clue about on paper. At the end, they had an actually decent paper. It was written in Mituna's scribbly writing, yet more spelling and grammer wise correct. Mituna thought Cronus's handwriting was nicer than his, but he honestly couldn't spell worth shit.
Mituna found himself contemplating about this boy, this man who had harassed him so much. It wasn't that he was liking him in anyway, as a friend or.. no. Why would he even think that, Cronus was way to gross to even remotely think about things like that. The hopeless romantic creeped Mituna out to the furthest and yet intrigued him about how much he kept hidden behind that cool visage.
They walked outside together and Mituna handed Cronus the papers. It was dark, an hour had passed while creating the report. Cronus took the project and stuck it under his arms as he lit a cigarette, his face being illuminated for a moment before the stick started to smoke. He blew some smoke out and bounced up and down on his heels as he looked around the streets, the silence being shared between them as they welcomed the fresh air. Well as much as Mituna could get, what with that cigarette smelling around them and the smoke wafting into his face. He coughed a little.
"What the fffuck ith that thupid thmelly thing? Thtop it.." Mituna muttered as he stuck his hands in his pockets, hiding them from the chilly autumn air. He could see his breath in puffs it was that cold, he should have brought his jacket.
".. It's called a cigarette half wit. I hate em', but I love em'." Mituna raised an eyebrow at him and Cronus shook his head. "You wouldn't understand, don't try it chief." He chuckled and wiggled the stick between his fingers, a clump of ash falling. Soon he dropped the whole thing and crushed it with his foot with a sigh. "I really need to quit but ehhh, you know."
Suddenly Mituna found that Cronus wasn't being as hard on him as before. Almost like they had a connection, an understanding, silent agreement with eachother. As if Cronus knew what he was thinking, he turned around and started to walk down the sidewalk, raising his hand in farewell.
"See ya soon cheif."
Mituna stared as the taller highschooler dissapeared into the darkness, feeling strange, like an awe or contemplating all these things inside his head about the strange greaser. He suddenly, out of random impulse, touched his cheeks and found they were very hot to him.
He'd have to ask Sollux if he was getting a fever when he got home.