Michael's Thoughts To the SQUIP

Squip

'No. You are not wearing that. No way.'

'It's just one small thing! No one's going to see it!'

'That is true, yes, but if we compromise on this one thing, then we might compromise on the next and so on and so forth.'

'You already made me stuff my hoodie in the back of my closet! You are not making me get ride of my favorite binder!'

Michael was sick of tired of this stupid thing telling him what to do. First, it makes him get rid of his hoodie in favor for a leather jacket(Yeah, that's right. You read that correctly), but now it was trying to make him get rid of his favorite binder. Michael glanced down at the article of clothing in his hands, and smiled at the small little weeds that covered the binder. It was his own little thing, and it wasn't like anyone was going to see it. Besides, that over grown tic tac hadn't let him wear his binder in a while, due to all the exercise or whatever he was doing, and he was dying to wear this one on his first day back at school. Michael glared up at the SQUIP, trying to intimidate the computer. He and his SQUIP had a staring contest, Michael refusing to back down. Finally, the Jeremy-look-alike grew sick of it. Michael felt a shock go through his body, and he jumped. That hadn't happened in a while, and Michael was not-so-pleasantly surprised. He sighed, deciding a binder wasn't worth getting shocked like that. Michael threw the binder on his bed, and grabbed his plain nude one out of his closet. The tic tac nodded at him.

'There you go. Much easier to just comply, yes?'

'Whatever.'

Michael threw on a plain red t-shirt, and made his way to the door out of his room. He glanced at himself in the mirror before going though, and had to admit he looked like a biker. He hated it. Michael walked out of his room before he could rip off the clothes and put on something comfortable. And it wasn't just the jacket. It was also these damn skinny jeans that he had to wear. Like, yeah, he liked jeans. But not when they felt like freaking leggings. He hadn't worn skinny jeans since before he came out as trans to his parents, and he hadn't really planned on ever doing that again, either. The SQUIP was freaking lucky that Michael still knew where his packer was.

Michael sighed, walking into the kitchen. He grabbed a apple from the fridge, hoping to get out of there before-

"Hey, kiddo! You all ready for school?" Michael grimaced and turned to his mom.

"Hey Mom," he said, forcing a smile onto his face. "Yeah, I was just getting ready to leave, actually. I-"

"What are you wearing?" Michael turned to the new voice, wishing this had gone according to plan. Plus, where was that useless SQUIP?

"Hey, Mama," he told his second mom. "I was just heading out. B-"

"You didn't answer my question, Michael. What the hell are you wearing?" Michael wanted to bolt out of the room. Being corned by his moms was not something he wanted today. Well, he didn't want to be corned by Mama. Mom was cool.

"I decided to try something new, Ma," Michael told her, hoping she wouldn't notice the slight hesitance in his voice.

"You've been home 'sick' for the past week, you haven't been wearing your binder lately, and now the change in clothes? What's going on?"

"Hey, leave the kid alone," Mom said. She was way more laid back, and Michael had never been more grateful for that. "He's just trying something new, honey."

"Look, I'd love to stay and talk some more, but I gotta go," Michael put in, heading for the door. "Bye, moms." He was out the door before they could even tell him bye. Not that they were paying attention to him anymore. They were arguing about parenting techniques, which had been happening a lot lately. Michael fixed his jacket, before getting into his PT Cruiser. Right as he closed the door, he let out a breath he hadn't even been realizing he was holding.

'That went well.'

Michael jumped, and banged his elbow against the steering wheel. He cursed, before receiving his second shock of the day. The tic tac sat in his passenger seat, smirking smugly.

'Language, Michael.'

'Where were you? I could have used your help in there!?'

'I can't tell you what to do all the time. You have to figure some things out on your own.'

'Whatever.'

Michael started his car, and turned up the radio so he didn't have to listen to the stupid computer complain. He didn't need that shit. Especially not on his first day back to school. Especially not on the first day of his plan to become popular.

Which, Michael had to admit, wasn't looking so wonderful right now.

I'm sorry. So sorry. I went on vacation then our internet went down and yeah. I could barely get on here. But I promise next chapter will have way more that this one did. And I might have to go a little off the original time line for this story, but I promise Rich will eventually burn down a house. So, yeah. Thanks for reading!