# New Day New Me

Title: New Day New Me
Status: Complete
Characters: Anon, Fang, Naser, Trish, Rosa, Spears, Milhouse
Rating: SFW
Classification: One Shot
Author: Anonymous
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>Monday
>go to school with my brother
>haven't heard from my dweeb of a boyfriend all weekend
>look around for him
>eventually spot the bald caveman across the way
>approach him to talk
>"You been dodging me or some-"
>he immediately turns around, he doesn't look like a pathetic dork anymore
>he's actually kind of fit
>he's wearing a jersey of some random football team under his usual jacket
>what
>he greets me but instead of sparking conversation with me he starts talking to Naser about sports
>since when in the world did he like sports?
>conversation goes on for a bit, I cut in part way wanting to talk to him
>"what is up with you, why do you suddenly have such an interest in sports?
>"what do you mean? I've always loved sports, Fang, just like I love you."
>well that was fucking forward
>end up talking to Naser about it
>equally confused, of no help
>just roll with it for the day, at least the dumbass hasn't gotten himself killed
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>Tuesday
>back to school again, more radio silence from Anon after school ended
>is he fucking busy with something? he got back to me a few times but we didn't really talk much at all
>spot him again
>he seems... lanky as fuck
>wearing some collared shirt with a tie, to fucking school
>what the fuck happened? yesterday he was some buff football dweeb and now this?
>why is he talking to fucking Milhouse
>go up to him
>"Hey dweeb, what have you been doing?"
>he turns to talk, his voice nasally as all hell
>"Salutations Fang! I was just discussing with my good friend here about my, oop, I mean OUR science project! I decided instead of a railgun we should work on something more sensible like a basic computer
>the green twerposaurus seems just as confused as I am with all that's going on with this conversation
>at least he understands this random tech bullshit Anon's rambling on about endlessly
>what in the fuck is actually going on here
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>Wednesday
>heading up to the front of the school to find Anon and see what dumb shit he's pulling today
>he finds me first
>well, more like his face found the flagpole first
>Rosa just laid him out, badly
>probably out cold
>"Rosa why did you just deck my stupid boyfriend?"
>"¡MALDITO IDIOTA! Thinks he knows how to cook food mi abuela taught to me better? No!"
>she storms off, steaming, figuratively and literally
>he seems mostly normal today, other than the dent in his head from Rosa's punch of death
>fucking dweeb
>should be glad she didn't suplex him down the stairs
>he's out cold so I can't question him any further
>an easy reminder not to piss off Raging Rojo
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>Thursday
>same drill different day
>what wackjob of a boyfriend will I have today
>wonder if he still has that dent in his head
>I don't even see him before I find his location
>and Trish's
>Their shouting can likely be heard all the way into town
>Anon's yelling some nonsense about crime statistics, liberals, and triggers
>Trish is going right back at him with TLM, fuck skinnies, reparations
>ask around, they've been at this for thirty minutes
>what in the actual fuck
>Anon looks mostly normal, dressing in darker clothing than usual and some blank red hat that looks like it was hit by a bus
>they're eventually sparated by Principal Spears
>he literally lifts Anon off the ground with one hand and carries him inside to his office
>"Trish what the fuck was all of that even about?"
>"God I want to fuck that stupid skinnie."
>she lets out a sigh, clearly swooning over my boyfriend
>she does all of this right in front of me
>if the caveman hadn't just filled my entire body with fear I would deck her for that
>go to class instead, not worth dying on that hill for a man who may likely be dead by the end of the day
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>Friday
>I expect absolutely nothing
>I just assume Anon's going to do something batshit stupid again
>he has every day this week, why would this week be different
>notice him by the doors to the school
>he looks... normal, like he did last week
>he greets me first with a wave and runs over
>"Hey Fang, get to school okay?"
>this is different, I expected him to say something completely out of character
>"Uh, yeah I guess. So what is your wacky interest this time, dweeb?"
>he looks at me confused
>then again he looked that way back on Monday when I said that as well
>"Well I just wrapped up talking with Reed about Rock Ring, but now that you're here I can focus on you."
>awkwardly mushy and gushy
>still better than the past few days
>he suddenly takes one of my hands and shoots me a warm smile
>after the sensory overload that was this week I'm taken aback by any form of affection from him
>he takes my other hand and pulls me in close, pressing the two of us together and resting my snout over his shoulder
>"It's Friday after all, your special day."
>he's said that to me before, I fucking know what's coming
>"Don't say it, dweeb."
>of course he does anyway
>"It's Fang Friday, the day where we celebrate the best girlfriend I could ask for."
>I weasel one of my hands from him and give him a punch to the gut
>he lets out a loud grunt as the wind is punched from him, but he just brings his arm back around my back
>"Love you too, Fang."
>I can't help but smile a bit and hug this stupid dweeb back
>my dweeb
>no matter what stupid quirks he has, or how awkward he is
>"Happy Fang Friday then, dweeb."