Anonymous Tue 04 Jun 2024 02:49:29 No.66311037 Report

Quoted By: >>66311844 >>66312090

>>66310855
Anon, after much pleading by fang. Gives her the S-word (skigga), it soon devolves into a wild goose chase since the pass keeps getting into the hands of another owner.

Anonymous Tue 04 Jun 2024 03:30:28 No.66312090 Report

Quoted By: >>66312273

>>66311037
>I can't believe I've been talked into this. No amount of cuddling or tonsil hockey is ever going to repair my dignity. I sign the pass and hand it to Fang. Infinite usage of the word Skinnie, signed Anon Y. Mous. Dated today.
>Fang takes it and holds it up the light. "You're my skinnie. You know that." she says, a huge grin across her face.
>"yeah yeah eat it up." I wave at her
>She pulls me into a hug, whispering into my ear. "I love you skinnie." I accept the backhanded praise.
>A few days later during band practice and Trish is really in a tizzy today.
>"Come on we have to be PERFECT if we ever wanna go up on the big stage. Now from the top." she motions for the band to start again, a single missed note causing this.
>"Oh come on Trish lighten up." I moan out, Fang grinning at me for helping defend her sore hands.
>"Shut up skinnie I didn't ask you." she says, floating her favorite slur right in there.
>"Hey we talked about this you can't say that anymore" I say as Trish flashes a huge shit eating grin at me.
>She reaches into her pocket and produces a laminated piece of paper, I squint as I recognize the thing. That's the fucking pass. Fang why?
>"Fang!?" I call out to her
>"I owed her a huge favor for taking the heat from getting caught with cigs again. Sorry dweeb." she shrugs at me
>"Gah whatever." I fold my arms and shrink back into my chair.
>"That's right skinnie." Trish says lavishing every second of her power over me.
>"I'll get that back you watch." I say to her, making a promise.
>She sticks her tongue out at me.
>A few days later and many unsuccessful attempts to get my pass back and I find myself entertaining Naser and Naomi at lunch.
>Naomi is on her usual shpeel about the importance of the final few months and I just tune her out, or at least try to when I hear a word slip out of her mouth I'd never thought I'd hear from her.
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>>66311974
Different guy.

Anonymous Tue 04 Jun 2024 03:38:07 No.66312273 Report

Quoted By: >>66312349 >>66312436

>>66312090
>"Skinnie" I am shaken, I shoot my head straight at her. Naser seems nonplussed about this whole thing.
>"Naomi what the hell?" I ask, I can't believe she'd say that. Or maybe I can actually.
>"Oh is that a bad thing to call someone?" she says, innocently. I can't tell if she's fucking with me or if she really didn't know. I squint at her.
>"I actually got this card form Trish the other day for giving her a free excused tardy. Says it's good for infinite usage of the word Sk- uh the "S" word." She says, pulling that damned card out again. "Even has your signature here." she says, pointing to it.
>I rub my eyebrows in frustration. "Great. Look can I get that card back?" I reach to grab it and she yanks it back.
>"Now wait a second, if this is a bad word then I don't think I ought to let you have this back." The veins in my head pop out.
>"I'll get rid of it I promise." I plead with her, she merely shakes her head no at me. I look over to Naser who simply shrugs at me as well. Well at least Trish can't say it anymore.
>"Whatever, just get rid of it." I say to her and she nods.
>The next day I join the band in the auditorium, armed with the knowledge Trish has no more power. As I gear up to enter a verbal debate with her the speakers click on and Spears' eardrum blasting voice rips through them.
>"ANON MOUS TO THE PRINCIPALS OFFICE!" I take the fingers out of my ears and wonder what I've done this time. I shoot a nasty glare at the Trigger woman before heading there.
>I enter the office and take a seat as Spears addresses me.
>"So, Anon. Care to guess why you're back in here?" he says coyly
>"Good behavior?" I ask, hopefully
>"Not exactly wrong, skinnie." I lock up as he says that. You're kidding.
>He produces the card from his pocket. "I'm not sure why Naomi had this but I assume this is yours?" He says, handing me the card back finally.
cont.

Anonymous Tue 04 Jun 2024 03:45:59 No.66312436 Report

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>>66312273
>"Indeed it is, thank you for returning it to me." I say, pocketing the thing and making a mental note to cast this into the nearest volcano. Or a dumpster fire in skin row, whichever is closer.
>"While I can't tell you how to live your life I highly suggest you find at least some sort of dignity." He says, eyeing me.
>"Yeah I kind of hope I do." I admit to him, he lets out a short laugh.
>"That's all, have a good day Anon." I nod and return the sentiment.
>That night I return to my Skin Row apartment. I consider making good on that promise of destroying the thing but I decide to go ahead and just stash it. It reminds me of Fang and it's perfectly safe so long as no one else gets their hands on it. I tuck it into my wallet.
>Years later and Lucy and I are visiting her parents for the holidays, Christmas is in a few days.
>Samantha greets us at the door. "Come on in you two! We're so happy to see you." she waves us in out of the cold, Lucy shakes the cold out of her wings as she joins her mother in the kitchen. I go hang out with Rip in the living room.
>"Morning, Ripley." I say to him, our relationship really coming around the past few months.
>"Morning, skinnie." The word catches me off guard, he's not called me that since high school.
>I stare blankly at him as he produces a small laminated card from his pocket. Son of a bitch how in the hell did he-? My thoughts are cut off as he speaks.
>"Remember when you left your wallet here a few weeks back? Found this inside it, skinnie." he says, firing an extremely powerful shit-eating grin. He reaches out to hand me the thing back. I don't take it.
>"Nah, keep it. I think you've earned it honestly." we share a chuckle as he pockets the card again.
Fin

>>66311190
>>66311208
Combo time. Short break first though.