lilbunny-petey:

The loud chattering of the pizza parlor’s customers hushed to a dull roar as the clock ticked away.  Pete had decided to spend the majority of his night there, seeing as his homework was done and the dorm was occupied.  He casually sketched the remainder of a building outside his window and sipped at his Beam Cola.  He really didn’t understand why he still drank that crap; it practically rotted his teeth with every sip. Still, it was better—and probably safer—than the town’s water.  

With a gentle sigh, he moved his gaze from the page he was currently doodling on to the window, making sure his detailing was correct in the place he had been working away at it.  After a few careful corrections, he felt satisfied enough with the picture to set his pencil aside and finish off the last of his drink.  His eyes moved to the clock to check the time and blinked as he realized he was practically alone in the parlor, save a few people huddled away in the back.  They looked rather burly and gave Petey the feeling that they weren’t there for the pepperoni.  With a gulp, he stood just in the for the waitress to come over and tell him they were closing.  The teen nodded in reply and left the building, eyes moving from side to side then widening as he suddenly realized he was alone and had to walk all the way back to the school by his lonesome.

Petey paused, gulping the fear away before he slowly began to walk in the direction of the school, praying he’d make it there safe and sound.

Larry Romano popped his collar up and grumbled underneath his breath.

“Stupid chain, stupid bike, stupid…”

Today had been a bigger bummer than Peanut had anticipated. The chain on his bike had been snapped in two when he had nearly flipped his bike and landed flat on his ass. Unable to have replace it, he was stuck hoofing it back to campus with a bum bike, pissed and sore. Luckily, it was a simple fix. He just needed to find the parts first.

He caught a glimpse of a familiar pink shirt as he looked up

“…Pink?”

He had seen that shirt before around the boy’s dormitory but his memory was failing to find a name. Picking up his pace a little, he padded over to the boy with eyes narrowed.

“Oh.” His curiosity waned and his expression softened once he got a good look at him. It was just Pete Kowalski. No one to throw a fuss over. “You’re that one kid who hangs around that creep with the scar.”

peteykowalski:

walktallhero:

peteykowalski:

Uh, hi. I heard that there’s been some fighting already this year. I hate to have to be a stick in the mud or anything, but you guys know you’re not allowed to beat on each other, right? If any of the prefects see you fighting, you’re going to get in trouble, so the easiest thing to do is to not fight in the first place.

Oooh, watch out. Big man on campus.
You know you’re not preaching anything new, right?

Yeah, I know. It’s my job now though, and I’m kind of hoping things are different this year.

I getcha. I’ve been hoping that since the first time I set foot in Bullworth. It’s like that thing we read in Mr.Galloway’s class.
Abandon all hope ye who enter here or somethin’ to that extent.

peteykowalski:

Uh, hi. I heard that there’s been some fighting already this year. I hate to have to be a stick in the mud or anything, but you guys know you’re not allowed to beat on each other, right? If any of the prefects see you fighting, you’re going to get in trouble, so the easiest thing to do is to not fight in the first place.

Oooh, watch out. Big man on campus.
You know you’re not preaching anything new, right?

cyclivist:

A Grey Bike

johnny-vincent:

walktallhero:

Peanut dismissed the offer. Johnny’s help should be conserved for more important things. Like reaching things off the high shelves, beating up goons who like to gang up on you and all that jazz. This was Romano’s creed. 

“The rest should be pretty easy. Just gotta tighten up some loose bolts and then the brakes and I should be good to go.” Inside, Peanut was busting at the seams with excitement. Everyone was going to be so impressed when he was done. He might even make a few of the rich kid’s jealous.

“I feel like I haven’t heard from you in ages. What’s been goin’ on?”

“It sure has.” The taller man sighed, leaning against the work table a bit.

“I just beat up one of those prep-scum the other night for tryin’ fuck with Lola.” he huffed, pressing his lips in a thin line. Just the thought of it annoyed him.

“And what’s been goin’ on with you?”

“Again?” There was a slight raise in Peanut’s voice. He knew he shouldn’t have been surprised, but he was sure after the first few runs with Lola the Preps would get bored. Apparently not. “Man, if I was there I would have made sure to break his legs in two for messing around with Lola.”

“Eh, nothing really.” He shrugged.  “It’s been pretty quiet around here. Kinda surprising, huh?”

nouveaux-riche:

… When you haven’t even read the text. Ugh.

Why don’t you just do what you usually do and just pay someone to write it for you?

johnny-vincent:

walktallhero:

His frown lightened into a smile at the sight of Johnny and the cable guides. Two good things in one. “Yeah, those,” he chimed.  Peanut then picked through the guides, looking for the perfect fit. 

“Thanks, Johnny. How’s your stuff coming along?” Peanut took an old rag to clean off the plastic cable guide before installing it to the bottom bracket of the bike. Nice. Everything was looking good so far. He wiped his forehead free of sweat and looked back at his friend. “Do ya need my help with anything?”

Johnny smiled back when he saw Peanut was satisfied with the little cable guides. He stuck around for a bit to watch him, figuring he could take a small break, almost done with his own bike. 

“Not a problem, ‘nut.” he shifted his weight from one leg to the other as he stuck one of his gloved hands into the pockets on his slacks, “My bike? It’s comin’ along great, actually. Almost done.” he smirked, seeing that he found the right fit and installed it without a problem. He took a good bit of time looking over the second in command’s bike, Larry sure does have quite a bit of skill. 

“Nah, I’m good. How ‘bout you?”

Peanut dismissed the offer. Johnny’s help should be conserved for more important things. Like reaching things off the high shelves, beating up goons who like to gang up on you and all that jazz. This was Romano’s creed.

“The rest should be pretty easy. Just gotta tighten up some loose bolts and then the brakes and I should be good to go.” Inside, Peanut was busting at the seams with excitement. Everyone was going to be so impressed when he was done. He might even make a few of the rich kid’s jealous.

“I feel like I haven’t heard from you in ages. What’s been goin’ on?”

poundcaketime:

Kirby absently noted that Peanut just about matched him for stature. He had no trouble keeping up with the other boy, and they soon found themselves creeping along the fence over looking the side entrance to the girls’ dorm. A few flashlight beams could be seen looming in the courtyard, but as long as they stuck to the shadows, there was little chance they would be caught.

“Do you have any idea which window is Christy’s?” Kirby whispered, “She’s been spreading rumors about—well, never mind.”

Kirby held out his hand, ready to be supplied with delicate and pungent ammo. It was time to show off his throwing arm, and do the jocks proud.

Once safely in front of the girl’s dorm, Peanut placed the cart on the ground. “Here we go,” he handed off two eggs to Kirby and took three for himself.

“Christy’s? Uh…”

His eyes panned across the windows.”I have no idea. Never even seen her poke her head out of the window. Then again I’m not over here a whole lot.”

A knowing grin was on Peanut’s face as he elbowed Kirby in the ribs.  “You gotta crush on her? Heh, don’t worry, I won’t tell. Though I think you’d be better off leaving a note in her locker than throwing an egg at her window. Unless you’re into that elementary way of showing you care.” Peanut reared his arm back and snapped it forward, sending an egg splattering on the brick wall.

“Shit.”

(Source: walktallhero)

I’m not above giving a detention here and there, son.

I mean no disrespect, Mr.Galloway.
All I’m sayin’ is that there is so much a woman like Ms.Phillips should put up with. Who knows when she might get sick of it and go to me another man to get the love and satisfaction she’s been missing out on…sir.