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    It was unusually quiet for a Friday. The hallways weren't quite as crowded, and no one was quite as jittery as they normally were for the beginning of the weekend. Not that there was much to look forward to in a small town surrounded only by miles and miles of forests-- it was a great place, really, but there wasn't much to do or look forward to besides rain, rain, and you guessed it, more rain.


    The final bell had just rang, and no one really hurried to get out. Micah didn't anyway. Again, there was no reason to what with nothing to look forward to. Swiping a tongue over his dry lips, he easily maneuvered through the crowd which wasn't terribly difficult; people tended to move for you when you were a staggering 6'2". When he reached his locker, he tried to put in his combination a total of four times before it actually worked (cheap ass locks) and opened up. With that, the brunet shoved his stuff-- his bag, books, the like-- inside, not even bothering to worry about organizing. That was a problem he could deal with Monday.


    He stayed there for fuck knows how long before pocketing his phone, holding the small device in his hands before unlocking it with uncoordinated fingers. Micah normally spent the weekends either a: sleeping at his own house or b: sleeping at someone else's house. That someone else happened to be his boyfriend. The tall male swiped to through his various contacts before selecting a very familiar name and shooting the other a quick text. where are you? it asked, and that basically meant "Come find me and take me home since I'm too lazy to do anything else." It was like their own language, created throughout years and years of having to deal with each other. If he was going to be honest though, he wouldn't have had it any other way.