that's a case of my wishful thinking [meeko!]

[Faye Isabel Tinker]

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Sidekick class. Whoever invented such a thing didn’t have a sense of
humor. That, or whoever decided Tinkerbell was a sidekick was absolutely
stupid. She felt like the only female sidekick in a room of boys. Well, she
didn’t mind THAT much. It meant no competition. The way she liked it.
But most of these sidekicks were comic relief, as far as she could tell. And
she wasn’t sure what she was, actually. Maybe moral support? She was more
the best friend than the sidekick, actually.

But that wasn’t the point. Point was, she was bored. And this class was
getting more boring by the moment. The only source of entertainment
was waiting for the herd of cute boy sidekicks to hurry in. This was the
highlight of class, usually, for her. She sat in the middle. Not in front, not
in back. The middle didn’t make her a teacher’s pet or a slacker. It made
her neutral. Just like her outfit. Tight jeans to show off her better features,
a green shirt, with her green socks and converse. As for jewelry, she had on
her green apple earrings, and a necklace.

A few figures entered the classroom, and she looked up, a smile crossing her
lips as she watched them. They made eye contact, and Faye gave them a small
wave, a glint in her eyes. This wasn’t like being with Cam, but what teenage girl
didn’t like being in a room with teenage boys? Especially if she was most likely the
only girl in the room?

Her blue eyes gazed at the two desks between her, both empty. That was odd.
Was there a reason no one was sitting by her? Maybe no one wanted to piss her
off. That was a logical reason. Some people were actually SCARED of her. It made
her giggle out loud, more to herself than to anyone else.

But not everyone was in yet. Which also made sense. There was still a chance that
she’d get someone next to her soon. And hopefully this person would enjoy note
writing and doodling as much as she did.

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^{TAG - meeko and maggie.
WORDS - three hundred and sixty three.
NOTES - they'll be fun!
OUTFIT - click!
TUNES - rainbow veins , owl city.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * & graphics by " miscounted stars , both from caution 2.0}

[Meeko Bandit]

i must confess ,

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i’m in love with my own sins ![/i][/b][/size][/font]

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Meeko raced through the halls of the school, wiggling between people all over the hallways. He was going to be alte for Sidekick class soon and if he got one more write up for being late, he'd have detention. Meeko hated detention, the teacher in there was sooo strict! He never let Meeko bring food! And Meeko got grumpy when hungry. He skidded down around a corner, the skin of his bare feet providing excellent friction as to not send him crashing into a wall. That would have really made him late. Meeko ran down the hall, scooching past other sidekicks as he darted into class, just as the late bell rang. "I'M NOT LATE!" he yelled, standing up straight, arms outstretched into the air. In one hand was his notebook, holding his doodles which should've been notes, and the other was a giant bag of chips for when he got the munchies. Meeko always had the munchies.

He searched around for an empty desk, then realized that the only empty desks were right beside the only girl in class. What the french toast? Meeko had figured that since Faye was the only girl, the boys would flock to her. Apparently not, oh well, new friend for Meeko then. He grinned at the blonde female and went to sit in the desk next to her.Hey there Pixie Dust, how's it goin?" he asked her cheerfully, setting down his notebook and chips. He dug his mechanical pencil out of his pocket and sat down. He didn't mean anything by the pixie dust comment, he just acted like a retard sometimes and called people by some characteristic of their spirit. Like he said, Meeko is a retard.

Meeko flipped open his doodle notebook, revealing his array of random and quirky doodles. He was a good doodler, he had to have something to do while he was sitting on the bench all those years in basketball. He smiled at Faye, grinning his grin that asked people not to tell on him. Teahcer was leneant enough on him by letting him bring food in class, if he found out he wasn't taking notes.... well, that would be bad. Meeko reached for his chips and opened the bag, the smell of kettle cooked potato slices wafting into his general area. He glanced at Faye, before turning the bag her way, the polite side winning out, again, over his ravenous raccoon side. The raccoon was starting to not like Meeko very much...

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THIS THREAD IS Not finished!
AND IT’S FOR Faye and Beckah!
AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE 416
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
MUSE IS THANKS TO Breaking Benjamin
AND WE’RE WEARING CLICK
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? Nom nom nom
THANKS FOR THE HARD WORK template (c) - bethasaur ftw . of CAUTION 2.0