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Sometimes I sit down and think about Mikael and Lucia...

And I wonder if they started a war on Nightmare just to be petty

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Have some shitty meme while I try to finish my HCs request...

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A couple of fruits (part 4)

Bullet Train prequel fanfic! this is the fourth part, the others are on my page!!

notes: thank you for all the support on this project, it means so much! This chapter isn't the best, but there are some cute moments, especially the ending (; i hope you love it, i tried to make it as accurate to the British teenager experience as possible lolz, i also need to give toby/lemon more focus!!!!!!

TW: dissection, knives, alcohol, smoking and death mention, strong language as always, painfully bad fashion choices.

name reminder as always!

Toby- Lemon

Michael- Tangerine

It had been three weeks since Michael and Toby killing their own foster father had been seen by Ashley, and the small group of teenagers had become inseparable, constantly hanging out at any moment. It was fine and full of hysterical laughter whenever it was the whole trio, but when it was just Michael and Ashley, the air was always thick with unsaid words.

"Right, urm Ashley- you go with...Michael, maybe working with a more morbid student might help you actually do the dissection" Their biology teacher rattled on, pairing up students for the sheep's heart dissection; Ashley was well known in the school for one thing only, being the girl who tried to give a very dead rat CPR, earning her the nickname Rat girl, and even teens going as far as putting dead roadkill in her locker.

Michael perked up from trying to break the ink cartridge of his pen when he heard this, and he smiled to himself, he watched out the corner of his eye as she picked up her things and went to sit next to him.

"Hi." Michael said awkwardly, moving his things off of the other seat so that she could sit down easily.

"Hey." Ashley responded with a smile, placing her pencil case down beside his, well his was just a small pile of pens he had stuffed in his blazer and put on the desk, whilst hers was a light red fabric case with doodles all over it, including a little heart with an arrow. "Look, I don't think i can do the dissection-"

"Yeah i gathered that much- i'll just do it." He shrugged lightly, unbothered by the fact she wouldn't want to do anything, she was more happy about the fact he was getting to talk to her again.

Michael stood up, taking off his school blazer (which was already scuffed and marked, so it wouldn't really have made a difference if he had kept it on or not) and put on a pair of surgical gloves, throwing the other pair to Ashley.

He grabbed the scalpel, and began to cut almost scarily neat lines in the sheep's heart, whilst Ashley watched with wide eyes, slightly horrified and slightly amazed. She knew what he had done before, but this was weirdly precise.

Toby, who had been working with some random guy, noticed this and caught on quite quickly, coughing obnoxiously loud to try and make Michael realize how much of a serial killer he looked right now.

When Michael looked up, the two exchanged almost annoyed glances, before he realized what he was doing, and shot Ashley an apologetic smile. "Sorry-"

"No, it's fine honestly, I'm just glad i don't have to do it- and you're real at it good too, so that's a bonus!" She shook her head, looking at him.

The two locked eyes again, it was just like the interaction from the day prior, (probably less romantic due to the knife in his hand, and the fact she looked like she would be ill because of the dead animal lung) and Michael got the same feeling he had done last time, as if his heart was going to come out of his mouth, whereas this time they were both looking at each other, not just him at her. But just like last time, they got interrupted.

"Oi Mikey! You coming to mine tonight? Toby's coming- and you can bring rat girl if you want!" A voice called out, it belonged to Ted, one of the more well off kids in the school, who hung out with the twins sometimes, he was a bit rude though, and stunk of a fancy Lynx aftershave.

That snapped them both out of it, and they turned to look at the guy. Michael spoke up, slightly annoyed by the voice, "Yeah- yeah whatever i'll come, and she will too." After a moment, when Ted had turned back around, he muttered to himself and her. "Fucking prick."

Ashley laughed softly, and took the scalpel out of his hand, placing it back down onto the board. "You look like Patrick Bateman doing that." She commented, passing him the other knife to finish off quickly the practical.

"I'm way slicker than Patrick Bateman." He glanced at her, letting out a small scoff at his comment, "You are coming to this party, right? You don't have to-"

"I will, yeah- even if it's tosser Teddy hosting it." She laughed, and so did he at the name she referred to him as, she had lots of nicknames for people, it was almost a defense mechanism because of all of the bullying. She wouldn't admit this to him, but until recently, she had called him maladjusted Michael, because of his inability to fit in, which actually she couldn't either in all fairness.

"You don't hold back at all, you know that right?" Michael raised an eyebrow as he finished the dissection, cleaning up the tools with an eerily neat approach.

"She does not!" Toby called out from the other side of the room, laughing.

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"So, what do people do at these things?" Ashley asked as the three walked down the street and out of their apartment building that evening, down the road to find Ted's house.

"Parties? Uhhh- get drunk and make out." Toby replied quite blatantly, signalling to the bag of spirits and vodka they were taking with them to the place.

"And smoke, and scream, and ruin the house- it's real fun, i swear- as long as it's not your own house." Michael added on, shaking the packet of cigarettes in his hand, none of them noticed the shadowy figure lurking a few metres behind them, they were all too loud anyway to have heard the footsteps, or the shutter of the camera as it flicked photos of the three.

"Just sounds like what i do on a daily basis- minus making out." Ashley commented, crossing her arms as the group continued to walk.

"Yeah, but the guy hosting the party is a fucking wanker." Michael shrugged as he spoke.

"And you're a fucking wanker too, Mikey" Toby jabbed and laughed, dodging a punch, they looked a very strange group, due to the fact that they were all dressed very differently:

Michael wore baggy black jeans, with a white shirt (the top few unbuttoned) and a thin black tie loosely around it, topped off with a few golden rings on his fingers

Toby had on a pair of beige cargo pants, with a red graphic tee for the band maroon 5, circular framed blue sunglasses, and checkered black and white muddy vans.

Finally, Ash wore a pink vest with a purple mesh tee over it, a grey skirt with a chunky belt, black tights, and patent leather shoes, with parts of her hair in small ponytails on the top of her head.

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When they arrived at the house, Michael knocked on the door first, and was greeted by Ted, who looked them up and down, before half-hugging Michael and letting them all in.

The house was HUGE, the biggest either of three teens had been in, so probably not that impressive, but still big. There was plants- real ones, not the tacky decorative ones from Home Bargains, and their were professional family photos on the wall, Ash had to fight the urge to throw a smirnoff ice bottle at Ted's still face in them.

Further into the house, in the white pristine kitchen, was practically at least half of their year at school, all raving and shouting, some huddled in the corners with their partners, others lingering around the snack table (where a few bottles of fiji water sat), or singing badly along to the music that was playing through the speakers; it wasn't really where Ashley belonged, so she decided to take a large swig of the nearest glass of pure Vodka she could find, letting the alcohol rush to her head.

Toby seemed to be enjoying himself more, he had always been referred to as the class clown, and this did not end out of school hours, with him already making people laugh and messing about within five minutes of being here, after placing the plastic bag down on the table.

Michael, on the other hand, seemed fairly unsure of what to do, sure, he knew people, he was pretty cool too, but, he would've liked it more if he was reading Crime and Punishment at home right now, not having to deal with some rich kid's house party.

"This party is...interesting." Ashley stepped beside him, offering him a red solo cup of coca cola and vodka, to which he took and had a sip.

"It's shit." He corrected her and swallowed after he had had a sip, "You look nice though. Like Amy Winehouse or something."

"I don't think i'm that pretty" She laughed and shook her head, leaning on the counter with him stood beside her, both watching the party as they spoke.

"You are, really." He responded, as she took a sip.

"Well, you're not too bad either, you're like a young James Dean."

"Should i be complimented by that?"

"Yes."

"Then i'll take it," He smiled and turned to face her. "I really like hanging out with you, y'know. You're like, the coolest girl i've ever met- you're mysterious and a bit cold, like- Anna Karenina, and you are so beautiful too..."

"Jesus Christ- How much of that drink have you had?"

"I'm serious, Ash, You're really sweet." He spoke, and grabbed her hand with his free one, placing his drink down on the counter behind him, and then putting his hand on her cheek.

He kissed her, he actually kissed Ashley, the world seemed to stop, neither of them could focus on anything else that wasn't the person stood infront of them, she had never been kissed before, and awkwardly shifted to face him properly.

which to a bunch of 16 year olds, was big news, and they all suddenly stopped chatting and turned to stare at them after one chavy girl screamed,

"Michael's fucking kissing rat girl!!!"

Oh bloody hell.

I'm working on two of my NH asks ATM, sorry for the longer delay I'm super sleepy because of work and insomnia!! Also it's been a couple of nights that my cats have been waking me up.

i will give tiktok one concession and that is that it has spawned a comment that contains a phrase that i think of often at relevant moments: pack it up boys we've made a social blunder