Snippet #2738607

Micah looked over at Dol and puffed his cheeks out. "Glad you like my cheeks. Theyre my most redeeming feature you know. Thats how I get the girls. Bitches love soft baby butt cheeks." He said and then rolled his eyes. He had managed to shove his feelings down back into the hole that they crawled out of. He couldnt feel like that now anyways. Dol had seen that Noah guy pretty much every day, and the way she talked about him just made it easier for Micah to bury his feelings. He sat up, almost fell off his bed, caught himself and then sighed. "Well damn. Traitor of a bed." He said and then chucked an eraser at Dol before sitting in his chair and starting to sketch. His arm was all healed up and he had gotten his cast off the day before and was excited to get things done art wise again.