(Lmao there are cores for each subjects tho.
Like in my school there’s AP Bio, Psych, World History, Calc and Trig, oooh it’s huge
Okkkkkk)
Met nodded idly when Andre pointed out his classes. He hoped the people in his classes weren’t too mean. He was told by Andre that the year had just started, so he should be okay…
(we have ap in several math classes, each english level aka 1-4, most sciences, all 3 required histories plus a few more, languages aka spanish, german, french in all 4 levels, and that's just for core classes)
(Dude bro what shif dog we only have Spanish and Latin in our school
bur we have an AP for each core)
(so I just finished AP spanish 2 homework and now I have algebra 2 to finish and AP US history to do but to be honest I'm just gonna wait on history seeing as it's not due for a few more days)
(yeah we only learn latin if you take a science course that needs it I think)
(Lmao that sounds like my schedule for next year. If I wanted, but I’m prolly gonna drop AP sophomore year. That’s dumb, for the Latin, tho)
Met nodded idly when Andre pointed out his classes. He hoped the people in his classes weren’t too mean. He was told by Andre that the year had just started, so he should be okay…
("wOW mY bOY, LoOKiE HErE, yOu gOTs a LottA gOOd cLaSSeS")
"As much as I enjoy your company, it's about time you head out," the older man reminded, embracing Met quickly. Secretly he worried about how things would go over, but needed to keep a calm and level head. It was likely that Met would do more than fine and excel in his classes. It was the type of person his adopted son seemed to be.
(my god would i have done a mom i keep thinking of like a 5'1 gal and her having to look up at Met like: son i need you to reach the cups on the top shelf for me please)
(Lmaooooooooo)
Met swallowed nervously, looking over at his messager’s bag they had purchased for his school things and back at Andre.
“Righ-right now?” He looked down at his neat little outfit, still feeling somewhat subconscious.
(my god would i have done a mom i keep thinking of like a 5'1 gal and her having to look up at Met like: son i need you to reach the cups on the top shelf for me please)
(yes please)
(Lmaooooooooo)
Met swallowed nervously, looking over at his messager’s bag they had purchased for his school things and back at Andre.
“Righ-right now?” He looked down at his neat little outfit, still feeling somewhat subconscious.
Andre nodded. "You look fine. But unless you're wanting to start your attendance off with a zero percent, you should get going soon," he commented. Before allowing Met to leave, he quickly embraced the taller boy again.
Met nodded nervously and quickly. He squeaked softly when he was hugged, then slowly hugged him back.
“I-I’m taking the bus, right?” Met had never ridden on a bus.
(He has his truck though, does he not?)
(Oh right)
"I thought you were taking your truck?" Andre questioned as he pulled away. He remembered the first few days after adopting Met that they went back for an older model truck the teen drove.
“Oh right,” Met said, remembering the rickety truck he owned. He liked his truck, but he was unsure how others would take it.
“I should take that, then.” He nodded and crossed his arms protectively over his chest.
Andre smiled at this, knowing how proud the old vehicle made Met. "Good choice," he said humorously. After questioning his son that he had everything, the adult sent him on his way. Not that he was in a specific religion, but Andre prayed he wouldn't receive a call from an upset Met in the middle of the day. He only wanted things to go well.
Met sat carefully in his truck and inserted the keys into the ignition. He looked at the mirror hanging above his head and messed with his fluffy hair, hoping it wasn’t too spatic. Whenever he satisfied himself with it, he started on his way to his new school.
(so how should we skip?)
(Should we just skip to when the school day starts?)
(mmm okay but I would need another character I guess who is younger???)
(Well yes if we want a ship.)
(oof I'm trying to think of who I could use)
(oof just make a new boi)