You woke up to the sound of your alarm blaring next to you, and a slight shock down your spine.

"What the fuck dude? Do you actually have to do that all the time?"

"Yes, since it's the only thing effective."

You grumbled, getting up from your bed and grabbing some clothes from your closet.

Squip had picked out this white sweater, and a small black skirt.

"I suppose I'm not allowed to fight you on your... Clothing choice?"

"Nope. You're not."

You sighed, and he disappeared again, leaving you to change in peace.

Once you did, he quickly returned, holding a hair brush.

"No. You are not doing my hair. No one touches my hair except me."

He crossed his arms, and sat criss cross on your bed. And then you felt yourself walking over.

"What the fuck--"

You sat down on the edge of your bed, and Squip started to brush your hair. You started to wiggle the best you could.

Eventually, you gave in to him, and just let him do his thing. Now that it was all chill, it was quite relaxing. Squip smiled, probably knowing exactly how you felt.

"I do, I can read your brain after all." He smiled, and calmly put your hair in a French braid. (Unless your hair is too short? I'm sorry, I suck ass at this)

You smiled as he handed you a mirror. "That actually looks pretty good..."

He smiled, or rather smirked. "I know. I'm a supercomputer."

Once you had eaten breakfast, you were out the door.

~

Once you arrived at school, Squip had an off look on his face.

"Do you know a guy named Richard Goranski?"

You scoffed.

Yeah, he's an asshole who bullies me, actually.

"Go find him."

Did you hear anything I just sa- thought? He bullies me! If I even look at him I'm on the ground with a black eye!

"Just... Do it. Cmon, trust me."

You sighed, and started walking into the school. You noticed a few people had their eyes on you.

That was new, but understandable, since you'd never worn anything but hoodies and sweat pants.

You didn't know how to feel about the attention, but figured. 'Hey maybe this'll be good, who fucking knows?'

"Me-"

Wasn't asking you.

Squip chuckled and raised his hands in defense.

You got to your locker, and once you had everything for your first class, you turned. And there was the bastard himself.

Richard, fucking, Goranski.

You sighed, and walked over to him. He looked you up and down, making you raise an eyebrow.

"Sup, loser. You seem to be more skittish today." He said, chuckling. But then he seemed to jump a bit, almost in pain.

"Whatever. What do you want?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"Well you see-"

"Up up down down left right A!"

He groaned in pain, before looking you dead in the eye. "You got a Squip?!"

You nodded, and he smiled.

"Maybe you won't be that bad to chill with..." He patted your back.

You sighed.

"Maybe you won't be bad yourself."

You and Rich walked down the hallway, talking about random stuff.

Your Squip just followed behind, a smile on his face.

Maybe he'll actually improve your life.

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Not sure why they're all so short? I'm sorry. Maybe there'll just have to be more chapters to make up for my idiocy.

Hah.

Oof, okay that's enough for me, hue hue.

You now have a friendship with Richy.

:)