MORGAN FREEMAN IMPERSONATOR NEEDED

Rae sat, fingers drumming rhythmically against the cafeteria table as they pondered on what they should do for their next youtube video. Perhaps another Littlest Pet Shop music video? It'd been quite a while since the last one was posted, but thanks to the events of new years, Rae had gotten a spark of inspiration. Ah, new years. Though Rae wouldn't admit it, that night had been, in the lightest of terms, magical. The taste of their friend's lips, the way her eyes sparkled and her cheeky smile that left dimples the size of pinpricks. Rae jolted back, fists clenching. No, Rae began, I can't think this way. The highschooler shifted their gaze from the vacant cafeteria to the window. They watched intently as the snowflakes sifted down, twisting and falling out of nothing. It was quite a sight. Beyond that was an empty parking lot. As far as Rae was concerned, everyone else had already left the school except for them. Oh, Liann. If only you understood how I felt about you. I coul-- “Hi, Rae.” came a kind, ethereal voice. The teen reeled abruptly around to see the short Asian that held that special pace in their heart, “O-Oh, Liann! Hey,” they sputtered, feeling the blood rush from their cheeks, “w-what are you doing here so, uh, late?” Liann grinned, “My mom's running a little late.” “Oh,” Rae blinked, internally searching for what to say next as Liann moved dangerously closer. She sat in the next seat over, brushing some hair from her face. “So Liann, I've been thinking about what happened new years..” there was an immediate spark of recognition that flashed in Liann's eyes. “Um...what about it?” Rae couldn't help but avert their eyes, fearing that a mere glance at the submissive girl would send them over the edge. They tried to speak, but couldn't even bring themselves to string together a proper sentence. Liann gave a warm, empathetic smile, “I like you too.” Rae's head snapped upward, “Really?” they choked out. In response, Liann rain a hand through Rae's dyed hair, that practically radiated edginess and teen angst. Then, she slowly leaned forward, her hand gradually trailing downward, and pressed her lipstick-caked lips against the other submissive teen. They then began passionately making out. (Little did they know Mr. Polito was behind the next corner, taking pictures of the whole thing.) As the two separated, both wearing Liann's smeared makeup, the girl slowly got to her feet, “My mom's here.” she sighed. Rae dropped their gaze, disappointed. “But,” Liann continued, “we can always finish this another time.” she gave a wink. Rae beamed, “Y-Yeah! Uh, I'd like tha--” the stuttering teen was then interrupted by a startling crash. They looked up, concerned. Liann waved a hand, smiling in an almost playful manner, “Oh, don't worry about that. That was just my mom.” Rae then looked out the window to see her friend's mother collapsed on the steps outside, groaning. “Shouldn't we help her?!” an alarmed Rae exclaimed. “Or we could just make out some more.” Rae blinked, “Yeah, that works.” and they lived happily ever after.