Reggie wasn’t entirely sure when the Taco Bell obsession had taken off, but he was here for it. The food was fucking disgusting, but it was gross in such a comfort way that Reggie was certain 1/4 of his Rinky Dinks paycheck went towards his TB fund. Thank God his mom had stopped checking his pay stubs for how much money he should be saving up on a biweekly basis, because he would be grounded half past Sunday for wasting so much of his future life funds. “Hey, wanna sneak out and grab some tuberculosis during lunch hour?” Reggie asked as he all but slammed himself against the lockers situated next of Noah’s. Reggie wouldn’t necessarily deem Noah one of his friends, but their back and forth banter was sometimes just the kind of vibe that he was needing in his life. After nearly falling asleep in almost all of his classes today, a little bit of harmless aggression was a must. “I promise to stay conscious in the next two Celibacy Club meetings if you drive.” Reggie was practically infamous for driving his bike around, no matter than weather, so Taco Bell being at least a 20 minute bike ride? Not going to cut it for the lunch hour. “Don’t be a loooooser.” @puckermanoah
