Yes, this is the Carlos and Willow fan fiction I was working on! Pages will NOT be that long, because I’m not a professional writer but here we go.

A LOT OF THIS REVOLVES AROUND CLICHES AND TEENAGERS, MEANING I RECOMMEND THIS FOR PEOPLE 12 YEARS OR OLDER. This is not an age restriction, rather just a suggestion. The humor is just for audiences that can giggle about the immature teenage brain.

A bit of lore behind this is that Willow is a human version of FrogPaw, while Carlos is a human version of CracklePaw ( @Leafí )

High school, but manly.

Carlos absolutely HATED high school. He loved vandalizing on the lockers, Stealing from losers and flooding the toilets with toilet paper, but he hated the whole learning part… It was just so lame and boring! He hated how sweaty the teachers were, how the girls tried to hard to look pretty… Some were, but most just… Did too much. Everyone was a total loser, and he didn’t really have any friends With that being said, no one was cool enough to be his friend! He makes his way to class, the only class he actually enjoyed, Biology, because the teacher was totally awesome (and gave hints about how to hide a body,) And he got to cut open a pig! How awesome was that?! The only bad side about that class was that he was stuck next to a cutie who was obsessed with frogs… Willow, was it? He just called her Frogs… She wasn’t exactly a loser, but she never spoke to him, which made her automatically not cool… He could always talk to her, but why bother? He was too cool to reach out to others, they NEEDED to talk to him.
Settling into his seat, he tossed his feet upon the desk and dirt went flying… It seems Carlos had arrived to class before Frogs, which was amazing since it meant he didn’t have to sit next to a girl! However, he found himself a bit worried because she was always here studying… she must be busy… A couple minutes pass and the bell rings, and a lanky girl comes running in… She looks totally different from the last time he saw her, however… She once had long, braided hair, wore funny preppy clothes… But now, the girl had chopped her hair to her shoulders and curled it, she wore low rise jeans with a chain belt, a small choker, and a green crop top sweater patterned with… frogs. Carlos never noticed her ears were pierced, but he could see the crosses dangling from her ears now… Ew, Christianity… Willow must’ve had a midlife crisis. She also happened to be carrying a drink, seemed to be a coffee. She sat down in her desk, next to him, and sunk down like a weight in water. Placing her bag on the ground beside her, she sighs and takes a sip of her drink, only to spit it across the room, water gun style.

He held back laughter, as disappointment crept onto the face of his desk neighbor… Either she was dramatic or the drink was that bad… The teacher began to scold her, and the entire class brought their attention to that interaction…
“Willow, What was that all about?” The teacher called to her, Pointing his finger at the mess she had made… Willow was never much of a talker so Carlos couldn’t help but feel a bit of… Sympathy for the girl being put on the spot. It was her fault, however. She spat out her drink!
Willow cleared her throat, “They didn’t put any coffee in my sugar,” she paused… “I MEAN SUGAR IN MY COFFEE!” A common mistake made by a tired, high school girl…
“Clean up your mess, Willow.”
Really? It was about a lack of sugar? That was the ONLY way Carlos drank his coffee. Black. Being the entitled weirdo he was, he took the drink from in front of her, “Well, if you aren’t going to drink it, then I will, you pansy,” And that was the easiest coffee he had ever gotten!

You may have expected the interaction to last longer, but Willow didn’t really argue about it. It was quite disappointing, because Carlos wanted her to beg for her drink back… The lack of a reaction left him disappointed, and maybe a bit defeated. As Willow cleans up what she had spat out, class goes on as usual… The coffee was good, blessed nectar from heaven it seemed… Heaven wasn’t cool or anything, but it was the only word to describe something better than amazing…! With a free beverage, Carlos could tell that today would be a great day.
As class came to an end, the bell rang and students began to leave… Willow happened to be the first one out, which was also unusual for her… Her backpack happened to be open and her wallet came falling out… Free money too? Today couldn’t get ANY better. Picking up the wallet, Carlos places it in his own bag and leaves the class… He wouldn’t be going to his next class, and rather, would be going to hide under the stairs to count his new funds…
As he got himself settled, this queasy feeling struck his stomach… Guilt? No! Carlos NEVER felt guilty… Right…? He opens up her wallet to count a total of $23.67, and he laughs because she was BROKE. Her student ID and another form of ID happened to be in there, with her address… He could return the wallet if he wanted to… Maybe he wanted to… But was it cool to return a wallet to a girl…? To a frog obsessed girl? Ugh, life was too full of decisions…! Pulling some beef jerky out of his bag, he part took in his meal of champions, the most manly meal ever that made him totally cool. No, he wasn’t a 40 year old dad on a camping trip! He was 18 and enjoying some cool manly beef jerky! Stop judging him! He downed his little snack quickly to make sure no one saw him enjoying his MANLY snack! Pulling a can of monster out of his back, he drank that it what seemed to be one gulp… Because he was just so awesome! Carlos crushes the can, and places Willows wallet back in his bag… As the lunch bell went off, he knew he was free to wreak havoc on the school, because students would be everywhere! I mean, it was much time! Before he could stand up, however, he ends up… falling asleep… He was in a food coma, okay?

Willow was walking the halls, searching for her wallet… It couldn’t have gotten far, right? She knew this school like the back of her hand, and searched every nook and cranny…! She got to the last place, under the stairs, only to see her coffee stealing classmate taking a cat nap… Something must be wrong with him. Crouching a bit, she watches him, fascinated with his behaviors… The overly caffeinated teen had managed to fall asleep. It made Willow giggle. Carefully collecting the garbage that surrounded him, she stood up and disposed of it… He clearly wasn’t going to take care of it himself so she did it for him… Willow looks at him one more time, snorting a laugh, and then goes to check the Biology classroom once more for her wallet… It had to be somewhere, right?

(And that’s it for this part! It’s super rusty and funny looking because I have never written as a man before )

This is the last time I let my gut take charge!

(This one left me dead, lol,)

Ugh, guilt beat into him like a fork does to make scrambled eggs! Mmm, eggs..! Anyways, he had some girls wallet and he kind of… wanted to return it… It was night time and Carlos had been sitting in this room, on his phone looking at an address he had searched up. This address just so happened to be the one that was inside Willows wallet… It was late however, and he didn’t want to barge in… Actually, he did, that would be cool. The house had a bay window anyways, since it was in the down town part of ThunderVill… Carlos had a love hate relationship with the downtown part of his down, for it was boring, and full of losers… It was his town however, and even though he wanted a mansion on a hill, his small 3 story house was just fine for now… After a bit of procrastination, he decided on yes, he would return her wallet. Not because he wanted to see a girl after school hours or anything! It was strictly because she was broke and her money was useless to him! Yeah that’s it! And besides, the anime girls on the wallet made him cringe… Who even watches that? Walking past his ATTACK ON TITAN poster, her grabbed some fresh clothes that didn’t smell like rotting bodies… It was just his natural body stench, don’t you dare judge him! He picked out some of the nicer stuff, a sleeveless black tank top that totally didn’t have holes in it (it did,) and some baggy cargo pants with a lot of buckles. How classy. Carlos attaches some chains to his bottoms, and some shades onto his face because he’s never fully dressed without some sunglasses. He almost forgot to put on socks, but at last minute pulled out socks that… didn’t match at all. One was black while the other was grey. No one was looking at his feet so it didn’t really matter, Carlos couldn’t have cared less. He had some boots in his closet, those sweet combat ones that woman romanticize on the internet. He called them ‘chick magnet boots,’ and tosses them on. Opening his window quietly, he makes sure he has everything… The losers wallet, I’m wearing shoes… underwear? He had to double check that which is quite concerning. He was in fact wearing underwear. Carlos pats down his pockets only to realize he didn’t have his emergency pocket knife. Quickly grabbing the first one he saw, he jumped out his window and let his journey begin…

Walking always annoyed him, for Carlos hated unnecessary exercise. It made him tired, and sweat, which made him smell funny, and if he smelt funny, girls wouldn’t like him. As much as he wanted to drive, he knew that if he took his car, he’d get in deep trouble for sure…! That thing was louder than toddlers, which seemed almost impossible because toddlers- no, ALL children were annoying, and loud… And bratty! Ugh, Carlos HATED children more than anything. They always made messes, pooped themselves and cried… The crying part was always funny, however. Paying no mind to his surroundings, Carlos jay walks his way through the dark, street light lit downtown area, thinking about all the chaos he could cause tonight… Maybe he could spray paint a swear word, or break a store window, hell, he could start a fire! Arson was always pretty cool. The streets were quite dead, I mean… it was 10 pm. Wait… 10 pm? What if that frog loser wasn’t awake? Then what would he do? I suppose I could just break in… Wouldn’t be my first time and there’s no turning back now! As he approaches her house, he notices that every light was out except for one… Creeping up to that window, he peaks inside to see a frog covered bedroom… And an aquarium… with two frogs. Ugh, of course she had pet frogs. Willow was no where to be seen however, until she opened her door, wrapped up in a towel, humming. Ducking his head, Carlos watches her for a second, feeling awkward about approaching on his classmates private time… He wasn’t even aware of what he was watching until she dropped the towel, which was when he let out some sort of scream-like squeal.

Alerted by his call, Willow quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped back up, holding the longest ‘AAA’ anyone could hear. It was a very awkward moment, and as Carlos fell from the window, Willow took the chance to toss on a frog printed night gown… Carlos was winded, but still managed to hit himself in the head repeatedly to get the image of his classmate out of his head. He didn’t know the first thing about girls, which made this 1000 times worse. Once Willow had regained her composure, her head popped out the window to look down at the boy who had been peeking on her. She felt some what relieved that the fall wasn’t large at all…
“Ugh! I always knew you were a pervert!” She called out, throwing a shoe down at him.
“No!” He huffed… He was still winded… “I was… Trying to… Return your wallet!” Carlos was never going to live this down… He wasn’t a creep, not yet, at least, and not in that way! Never ever!
“Oh, so you sat there and watched me?!” She threw another shoe.
Ugh, he would have to be vulnerable with her to save his reputation… Gross! “I don’t understand women! I didn’t know you would do that! Besides, I didn’t want to see that! I’m pretty sure I need therapy! And I never need therapy! I’m too cool for therapy!”
Willow finally began to let her guard down, and began to laugh hysterically… “So you’re telling me, that you’re socially awkward and had no idea what women do after they shower?”
Carlos paused, trying to generate a smart response… Thinking he had hesitated for too long, he said; “YES! Wait, NO…” it took an awkward silence for him to mutter out; “Okay, Yes!” It was funnier because he did this whole thing with his eyes shut. He must look like the biggest loser! Stupid stupid stupid-
“You can open your eyes, goof ball… I trust that you had no ill intentions. Just… use the door instead, Please,” Willow reaches her hand out to Carlos, inviting him into her room…
He stood up, dusted himself off, then climbed up, through the window and into her room. He took a seat at her bay window, avoiding eye contact.
“Yo, can I get my wallet though, or are you going to look at the floor all night?” Willow put her hands on her hips, and tilted her head.
“Why is everyone frog themed?” Carlos blurted out while searching his many pockets for her wallet. “I mean, Like, your entire room is green, you have pet frogs, you have frog stickers on your walls… Is it like some unhealthy obsession?” He asked, finally pulling her wallet from his pocket.
Willow looked low-key offended, and grabbed your wallet. “What do you mean? Frogs are absolutely adorable! They just look so… So dumb all the time! It’s just the cutest thing ever!” She paused with a snarky grin, “I bet your room is no better! Black walls with posters of metal bands, right?”
Carlos went to correct her, but there really wasn’t much to correct… She was basically on point which slightly offended him, but mostly amused him. Standing up, he stretched, only for his back to crack in a satisfying way. The sound made him grin, while Willow cringed…
“I should get going, Frogs,” It was hard to hold back a chuckle, since he called her secret nickname he had made for her ever since they met at the beginning of the year…
Willows face grew red, with what seemed to be annoyance. “My name is Willow, actually!”
“I know,” Carlos stated, hopping out her window, “I just like to call you that because you’re weird,”
Watching Willow grow hot with embarrassment and annoyance was the cherry on top of today. As Carlos made his way to the street, he heard her yell; “CARLOS! I will totally KICK your ASS!” Girls were so funny when angry…
“YOU WISH!”

What a… Strange string of events…

@Leafí here you go!