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Rosa chuckled at that, slowly returning back to her normal self. "I didn't take you for someone who likes superhero movies." she said. "Then again, they are pretty popular." She could see that Wren was beginning to open up a little, and wondered if it were best to stop or to keep him talking more. Maybe asking him a lot of questions would be good for him; so she continued. "What kinds of comedies do you like?", she asked. Her tone was still a little flat, but her eyes showed genuine interest in Wren's answers.

Simon always seemed to get... carried away when it came to writing essays. He always got really, really into them and he didn't realize the time until the proctor called it. He finished the last sentence when he called time and he dropped his pencil, wrist throbbing from how tightly he'd been holding the thing. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing the wrist slowly as he peeked at Chicago, ready to leave this place already. His brain was a bit dead.

Chicago ran his hands over his face and through his hair. "Jesus..." His mutter was low, hardly said at all. The proctors told them how to seal their booklets and then came around to pick them up before allowing everyone to leave for the day. Grunting, the senior stood and waited for Simon. "Do you wanna come back to the house with me? Marcus and Cecil are still gone another day so we can watch movies if you'd like." A slight smirk crept onto the boy's lips.

Wren nearly jumped out of his skin when the other jumped on him about art. "I-I like most anything really...Even theater and stuff." His reply was quick as he recoiled back into his chair and stared back down at the table with wider eyes. Great. She had been staring at him and now she probably thought he was a wimp for being scared so easily. With a sigh, the platinum blonde tapped his foot nervously on the floor.

Chicago chuckled quietly and leaned over to kiss the top of his head. "Of course. You can stay as long as you want, darling." He grabbed the other's crutches and leaned on them, waiting for him to get up. "We should get going though. I don't want to spend another minute in this gym." Gym had always been the senior's worst subject. He wasn't a good runner, was tiny but not in the best physical shape, and always got beaten up while playing any sport involving any sort of ball. It always managed to make its way to his face or chest. The only good thing about it was that he would be dismissed to the office so he wouldn't pass out or make claims that he wasn't allowed to be examined for possible injuries. The only bad thing: the tougher boys would laugh at him as he walked out. It didn't matter though, gym had been over over for him since freshman year.

Rosa noticed that Wren was startled. She immediately leaned back a little. "Oh, I'm sorry!" she said, waving her hands frantically. "I'm being too much aren't I? I just got really excited...I'm sorry!" she was worried, afraid that her personality would scare him away. "I probably shouldn't be so loud."

His stomach twisted nervously at the thought of Chicago leaving for college next year. He felt bad about that, henwanted his boyfriend to move on, get away from this horrible place, but at the same time... he'd be left alone again. Even if he was able to go and live with his uncles, Chicago had been his point of sanity during this past school year- besides the months of avoidance, and they all knew how that went- and he didn't know what he'd do about that next year. What if Chicago just found another guy, a better guy, who was in a better place than Simon was? What if Chicago just forgot about him? He bit his lip anxiously at that thought, picking at a loose string before offering Chicago a soft smile at the umbrella, happy he'd been prepared as he looped their arms together and tried to look peppy and upbeat. He didn't need to know his doubts.
"So have you put in any apps yet? Or what your majors gonna be?" He asked a little shyly as they walked.
"And romance sounds good, as long as it's not one of those dumb ones where the guy dies in the end," he added, wrinkling his nose in distaste.

"Hm." Rosa let a moment of silence pass, studying the boy. He seemed nervous still, and she feared she may have messed all of this up by getting excited over art. So she tried to calm herself down as well before continuing. "I don't think you're a wimp," she said finally. "Reacting that way doesn't make you a wimp, it makes you normal. Anyone would react that way after meeting me!" she laughed, trying to make things light-hearted again. She often blamed herself when trying to cheer others up, even if she didn't believe it herself. It was easier that way.

Chicago wiped a couple drops of rain off of his glasses, then looked over at the other. Sitting in cars while it rained seemed to calm him because of the raindrops bein so close. He felt like a transcendentalist sometimes, always wanting to be close with nature. The thought made him smile slightly.
"Alright. We could watch Dear John or The Notebook maybe? I haven't seen either so I don't know. I've just hear that they're good. Otherwise we could look some up. I've heard that you cry a lot during The Notebook so maybe not that one." Shrugging, the boy leaned over and got their faces close together, not locking their lips just yet. He just wanted to look at Simon's beautiful eyes for a moment. Finally, he leaned in further and pressed their lips together lightly, but with a bit of passion behind it. It was a scary thought, but Chicago really did think he loved the younger boy.

Wren shook his head and continued looking at the table. "No, it's not your fault. I'm a jumpy person in general." Slowly, he raised his head to look at Rosa. He could see the excitement still in her eyes a bit, but knew he had shaken the mood. "You sound really into art...so I assume you take a lot of classes in the course." The boy rubbed his nose slightly and looked back down at te table, unable to keep his gaze at anyone for very long. He always had to look away, or glance around while speaking. Direct gazes made him extremely uncomfortable as though he was staring at someone who didn't know it.

Chicago wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck and tilted his head slightly. Their glasses caught together for a moment which caused a soft laugh to escape him. Taking off his glasses, he leaned back in and reconnected their lips. It wanted to come out, the words. But they got stuck and forced back down. "I-I..." Pulling away for a moment, the senior couldn't take his gaze off of Simon. A blush rose to his cheeks, but he just leaned back in and hugged the other boy before kissing his cheek gently. He said it in his head, hoping the message would transfer to the other instead of floating to him through the air. I love you. I love you. I love you. Please. I really do. I really love you... Sighing and closing his eyes, Chicago gave a gentle squeeze to his boyfriend. What a wimp. Can't even say three simple words. Loser. Lightly, he danced his lips along the skin of Simon's neck. "W-we should get inside." All that came out was a whisper, but it was just loud enough to be heard over the rain pounding on the shell of the car.

Chicago's entire face turned into a blush. "W-wait...You..?" He covered his mouth with his hands, his chest twisting with emotion. "You understood that?" A soft chuckle left him. "I'm surprised. But...Uh...Yeah." With a darkening blush, the senior got out of the car and opened Simon's door. "Come on, slow poke. Don't let me get soaked." The funny thing was, though, the rain was pouring down so the boy was already drenched. A crooked grin was left on his face as he waited for his boyfriend.

Chicago laughed and closed the door behind them. "Yeah, it was. How about we don't do it again though because now I need to change." Shaking his head like a dog, the boy smirked as water droplets flew off. "You can borrow some of my pajamas." Walking down the stairs, he made his way to his room where he quickly shed his clothes and dried off with a used towel from the night before. He hadn't bothered to close the door, showing how comfortable he was around the other. Finally, he got into warm pajamas and stepped out of the room.

Chicago made his way upstairs with a fluffy towel for the other. He saw him making tea and smiled, wrapping his arms around him with the towel stretched so it was around him as well. "Hey, honey." Kissing his neck a couple times, the senior gently rubbed his arms with toe towel to dry them off and warm them up. "Go change. I can watch the water." Realizing that stairs were difficult for him, the older boy untangled himself from the other and brushed hair off of his forehead. "I'll actually bring the clothes up or you. Then I'll take over watching the water."

Rosa's eyes widened when Wren looked at her. It surprised her that the boy had actually made eye contact with her, even if it didn't last very long. If he can make eye contact with me, then that's a good sign! She wondered if he would do it again. "I don't mind that you're jumpy," Rosa said. "And yes, art classes fill up most of my day. It's pretty much the only subject I like besides Biology." She couldn't help but put on a huge grin. "I'm sorry- it's just really exciting to me!...Do you like to draw?" At this point, Rosa had completely forgotten about tutoring, and was now only interested in coaxing Wren out of his shell. She figured that it could help him in the long run.

Simon grinned, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and grabbed the soft pajamas with a free hand and tucked them into his arm pit.
"Thank you- oh, I usually add a bit of cinnamon to mine," he told him before making his way to the bathroom. There he stripped of his soaking wet clothes and threw them in the hamper- he'd wash them later. He then changed into the blue and black pajamas, laughing at the bottoms- on one side it was just a little too short (you could see just above his ankle) and the other was too long, part of it just laying there while he sat. He shook his head, amused before pulling on the long sleeved black pajama shirt, shivering for a moment now that he was warm. He then got himself up and headed back into the kitchen, eager for the warm drink.
"Is it done yet?" He asked eagerly, peering at the cups impatiently.