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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on May 16, 2017 15:52:13 GMT -5
"You're names...Evan, right?" Rosa asked. She couldn't remember everyone's name in the class; sometimes she wouldn't even try. Some of the students would come and go like a revolving door, dropping themselves from this class barely two weeks in. Rosa had seen this girl though, on multiple occasions. Perhaps she would stay in the class before Rosa graduated.
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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on May 16, 2017 16:29:47 GMT -5
"Rosa...Bennett", the girl replied. Satisfied with knowing the other girl's name, she turned back to her canvas and resumed her musing. To be honest, she was a tad irritated at her work, hoping that a little bit of social interaction would give her the distraction she needed. But talking to Evan reminded her of how inexperienced she was in that regard.
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 16, 2017 16:32:08 GMT -5
Simon really couldn't concentrate during this class. He was trying, methodically taking notes for a book he had never read, but his mind was torn between two very distracting things: Chicago and Mariah. One filled him with excitement and the good kind of nervous, the other consumed him with anxiety and made him want to run for the hills. You can guess which matched up. It didn't help that there was a faint blush on his cheeks, and that Chicago was tomatoe red. He could feel a strong affection for the older teen- one that he had to stamp out because A. They just met, and B. He highly doubted Chicago was interested. Simon was never someone that others liked. He was just... Simon. Boring, undatebale Simon. He let out a soft sigh, the hour stretching on. By the time the bell rung he was ready to bolt out of the class, but he forced himself to slow down, waiting for Chicago, the only friend he had in this place so far.
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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on May 16, 2017 16:58:29 GMT -5
"Oh, nice to meet you too," Rosa replied. After a while of trying to shade some flower petals on her painting she said, "Can I ask you for some advice?" Visible on her canvas was a grove of foliage, with a background full of blues and purples, yellow flowers adorning most of the space with what appeared to be an odd, unfinished green shape at the bottom.
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 16, 2017 17:03:29 GMT -5
"AP Psych," he responded, noting how pink he was when they were just talking. He felt a small twinge of regret, assuming that the other was simply regretting his decision to take his hand, or something along those lines. He bit his lip anxiously as they walked out into the hallway, carefully putting on his cheerful exterior again, although now he was glancing around, as if he were expecting someone to jump him. Which was partially true- he didn't know what he'd do if he actually ran into Mariah, so now he was being extra careful so that wouldn't happen. "What about you?" He asked, hoping they had another class together. Most of his classes were senior level, anyways so there was a good chance they had some together.
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 16, 2017 17:18:36 GMT -5
"I guess there's just wasn't that many senior-level AP classes?" He tried, but the suggestion was a little weak, because, quite frankly, he was surprised too. They made their way slowly to their class, and he tried his best not to wince in pain, the dull ache in his leg making him realize he probably overdid it today, but he didn't quite care at this point. The butterflies in his stomach distracted him, and he couldn't help but bust out into a huge grin when he realized that they had half of their classes together- plus lunch. The only ones they didn't share were his math class, orchestra, and band. At least, he was assuming they didn't have band together, considering he didn't see Chicago in any of the band pictures in the music hall.
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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on May 16, 2017 17:26:44 GMT -5
"Oh...this is a painting..." Rosa said quietly. Was it too terrible to look like a painting? She began to feel a little self-conscious of her work. She hoped it wasn't that bad.
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Post by ✽ραιитє∂ѕнαя∂ѕ✽ on May 16, 2017 17:43:22 GMT -5
Chicago held his hands together in front of himself as they walked, then glanced over at the other once again. "What's got you smiling, sunshine?" He gave a halfhearted laugh, but couldn't help himself from smiling either. Simon's grin was contagious apparently and Chicago caught the ailment, if you could even call it that.
Evan looked closer and laughed quietly. "Oh god, sorry. I must've looked wrong. It's good, really." She assured, looking closer at it. "I apologize." Another awkward laugh left her throat. Jesus, how stupid can you be? Rolling her eyes at herself, Evan looked down at the green spot again. "The flowers are good...but what's that?" She asked, pointing at the figure.
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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on May 16, 2017 17:51:30 GMT -5
Rosa laughed a little, then looked down at her feet. "Um....it's a....turtle," she mumbled. "But it's good to know that it needs some work to it." When the bell rang, she looked back up at Evan. "Do you have another class after this, or do you stay here?"
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 16, 2017 17:57:55 GMT -5
Simon felt his cheeks tinge just a little bit, but he felt his face still upturned into a smile. He shook his head, dark hair bouncing as he did so, a small chuckle rising from his throat. "I'm just- happy, yknow? I've never really had a friend in one of my academic classes before, and we're in three classes together. Just can't believe my luck," he hummed cheerily as they rounded a corner, following Chicago since he knew where to go. He couldn't help but notice Chicagos smile as well, proud that he managed to drag one out of the guy, who didn't seem very... smiley. He froze, though, when as they rounded the corner he found himself face-to-face with Mariah. His smile faltered, watching as the other girls eyes widened with shock, before her lips pursed and she shot a glare at him. "Thought you were dead." She said flatly, clearly blaiming him for the entire mess last semester, although she was the one who started it all. That rumor was ridiculous- he was sick all sophomore year, he caught a bad infection that ended up with him being in a coma for two weeks, right before she had transferred schools. It wasn't a big deal to Simon, but she clearly thought otherwise.Simons throat closed up for a minute, fear flashing onto his features before he replaced it with a scowl, although his paling features made him less intimidating as he looked up at the girl resentfully. "Yeah, well, clearly not. It's called a coma, not dying," he snapped back, forgetting momentarily that Chicago was there. Mariah's eyes narrowed into slits, opening her mouth to say something, before letting out a small huff and walking off, leaving Simon there, shaking slightly from the encounter. He cursed himself, wishing she didn't freak him out as badly as she did, but he had good reason to fear her. He knew what she could do to people socially, and it didn't help that her dad was some hotshot lawyer, so he was always stuck with her torments all because she tried to be his friend so she could go out with him. Simon just started walking forward again, forgetting that Chicago was there as he got lost in his thoughts once more.
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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on May 16, 2017 18:21:35 GMT -5
Rosa smiled back. "You think so?", she asked. "Ok. I'll do that then." She preferred painting over other art forms, though she wasn't as good at it as she was drawing. It was far more therapeutic. Printmaking on the other hand, was the exact opposite.
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 16, 2017 18:33:54 GMT -5
Simon gave a small, stiff nod, startling slightly when he heard Chicagos voice. His face was now an embarrassed bright red, but he said nothing, watching the ground as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Great, just great. Now Chicago probably had questions that Simon didn't really want to answer- he just wanted to pretend that the past year didn't happen. His entire body was slouched forward in his defensive position, hands gripping the straps of his bag, clearly not wanting to talk about it. He stiffened as he was pulled into the bathroom, holding his breath for a moment when he realized that hands were still on his arms and he studied Chicagos chest with interest, face burning. "It's- ah, it's a long story," he began, shifting on his feet anxiously. He glanced around, clearly wanting to make sure no one was around to hear him.
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 16, 2017 19:56:08 GMT -5
Simon studied the ground for a few moments, focusing on the tiled pattern as he tried to get his heart beat under control, knowing it'd be easier to talk about it now than later. He glanced up as Chicago took as step back and he let out a soft, shaking sigh, only now realizing that he had been shaking. He leaned against the wall, forcing his body to relax. "No... no it's fine. That girl, she, uh, well, she's the reason why everyone found out that I'm... y'know. I considered her one of my best friends for a good part of my freshman year, but it turns out she was only friends with me because she liked me, and she, uh, has this really vicious streak to her if you get on her bad side. Well, at the beginning of sophomore year she asked me out on a date and I turned her down because I didn't really see the use of pretending to like her, and she assumed that since I didn't go out with her I was... y know. And so she posted it on our schools Facebook page under a fake account, and on twitter too, so she pretty much outed me to the whole school cuz I couldn't really deny it. She always seemed to start a lot of the... teasing too, her and my brother both," he began, using the word teasing instead of bullying, not really wanting to get into what he meant by that. He pushed his glasses up on his nose, not quite making eye contact as he started to talk about the year before . "Those two encouraged the other kids at my school to start it too, and the teachers and admin looked the other way."
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Post by ✽ραιитє∂ѕнαя∂ѕ✽ on May 16, 2017 20:40:14 GMT -5
Rosa smiled back. "You think so?", she asked. "Ok. I'll do that then." She preferred painting over other art forms, though she wasn't as good at it as she was drawing. It was far more therapeutic. Printmaking on the other hand, was the exact opposite. Evan grabbed her canvas and began working on her semester project. It was coming along nicely, everything was starting to get into place. The work was of a woman wearing a huge dark floppy hat covering half of her face smoking what looked like a flower. She loved painting symbolistic work to make people think, even adding in random objects sometimes just to make her viewers ponder why they were there in the first place.
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 16, 2017 20:55:34 GMT -5
Simon stiffened when he was pulled into an almost hug, his shaking stopping at the quiet promise. He leaned into the others head, resting his cheek on Chicagos raven black hair, closing his eyes and smiling when he announced it, but it was a weak one. "Thank you... and me too. There's no use in trying to hide anymore, trying to be afraid of it.! Or pretending that we're something we're not. " he said softly, wrapping his once limp arms around the others waist, feeling an odd surge of comfort. He'd never really had anyone actually care about what had happened to him before, burying his face into the others shoulder for a few minutes, feeling himself calm. "That's not why she thought I was dead." He finally said quietly, but didn't know if he could hear him.
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 16, 2017 21:21:40 GMT -5
Simons eyes widened in horror at the suggestion, shaking his head against the others shoulder, closing them as he inhaled Chicagos scent, finding some peace in it. Man, he was already becoming attached to this guy, not a good sign, but he pushed that thought away, before mumbling, "oh God no, not an overdose. It's just..." he paused, biting his lip as he leaned back slighlty, studying the senior with careful blue eyes. He adjusted his glasses, knowing that there would be two ways he'd handled it- A. He'd still treat Simon like a human being, or B. He'd get that pitied look he seemed to get so much. "The summer of my sophomore year I got sick... really, really sick. I had cancer, but I still wanted to go to school, didn't want anyone to know. That was all fine and dandy 'till the chemo started kicking my butt and by the end of the first semester I was lucky to make it to school once or twice a week, and that was me pushing myself. Well, one day my brother decided to have a party and I don't remember much of it, it's all blurry to me but long story short they found me and I wasn't breathing, and that was the last time Mariah saw me. We had seen each other at the party, and I think we got into a fight, but, yeah, turns out I had a really bad infection and it sent me into a coma for two weeks," he gave a small, uncomfortable shrug at that, looking nervous as he searched for Chicagos reaction.
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 16, 2017 22:01:27 GMT -5
"Yeah- yeah, I'm fine now, that was last year, Im fine now, everything's okay, I came out fine, sans one leg but really, I'm okay, I'm a perfectly healthy teen," Simon said, rushing his sentences in attempts to sooth him. He reached forward, grabbing Chicagos head in both of his hands as he attempted to do soZ "It's not a big deal- I just wanted to explain to you why she thought I was dead, that's all," he insisted, eyes wide and ernst. (You good you good, anything we can do to up yo muse?)
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