#grade 10 english sucked i would have done better if i got a better teacher

[b1rdbra1ned]

Trying to mentally prepare for tomorrow but at this point i just want to not be here

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Maeve//i don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you

Request: Could you please do something else with Maeve? Perhaps something where reader works with Maeve on an English project and she's surprised that they have so much in common. She realizes she has feelings for her somehow after that? Sorry that's sort of rubbish, have a swell day/night.

hey! what’s up everybody! i hope everyone is well, and i hope you like this!! title is from ‘the lakes’ by taylor swift! 

- English projects are never fun 

- I mean, who finds constant stress and a deadline that’s always far too close fun?

- Nobody

- That’s who

- Well apart from Mrs Jones

- Your year 9 English teacher who made every minute of her classes a living hell

- And who mysteriously went missing half way through the year after having a screaming match with a fellow English teacher

- When she was supposed to be teaching you Romeo & Juliet. 

- One day she was accusing Miss Newman of being a terrible teacher and purposefully bumping up students grades so she looked better 

- And the next day both her and Miss Newman were gone 

- And you only got a replacement teacher when you moved into year 10

- Right now though 

- Its seems Miss Sands is going through some stuff 

- Because not only did she give you an assignment on Friday with a deadline of Monday 

- She also chose your partners instead of letting you choose your own

- Which is why you’re stood outside of Maeve’s in the pouring rain

- On a frankly miserable Saturday morning 

- It seems the weather knew exactly what sort of weekend you were facing 

- And decided to make it even worse. 

- By the third knock 

- You’re about to give up 

- The curtains are still drawn 

- And you’ve seen more movement in a graveyard 

- Plus

- You kind of already assumed you would be doing the project alone 

- Maeve Wiley was known for being very...

- ...independant 

- And group projects are no different 

- You actually think she may be more independent during group projects

- So as soon as Miss Sands paired you together 

- You knew 

- You were 99% sure that 

- You’d do your thing

- She’d do hers 

- And then five minutes before the presentation 

- You would figure out a way to connect the two.

- Anywayyyy

- While daydreaming about a time when you won’t have any assignments 

- And making awkward, accidental eye contact with Maeve’s neighbours 

- The door in front of you opens 

- Simultaneously giving you a fright and almost knocking you out

- She yawns and scratches the top of her head 

- ‘what are you doing here?’ 

- She sounds both tired and annoyed and you blink at her a few times before answering 

- ‘er - i - the project. for english.’ 

- It takes her a few seconds to process what you’ve said 

- But when she does 

- She looks even more miserable than she did five seconds ago

- And you brace yourself for a long weekend 

- She sighs and rolls her eyes 

- Before slowly opening the door properly and letting you in

- You feel slightly nervous as you walk in 

- But you really have no idea why

- It’s not like she’s a complete stranger 

- But then again 

- She’s not exactly a friend 

- ‘don’t worry, i’ve hidden the drugs. i don’t really like to share anyway.’ 

- ‘what?’ you ask confused and she rolls her eyes again 

- She huffs and crosses her arms before nodding to the slightly messy living room

- ‘i get it. we’re a bunch of benefit fraud chavs that do nothing but drink and smoke all day.’ 

- ‘that’s not what i was thinkin-’ 

- ‘sure it wasn’t.’ she rolls her eyes and you stare down at the floor. ‘i need to get changed so make yourself at home I suppose.’ 

- She walks into what you assume is her bedroom and slams the door behind her 

- Leaving you to stand awkwardly in the middle of the living room

- It’s small and slightly cramped 

- And most people would say that all the stuff makes it look busy 

- But to you 

- It’s wonderful 

- It’s filled with stories and memories 

- Some self explanatory 

- Some slightly more bizarre 

- Like the wonky blue and yellow clay swan living on the coffee table 

- You really want to know the story behind it 

- But decide it might be a little early in your partnership to start asking about her attachment to a half swan, half moth looking ornament

- So instead you pick up a pile of books on the dining table and move them onto the floor 

- You can hear Maeve opening and closing drawers while humming a familiar tune 

- And you feel yourself relax slightly as you place your laptop and books where the books were previously sat 

- Even if it does feel like you’re using all of your braincells to try and figure out where you’ve heard it before 

- ‘wow, do you actually trust me around that?’ 

- ‘what?’ you stop humming and look up at her 

- She looks between you and the laptop, staring at you expectantly 

- ‘oh no. i mean of course i do.’ you blush and she shakes her head before sitting opposite you 

- ‘so what do we know about women in fiction?’ 

- ‘historically they are written as either a femme fatalle type or some sort of innocent angelic being.’ 

- ‘they still are’ 

- ‘true’ you agree and flick through your textbook

- ‘why don’t we write about that then?’ 

- ‘what? how we’re still depressingly far back in the equality movement, despite being told otherwise?’ 

- She stares at you for a few seconds 

- A mixture of shock and surprise 

- Before nodding 

- And smiling 

- An actual genuine smile 

- You didn’t even know she could do that 

- Well you did 

- Of course you did 

- But you just haven’t seen it a lot 

- Usually when you see Maeve 

- She’s either mad, grumpy or very, very, very angry

- But her smiling 

- Puts a smile on your face 

- And this was definitely not where you thought this was going 

- ‘yeah...that’ 

- ‘okay.’ you shrug. ‘you can do classic literature because i know you prefer them and i’ll cover modern works.’

- ‘how do you know i prefer classics?’ 

- ‘the pile of books’ you nod towards the floor and she follows your gaze, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. ‘they’re all ripped and folded. you either love them or really, really hate them’ 

- ‘okay’ she eyes you suspiciously as you focus on your laptop 

- And you can feel your cheeks heat up under her gaze 

- However as quickly as they were there 

- They disappear 

- And the two of you fall into a surprisingly comfortable silence. 

- After about half an hour 

- Maeve stops what she’s doing to stretch 

- ‘is it okay if i play some music?’ 

- ‘sure, it’s your place. do what you want...as long as its not awful’ 

- ‘and what constitutes as awful?’ she asks, a smirk playing on her lips

- ‘well’ 

- And with that one question 

- Your entire day disappears in front of you 

- Laptops and books are closed and long forgotten 

- And instead you talk about music and movies 

- Books and plays 

- Characters that you love and hate 

- And the fact that her favourite character is the one you hate the most 

- She makes you lunch while you debate between movies and books and which adaptations are good

- And which ones should never have been made

- And you clean up and apologise profusely after a stray cushion (possibly thrown by you) ends up knocking the pan over 

- Surprisingly 

- She finds it quite funny 

- And you let out a relieved sigh

- Soon the sun goes down on another day 

- And you’ve barely written two paragraphs done between you

- ‘do you want to stay?’ she asks while your putting your jacket on

- If she’d asked you that this morning 

- You would have thought she had lost it 

- But now it feels almost inevitable 

- And you feel genuinely lucky to be asked 

- Not many people get to know Maeve 

- The real her 

- And that last person she told all of this to broke her heart 

- Very publicly 

- And she told herself she would never let herself be that vulnerable with someone ever again

- But this just feels right 

- For some reason you feel right 

- She feels safe with you 

- And part of her hates herself for it 

- But then again 

- She hates herself for not getting to know you sooner

- She feels far too attached to you 

- And it’s barely been twelve hours 

- You of course agree to stay 

- Shocking yourself and her 

- And while she sorts to sofa out 

- You excuse yourself to the bathroom 

- Under the pretences of telling your parents where you are 

- It takes two seconds to text them 

- And the other 28 to ask yourself 

- What the fuck are you doing? 

- Why are you agreeing to this? 

- Why do you feel like this? 

- What are you feeling?

- Who knows?

- Not you 

- Great 

- Now you’ve been in the bathroom for a suspicious amount of time 

- Just get it together, Y/n

- It’s just a study sleepover 

- Maeve gives you a questioning look as you leave 

- ‘you know how mums are. always worrying about where you are and what you’re doing’ 

- ‘i wouldn’t actually’ she shrugs and your eyes widen 

- ‘oh shit, sorry. i’m so sorry. god, i’m an idiot.’

- ‘it’s fine’ she forces a laugh and you wince. ‘i got you an extra duvet and little women is ready to watch so i can show you that the book is better’ 

- ‘that’s not what i said and you know it’ 

- ‘i’m sorry. i can’t hear you over the sound of me being 100% right and you being 100% wrong.’ 

- ‘you may be good at english, but you suck at maths’ 

- The next day you wake up to the sun shining through the curtains 

- And a clump of Maeve’s hair in your mouth 

- You splutter and cough and wake her up quickly 

- And she jumps away from you and smacks her head of the table 

- The two of you ended up moving the blankets to the floor while watching Pride and Prejudice 

- And neither of you bothered to move back 

- Maeve yawns and scratches her head

- Exposing a small part of her stomach and you feel yourself become a little breathless 

- ‘are you okay?’ 

- ‘ye-yeah’ you nod and she eyes you suspiciously 

- ‘whatever’ she shrugs and starts making breakfast 

- You watch as she pours to bowls of cereal

- Giving you the last of the milk 

- And for a second you’re a little worried as to how she knew you liked it 

- But then you remember that she also likes it and you had a whole discussion about the best and worst types of cereal at 2am 

- And half way through breakfast 

- You remember the original reason you’re here 

- And both of you curse loudly 

- Before rushing to finish eating 

-You get half way through your project 

- When Maeve asks if you want to go out for a bit 

- And well 

- She doesn’t need to ask you twice 

- And by the time you come back 

- The feeling you had last night returns 

- And has settled in your stomach 

- For the foreseeable future it seems 

- It makes you feel both light and heavy at the same time 

- And when you look at her 

- You feel dizzy 

- So you rush to finish the project 

- So you can go home and pretend nothing has changed 

- And yeah 

- With the need to leave 

- You get the rest of the assignment done fairly quickly 

- But you end up leaving feeling more confused about Maeve as you did when you started this 

- Maybe Miss Sands was right about a weekend project 

- Any longer and you would have gone insane trying to figure out whatever the hell this is 

- You just have to get through tomorrow and then you’ll be okay 

- Everything will go back to normal 

- You and Maeve can go back to being neutral to each other

- And you won’t have to deal with all of these confusing feelings that have decided to make an appearance for some reason 

- Wellll

- Turns out Miss Sands was wrong 

- A weekend is not enough time 

- And the first few presentations are awful 

- To put it nicely 

- So you spend the next week in a permanent confused state 

- Confused as to why you start looking for Maeve whenever you enter a room

- Confused as to why your heart skips a beat whenever you hear her laugh 

- Confused as to why you never want her stop talking in class 

- Even if the bell has rung and it’s lunch 

- Confused to why you keep looking for excuses to go over to see her 

- Despite your assignment being long done 

- And even more confused as to why you feel anxious when you’re waiting for her to answer the door

- The next Monday rolls around both painfully slowly and far too quickly 

- And while you wait for Ola and Danny to finish their presentation 

- Your hands shake with anxiety while your grip your papers 

- Maeve reaches over the table and gives them a reassuring squeeze 

- But it just makes them shake more and she slowly pulls back 

- Your turn can’t come quick enough 

- But then it’s over far too quickly 

- And you slump back down in your seat disappointed 

- Despite Miss Sands’ praise 

- Because it’s over 

- You no longer have an excuse to hang out with her 

- You never talked before 

- So why do you care about after 

- But there’s so much about her that you want to know

- Like the weird swan/moth hybrid 

- And the ugly plate that sits on top of the bookshelf 

- You want to be part of these stories 

- You want to be able to point to these things and say

- ‘yeah, i know exactly why that is special to you’ 

- You want to be the reason to add to this random collection of stuff 

- You want her to smile when she looks at them because they’ll remind her of you 

- You want her to smile when she looks at you 

- ‘y/n? are you okay?’ she asks making you jump 

- The classroom is now empty and you didn’t even notice the bell go 

- ‘ye-yeah’ you nod and grab your bag

- ‘are you sure?’ she grabs your arm forcing you turn around 

- ‘whats the weird swan thing on your coffee table?’ you ask and she furrows her eyebrows at you. ‘it’s just i saw it when i first came over and i really want to know the story behind it’ 

- ‘oh. aimee went through a pottery phase last year and that was the only thing she made that didn’t have a hole in it.’

- ‘and the plate?’ 

- ‘birthday present from my neighbours’ 

- ‘they got you a plate?’ 

- ‘yeah, they don’t have any kids’ 

- ‘clearly’ 

- Silence fills the room and you stare at the peeling posters behind her head 

- You can feel Maeve move closer to you and your breath hitches when she stops a few centimetres in front of you 

- She grabs your hand and squeezes it again 

- And your heartbeat increases 

- ‘y/n?’ 

- ‘yeah?’ 

- ‘i’m really, really confused right now. like more confused that i have ever been in my life. but what i do know, is that if i watch you walk out of that door without saying anything first, then i’d regret it for the rest of my life. i’ve only ever felt like this about boys before, but now i feel this and more about you and i have no idea where it’s come from or what i need to do, but i do know i need to tell you. because otherwise, it wouldn’t be fair for either of us’ she whispers and you stare at her wide eyed 

- ‘can i kiss you?’ she asks and you nod your head quickly 

- Slowly she leans in

- Her eye flutter closed and you follow 

- Your lips brush over hers 

- Her hands wrap around you waist to pull you close

- And then your lips connect 

- And you feel everything change 

- She kisses you slowly 

- And when you pull away you both feel breathless 

- Her cheeks are bright red 

- And there’s a shy smile playing on her lips as she looks at you bashfully

- And all of a sudden you feel really grateful for Miss Sands and her personal issues 

- Although you really hope they are resolved now 

- For your sake as well as hers

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[fluffi]

MY DETENTION BUDDY :: JAY

pairing: jay x gn!reader genre: fluff, badboy!jay, highschool!au, friends-enemies-lovers!au word count: 2k event: for @lovesick-net​​ and (early) jay day 200421 <3 author’s note: simple little one-shot for jay’s birthday (i wont be uploading anything for his actual birthday). i had to speedrun this fic because i kept changing the plot and this hasnt been proofread twice (unlike my other fics) T-T i hope it’ll still work out. warnings: (reader makes one bad decision)

Ring...ring...ring...ring..ring…

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring

Ringringringringiringringringring.

RIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRRI-SLAM!

The alarm clock stopped its boisterous wailing

10 more minutes. I don’t have to style my hair today.

Thirty minutes passed.

RIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRI- SLAM!

Ugh. I’ll just miss assembly.

RIRIRIIRRIRIRI-

This time, the ringing stopped before he could slam his hand over the alarm clock.

“Jongseong, do you not have school today?” Jay could only make out a bush of black that stood above him as he sat up, dazed and drowsy.

“Yeah, I do. I’m about to get ready. Why?”

“It’s 9 am! You should be at school! At this point, you don’t even have to go anymore.” His mother huffed in disappointment.

It was an exaggeration, but she had a point. School started at eight in the morning. It was already an hour later but he was still sitting in bed.

“I’ll get ready now. 10 minutes. Good to go.” He shooed his mom away, already running to the bathroom to wash up.

“I’m leaving now Jay. You know darn well that I have an important meeting today and I can’t miss it just for you to not get a tardy. Heck, you’re already late! You’re-”

“Mom! I can’t walk to school! It takes too long.” Jay whined as he brushed his teeth, his muffled voice interrupting his mother’s speech.

“Young man, stop interrupting me. I told you a week ago about today’s event and it’s not my fault that my oldest son can’t take care of himself. You’re going to have to take another mode of transport, you’re old enough to deal with this yourself!” With that, his mother stormed out of his room, her feet obnoxiously thumping on the floor.

“I’m also your only son...” Jay muttered. 

Of all days, why did she have to have her meeting today? Monthly evaluations aren’t that important. Dangit, I should’ve been taught how to drive. Jay returned to his rapid multitasking, grabbing his school uniform while washing his face. He didn’t even look twice,

After taking the quickest shower he had ever taken in his entire life and shoving all of his essential (what he determined as essential, at least) belongings into his bag, he opened to door and dashed outside only to be met with…

Rain.

Rain everywhere. Drenching the front yard’s perfectly tended flower garden and creating heaps of watery mud. It was pouring at 9.15 am. There was thunder and occasional flashes of light zooming through the clouds. The city was in shambles.

Not like, shamble, shambles. It was shambles in Jay’s opinion as he groaned and stomped his way through the rain.

Screw school. Screw this stupid rain, screw my alarm clock, screw this-

“Dude, why are you running in the rain? You’re soaked. Are you heading to school?” A pink-haired boy in a red Ferrari shouted from across the street.

Jay sighed in relief, immediately running across the road to said Ferrari. “Choi Yeonjun. You are a life-saver. Could I get a ride real quick? I’ll pay back for engine fees and for soaking the inside of your Ferrari with rainwater.”

“Hop right in, and don’t worry about returning. Let’s have some fun with this baby.” Yeonjun smirked and revved the engine, swerving past cars and buildings like it was a little RPG game.

At this rate, I’ll make it to school in no time.

“Dude, I’m so sorry. I guess you have to walk.”

Just as he thought things were taking a better turn, Yeonjun decides to show off his new driving skills and zooms through roads at a rapid speed, so fast that he crashed the car by a tree. It was a miracle that both of them didn’t get hurt but as far as Jay was concerned, he could worry about that some other time. This was just slowing him down on his long and tedious journey towards his form of hell.

On the bright side, the rain had stopped and the sunshine was back as if nothing had happened.

“I’ll get going to school.” Jay internally groaned and started sprinting in the direction of his school.

“Hey, at least I helped you get closer to school! Didn’t I?” Yeonjun shouted from behind and coyly smiled.

Such a boastful punk, Jay thought. “Whatever, bro!” He turned back and gave his older friend a quick wave before dashing off.

“Park Jongseong! You’re late...again.”

“I’m aware.” Jay didn’t spare his English teacher an eye and slung his backpack over the chair, about to take a seat.

“Stop giving me attitude, I’m your teacher.Why are you tardy for the fourth time this month?”

“Alarm clock.”

“Alarm clock what? Are you afraid to speak up? I don’t see you acting like this in the hallways.”

Jay looked down at his feet and sighed before side-eyeing his teacher. “Overslept, okay? Sir if you could just let me off the hook you would be able to proceed with your Shakespeare nonsense.”

The entire class snickered. It was no secret that Jay loathed Mr. Jung, the English teacher. Who didn’t? Mr. Jung treated every student in school like they were incapable toddlers and it was a wonder that anyone would dare to stand up to his stupid remarks. Jay’s carefree attitude towards his horrible teachers was one of the reasons why he earned so many fangirls.

Not like you were one, of course. You watched as he pulled his chair out and sat next to you out of the three other vacant seats at the back of the class.

Mr. Jung rolled his eyes and continued writing on the blackboard. “Also, Jongseong,” he added, “you’re wearing your school shirt the wrong way round. See you in detention for your tardiness.”

A few of the girls in a few seats in front of him whispered rapidly, although whispering didn’t stop Jay from finding out about their gossip.

“Lol! So much for being the bad boy of our grade. He looks like a wreck today.”

“I know right? I wonder what the other fangirls will think of this. Should we send the pictures to the fan club?”

The second girl giggled. “Yeah, duh. Name it jay-park-wreck-images.”

So much for my reputation. Jay could only roll his eyes as he pulled out his supplies, ignoring the camera clicks coming from the seats in front of him.

“Oh, yay. At least I’ll have a detention buddy now.”

Jay eyed you up and down like your statement was some sort of monstrosity. “Detention? You, detention? Pfft.” He laughed.

“Yeah, Jay. Me, detention. Why are you so happy about it? Glad to be stuck with another girl?”

“What, no-no. You just...don’t seem like the type to be in detention. How’d you get it?”

“This..may be kind of embarrassing, but...” You turned to the side and Jay gasped.

On the sleeve of your uniform was a...rabbit? It wasn’t too obvious as to what the marker doodle was but it was apparent that you had intentionally spent time to draw on it.

“Look, I was bored in assembly this morning and found a spare marker in my pocket! Don’t judge, we all know how bad assembly can be.” You blurted just as Jay was about to ask why you had done what you did.

“You could’ve just drawn on your hand or done something else with the marker.” Jay sighed and shook his head at your dumb decision.

“I was out of my mind, okay? Ugh, Assembly always drives me nuts. I got called out for for the horrendous ink bleed when Mr. Jung saw as I walked into the classroom. He said it ‘didn’t follow school guidelines’.”

“For once, I agree with Mr. Jung. It was a stupid choice, you know? If you didn’t draw on your uniform then you wouldn’t have to go to detention now.”

“Jay Park, the bad boy of school, is telling me to be a rule abider. Biggest twist of the century.” You rolled your eyes.

Jay frowned and turned back at you, losing that little spark in his eyes that he once kept. “I’m not a bad boy you know? I just don’t like the system in place here.”

“As if anyone is going to believe that. Go hang out with another girl of yours. I’m not here to be your toy.”

“People like you are the reason why everyone thinks I’m a bad person. I thought you were different, you know?”

You had been preoccupied with taking notes for class, but now you looked at him with squinted eyes. “Well, I am different. Different as In someone who doesn’t fall for your useless charms. Go suck up to your fangirls or something.”

Jay rolled his eyes and scooted away from you. He thought he had been lucky to meet you, but he guessed not.

You always do this, you idiot. You were so close to making a new friend.

You put your hands in your head and side-eyed Jay, who seemed to be struggling as Mr. Jung blurted out an entire unit’s summary.

The boy hadn’t brought any stationery and was definitely on the wrong page of the textbook. You figured that he was this disheveled from his absolute lack of planning but you still felt bad.

His hair was a mess, it was still damp from the rain before. If only you could help him style it…

Why do I want to touch his hair? That’s weird and gross.

You were so occupied with thinking about Jay that you realized that he was still struggling in class.

Maybe you could make things better.

“I’m sorry.”

Jay was struggling to find the page you guys were on for class when a pencil blocked his view.

“What do you want?” He said as he tried to look past your pencil swinging.

“It’s a pencil for you since I realized that your table is practically empty and you’re going to need something to take notes with for later. Also, it’s page 153, not 53.” You leaned over to help him flip the pages.

“Oh, that makes so much more sense. I was wondering why we were relearning unit 3 when finals aren’t even near yet.”

You raised your eyebrows, looking up at a relieved Jay. “So you do pay attention in class.”

“Of course I do! I’m a student. You should stop using that stereotype on me.” Jay frowned and a tinge of disappointment shadowed his face.

“Right, I know. I’m sorry. I’m trying to work on it, it’s rumors and assumptions that have built up over the past few years and I understand that it shouldn’t get in the way of our friendship.”

“Friendship? We have a friendship?” Jay chuckled and cocked an eyebrow up, teasing you.

Maybe it was that eyebrow slit or the weird tension that was building up between the both of you. You felt your face heat up. “I mean- yeah, friendship. Are we not friends?”

“I don’t know, hun. I thought we were something more.”

“Um...best...friends?”

It was perfect timing as the bell rang and you immediately started packing things into your bag, eyes glued to the clock instead of the amused boy next to you.

Jay laughed, running his hands through his blonde locks and watching as you started running out of class, your eyes occasionally looking back at him to see if he was still staring at you.

“See you in detention!” He called, drawing the attention of your classmates.

Jay Park needs to learn how to shut his mouth. Everyone was now staring at you and you were flustered, embarrassed, shocked, and confused. The weird mix of emotions were driving you nuts. All you could muster was a little nod and you dashed out of there as fast as you could.

“Today we’re going to learn about Murphy’s Law. It is where anything that can go wrong will go wrong.”

“But everything that can work, will work.” Jay raised his hand and added, sparing a glance at you jotting notes in the back of the classroom, oblivious to his reference towards you.

“You’re right Jay. Murphy’s Law works both ways. Reversing it is considered part of science…”

Today morning was a storm (figuratively and literally) and everything seemed to be going wrong for Jay. Murphy’s Law prevails. but there’s always a rainbow after the storm. You were his rainbow and his lucky charm.

2021 © fluffi

[risquefanfics457]

Hi. This might be hard to do but how would each main character in jojo (it could be only the Jojo’s or u can add jobros as well) deal with parent teacher conferences? Like old Joseph and Josuke or Holly and Jotaro, etc

I’m just going to do the first six! Thanks!

Jonathan:

Got in trouble, he got in a fight with Dio over a football that he yanked out of Jonathan’s hands. Jonathan went to hit him and when Dio dodged it he hit another boy younger than him.

George is not happy. He’ll come down to the school, have a chat with the principal and when he gets back home, Jonathan had better expect a good corporal punishment. Spanking was the way to go back then.

From then on, Jonathan learned to control his feelings about Dio and tried to befriend him instead, and perhaps one day he’d get retribution for all the things Dio had done to him. 

George II:

George was actually a really good well-disciplined child. Erina could not speak to teachers and principles as a woman so Speedwagon would go as George’s guardian. 

Nothing crazy, just good grades and a few after school clubs he would join were the highlights of his education.

Erina was always very proud of him. He was very smart and clever.

Joseph:

Who would have guessed that Speedwagon would be doing this again? Not him. He isn’t the happiest about it either. Joseph was always getting into trouble at school and pranking his friends and the teacher, he got bored a lot. 

Just like his father, he was incredibly intelligent but sitting at a desk for hours listening to some old guy drone on about algebra wasn’t the way he wanted to spend his time. 

He spent many hours staring out windows. Erina and Speedwagon were concerned for a long time, but he stayed enthusiastic about other things.

Joseph at the time would draw planes in the corners of his paper, he’d get in trouble for it but he’d always dreamed of being a pilot like his dad. He wasn’t going to let a smack on the wrist get him down.

He’d also get into school fights, much unlike his father. 

Holly:

Both her parents would come to meetings. Around this time, women’s rights were just starting to kick off, and Joseph refused to have a meeting with Holly’s principal unless Suzie was also allowed to be there. She had as much right to be there as he did.

And by, god, if they didn’t let her study at school because Holly was a girl, he’d wring their necks.

But Holly was a great student. She was really great socially and was emotionally entuned with the people around her, but her academic skills we below average.

She was much better at reading people than, reading equations.

Joseph often brags about how smart and talented his daughter is.

Jotaro:

As a young boy, nobody really notices any issues with Jotaro, he grew up in Japan and was Japanese and had great grades. But as he hit second grade and so on, kids started bullying him because he wasn’t entirely Japanese, he was also English. They often called him a Gaijin, “Outsider or Alien”

Holly wasn’t ever alerted of this behaviour. Jotaro’s grades slipped and he got into fights and his mother had to pick him up from school from several suspensions

School got a lot worse. he got more violent. Some girls said he was a bad boy, but he was honestly just trying to get through school and not be the centre of attention for a while.

Josuke:

So the principal wants to speak with Josuke’s father about how beating kids after they told him his hair was stupid. (It’s not. Josuke please don’t come after me. I love your hair.) 

Tomoko comes to the school and tells the principal that maybe if they had more control over their children under their supervision then, maybe it wouldn’t have happened. It’s not the first or last time it’s happened, but when Josuke gets home he gets put in the time-out corner for at least an hour. No video games for a week, and if he talks back, two weeks. Adding up from there.

Just don’t start a fight with him.

Other than that he’s pretty decent at his other classes, except English. He sucks at it. So sometimes Tomoko gets called to talk about that, but she couldn’t care less, she just assumes that they aren’t teaching it right.

Giorno:

School was okay for him, he felt like it was a safe place for him. No problems. Good grades, but every day he had to walk home alone from school, even as a 5-year-old. Rain, snow or shine, it was a 45-minute walk back to this mom’s and stepdad’s apartment. 

It’s actually pretty sad. Once his gangster friend he saved got him a ride to take him home in under 10 minutes.

His parents wouldn’t have even known about a meeting, much less cared

Jolyne: 

At first, Jolyne really liked school, she met new people and learn and had above average grades, but slowly over time she because uninterested. The less she saw her father the more interested she was in getting him to notice her.

Her mom was really upset and wanted the best for her, but Jolyne had a clear goal, and she didn’t care enough about school to care about her grades

After she met Romeo, her grades went up, and she started doing well again, to her mother’s relief, that was until she was convicted with manslaughter. 

[combat-wombatus]

uHm if you do these and if you want to do it I’d love a bnha matchup <3?

• my name is Aubri, I’m bi but prefer MHA boys tbh. I go by she/her, too.

• I’m a very Gryffindor person. (Sorry if you don’t know Harry Potter - 😖)

• I’m a June cancer, and I have ADHD and anxiety. My anxiety can be literally crippling somedays, but it’s gotten better overtime.

• I’m a bit of a class clown and usually just a clown 🤡 but that’s irrelevant. My teachers all hate me but like school-wise I do well so we have a love and mostly hate relationship 🤧

• I’m usually the ‘entertaining’ friend, in elementary the popular kids would invite me to play games with them because, “you’re funny” and it was like the biggest achievement ever 😭👍🏻 then they’d ignore me but that’s another therapy session

• I’m usually made fun of by people for being ‘weird’ and ‘insane’. Like all through elementary everyone thought I’d be a criminal when I grew up JUST BECAUSE I HAD UNDIAGNOSED ADHD - I hate it here 😐🦶🏻

• I’ve always been super into crime stories/true crime (where my anxiety comes from, I’m always worried about a pesky serial killer just killing me. It’s usually being kidnapped tho lmao) so I knew and still know like all these murder facts and sometimes I’d just randomly be like;

“Hey did you know it takes 12 hours and 2 days to dissolve a body in acid?”

or

“If you bury a dead deer over a dead body you buried deep in the ground, when police dogs sniff it and people dig they’ll just think it was the deer and won’t dig any farther.”

• So maybe people had a reason to be scared of me and think I’ll be a criminal someday, i dunno.

• I love love love reading and writing, and also debating. The things I’ve wanted to be when I grow up are basically: Dog shelter worker, actress, FBI agent, politician, and a writer. But usually I just want to do something that makes a positive impact on people. Like i wanted to be an FBI agent to solve crimes for people. I wanted to be a politican so I could actually help a lot of people. The entertainment industry also seemed like a way to make people happy. Idk, but then I decided I couldn’t be a politican at 10 because they were all corrupt and to be one I would have to be too. 😫🤌🏻 we love some good childhood angst

• the only subjects I’ve ever excelled at are ELA and Social Studies aka History, and Math I can’t do to save my life. ELA comes easy for me and I usually don’t have to work that hard and/or get too stressed over it. But I always get the meanest teachers for some reason. For example, one time I did my final essay for like 30% of my grade in 30 minutes the day it was due and I got an A+ 🦟🦗🦟🦗

• Uhhh id describe myself as a pretty loyal friend, I’m a ride or die type of girl. A story from my childhood that summarizes it pretty well is when I was in 2nd grade my friend wet her pants and she didn’t want to go to the nurse for it alone so I peed my pants so I could go with her and she wouldn’t have to be alone. Like, you know, a professional problem solver

• and I have genuinely attacked people for fucking with my friends but don’t snitch pls 🕳🏃‍♀️💨

• But also just anyone, people at my school tend to come to me with their problems for me to either help solve them by reasoning, or just to confront the other person like the bad bleep I am 😈😈

• I also have a huge daydreaming problem, it’s literally maladaptive daydreaming. So paired with my ADHD I don’t get shit done like ever.

• I have really high empathy levels I guess, like I always say hi to everyone I see on the street, especially if they look sad 😔 I’ve done it ever since I was a little kiddo.

• My fashion sense is very much a preppy/alt style. I wear those ripped tights and fishnets, I also have the MOST BIZARRE JEWELRY- like who allowed me to buy the gummy worm glittery earrings, hmmm???????? and those Mary Janes???????

• But I love crew necks and pleated skirts so I always obide by the National “hoes dont get cold” policy 🇺🇸😫🦅

• I wanna move somewhere someday, I don’t want to stay in America for very long

• I can speak Latin, French, and my native language which is English.

• My music taste varies, but my all-time favorite artists who all of their music they’ve ever put out has been my favorites are, Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, and Conan Gray.

• I no-joke have a sign in my front yard that says;

In ✍️ this ✍️ house we ✍️ don’t ✍️ worship Jesus ✍️ but instead ✍️ Melanie ✍️ Martinez

• My favorite shows are MHA (duh), The Promised Neverland, and Malcolm in The Middle.

• and I’m not going to tell you what I prefer in a partner, because that ruins the fun 😤

• but I will say I cannot be friends with someone who doesn’t really make me laugh. Like I’m used to doing most of the talking in convos but if you’re just boring I’m sorry it’s nothing personal but no thanks 😐✌🏻

• About my physical appearance, I have fluffy n curly brown hair, but when it’s in the sunlight it looks sort of brown but golden yk?? It’s shoulder length :) I have bleach blonde streaks in the front. I like wearing eyeliner most days, too. I’m pretty average size/ on the skinnier side. Kinda high key inscure abt my body bc I got flat shamed in elementary EVEN THOUGH I HAVE TIDDIES NOW- whatever 😤🙄. I also have crystal type blue eyes, and I do have fairly big eyes. But, like, not weirdly big. A good big. My cheekbones are ALWAYS PRESENT so sometimes I get called a Tim Burton character but it’s cool ig ☠️☠️ oh and I’m kinda short. I’m 5’3, even though my doctor said I’d be 5’7. I feel like I was either tricked by the doctor or someone just stole my destined height while I was asleep. It’s probably cause I didn’t keep an eye out for Selener 👁 😔😔

• I’m a definite night owl, like all of my energy comes at night which really sucks cuz I can’t do much since everyone else is asleep.

• My love language is touch starved so I’ve never figured it out ✌🏻😗🔫

• but I am an attention whore so idk 😏

• I’m a huge introvert with social anxiety. It isn’t as bad as it used to be cuz I used to not be able to like go to restaurants but now I’m much better.

• I’m a huge history person, mostly like sad history LMFAO. Uh but a lot of my hyperfixations have been on history. Some examples are The Roman Empire, Julius Caesar himself, Anne Frank, The Titanic, the Black Plauge, Helen Keller, Marie Curie, Slavery in the US, Joan of Arc, and just a lot more. I always love talking about these things if someone would let me ramble to them but no one ever does 😖 it also got to a point where for all these subjects I’d go to the library and try to find a book on them but usually I’d either have already read it or I’d read it and know all the information.

• I’m super into Greek Mythology, I have 7 books filled with the stories, I’m going to Greece maybe this summer to see it’s history, and named my hamster Aphrodite but we call her Aphie. I also will talk about this forever and ever if you let me.

• My favorite color is yellow, my favorite food is literally nothing I never have an appetite, my favorite planet is Saturn, favorite song is Tag Your It by Melanie Martinez atm but it changes like everyday.

• Music is a huge safe-space for me if I’m feeling down or having a panic attack. It calms me down n is overall my coping mechanism 💃🏻💃🏻

• Biggest fear is spiders, even looking at one gives me a panic attack and I cannot sleep at all for that night, adding to my insomniac ass 🧎🏻‍♂️🏌️‍♀️

• I’m mature for my age, I don’t exactly like hanging around kids my age and I get along better with older crowds.

• i don’t like conventional dates, (I PROMISE IM NOT TRYING TO SOUND ‘QUIRKY’ AHAHA) I kind of like having a best-friend type partner more so dates that aren’t as romantic as like the movies or a fancy restaurant suite me better. My dream date is playing Monopoly on my bedroom floor 🦧

• Also I hate getting gifts. End of story. If someone gets me a gift like awe that’s nice but never again, I’d prefer to get you one. Especially in a romantic partner 😐 i keep a journal of my friends’ interests and hobbies so I can get them the perfect gifts for their bdays and Christmas’s. Been doing this ever since 4th grade.

• Though I don’t have much actual experience with relationships🧍🏻‍♀️

• I’m a huge believer in ‘family isn’t blood, it’s who you make it’ because I have a pretty shitty family life and my childhood has been trash. My friends are my family to me.

• Also if my friends don’t like my romantic partner ✨ GOODBYE ✨. Sorry girlie, bros before hoes 🦨💨

I was going to put more but I’m so so sorry for how LONG AND COMPLICATED THIS IS- idk if this is a autobiography or a matchup at this point 🤦‍♀️ don’t feel pressured to do this and if matchups aren’t open IM SO SO SORRY LMAO uh yeah ilysm 🦎🎂🧃

OMG ASLDFKJHASLKDJH

🥺 i’m so sorry bby but matchups are closed ;-; my 100 follower event was over while ago (i guess i should’ve specified that in the asks i answered LKSAJHFLKJAHDS SORRY IT’S MY BAD) but you sound so cool?? i had a lot of the same hyperfixations interests (heLLO helen keller was badass AF and the roman empire was messed up but still v cool, anne frank was awesome too) i also may or may not have wanted to be a politician when i was younger alskdjfhalkdhj but now i’m just 🧍🏻‍♀️ lost and anyways you’re amazing >.< love u lots and don’t forget to drink water and eat a lil something hehe :p 

[patchofsunlight]

(This one is so long I’m sorry lmao)

Aw thank you 🥺 I’m taking a break right now since everything that’s due today is finally done! I’ll work on stuff later but I think I’m gonna like eat and chill for a bit for once lmao

Haha my group members for an assingment in the class are ready to throw hands at her too 😂 it’s all good though! Next week I can focus on my other class that gives out wayy less assignments.

Aw I’m sorry to hear you’re feeling down ❤️❤️ sending love your way!! Omg that’s so many exams for one week! You’ll probably be done by the time I’m responding but good luck and I know you’ll do great!! Take a break afterwards and do something fun!!

Lmaoo I thought he was gonna annoy me and idk maybe he will, but as of right now he’s adorable 🥺 I’m gonna watch another ep today hopefully!!

Exactly!! Especially when we’re applying for schools like we need good marks to get into the schools we want!! My exam taking abilities are horrible 😂 like I’ll study days in advance but then I go into the exam and I’m a nervous wreck. And most of the time I’ve prepared properly it’s just the sitting and taking the exam part that messes with my head.

OMGG YESS COME SEE ME!! I live in Canada!! OMG yess come to a college here!! Tbh idk anything abt the sat but congrats on getting a great mark!! I used to go to the US to visit family, but I would be soo scared of like something bad happening lmaoo. Ouu communications or law sounds really interesting!! Let me know how everything goes regarding school!

Lmaoo okok here’s what happened. It was an absolute travesty 😂 so from grade 9 until grade 11 we have to take science. But I’m not good at science. Science and math are my worst classes I do wayy better in like English and art and stuff. So anyways I had been doing really bad on the tests and like I understood the lessons but it was the application part that was soo hard for me. So I was sitting at like an 80 in the class before the exam and I knew I wasn’t gonna be able to bring it up to a 90 so I just accepted it and was gonna just try to do really good on the exam. So the day before the exam I asked my teacher a few questions for clarification and one of them was asking abt what an atom was. (Yes dumbass grade 9 me didn’t know what an atom was but now I do. I did way better in grade 10 science cause it started making sense and I haven’t taken it since lmfao) so he explains it then says “do you understand?” And I looked at him and was like”...no?” and he had the audacity to say “well then idk how to explain it to you” 💀 I was flabbergasted. So I go home, study my butt off, and go to the exam the next day. Tell me why none of the stuff on the exam study sheet he gave us was on the exam 🥺 anywho so I’m sitting in the gym doing the exam on the brink of tears cause I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing lmao and then I hand the exam in. A week passes and I go in with my friends to get our marks. We go to the science room and he gives us our marks and I see mine. 53% 💀 3% over the failing grade. And here’s the kicker. He had to take a question off of the exam since nobody got it right or even knew how to do it 😂 So technically I would’ve failed the exam and had to go into school and do work to make it up. So anywho I was bummed abt that, then he shows us our overall mark and my glorious 80 dropped down to a 71. And then I cried lmao cause I was like how did it drop that much? Apparently our marks can’t drop that much and someone else did the same on their exam as me and only got like 5 marks taken off of their overall mark soo.. But yeah that’s it :)

Haha thank you! Watch me abandon doing yoga after a week.. oops 😗

Aw I love you too!! No worries!! I wanna make you feel better even if it’s a little bit!❤️ how was your day and how are you feeling?? -🌙

(dont worry i love your asks sorry for taking so long to answer)

YES TAKE BREAKS YES

and 🥰🥰🥰 thanks moonie i love you you’re too nice to me

TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF IT IF YOU DID WATCH IT!!!! and yes deku is BABY

both grades and exams suck and mean nothing and i’ll DIE by this

YOU LIVE IN CANADA??? THAT’S SO FUN!!! YES I’LL GO VISIT YOU LMAOOOO and yeah i’ll let you know!!!!!

BRO WHAAAAT??? that’s NINE marks that’s SO MUCH that’s so unfair wtf??? also that teacher sounds like an ASSHOLE how did an entire class couldn’t get a question right he must be SUCH a dumbass let me throw hands for a sec!!!! anyway you did NOT deserve that i’m glad you see it as funny now lmaooo i would’ve been SO PISSED watch me go talk to the school board so they can change my grade 😤😤😤 LMAOOO

gmeidowkskw MOOD!!!! i was doing this exercise plan thingy and i did it for like 9 days before forgetting about it for MONTHS it do be like that

🥰🥰🥰 you definitely did!!! and my day today has been alright!!! i played among us with wave and i was organizing a bunch of stuff for my blog and i’ll try to write as much as i can today!!! i’ll also be posting an allergies chapter soon 👀👀 i’m just happy bc i have nothing set to do and the ✨freedom✨ is giving me serotonin LMAOOO so yeah i’m okay!! also it’s warm and i love warm weather so 🥰🥰 it’s kinda too warm tho it’s almost 40°C which is MFKWOXKWKS A WHOLE LOT AM I WRITE BUT IT’S FINE

what about you??? how has your day been?? are you alright??

[itrytowrite-things]

Welcome to Buzzfeed high

Summary: Reader works at Buzzfeed and is filming ‘Following a High School Schedule for 24 Hours’ video with Jazzmyne and Lindsay. Can shane and Y/N keep it professional when Shane is suppose to be her teacher? This fic is based off of this video. 

A/N: Hey guys, so how this is going to work is normal text is the actual scene and bold represents the interview scenes. I couldn’t think of a better way to distinguish between the two if you guys have any ideas please let me know. Sidenote: thanks to @fuckhead-writer for helping me edit this fic 

The small board room erupted with laughter, everyone staring down at the “school” schedule that had just been handed out. Y/N shook her head at the silly thing, already knowing that she would hate almost every second of the day tomorrow.

“Okay here is how the day is going to go,” Allsup said breaking the laughter from the head of the table. He goes into the spiel about how Buzzfeed will be running the video. The three women were prompted to vlog during any moments of the day when a camera was not set up for them. Allsup then started listing how the classes where going to be run. 

“So your going to my teacher huh?” Y/N leaned over whispering into Shane’s ear, bored of Allsup’s rant. Shane tipped back in his chair, smirking slightly. They both found the newest project extremely funny. The list of teacher/student taboo jokes would write themselves tomorrow; making the episode better.

“Okay Shane,” all the attention was turned towards the lanky man as Allsup addressed him directly. “Do you have a lesson plan for tomorrow?” The question hung in the air before Shane cracked a joke. 

“Oh yes! These women better be ready for the rigorous lesson I have planned, really going to make them work.” The group laughed at the comment before Allsup moved on to the next “teacher” asking about their lesson plans. That’s how it went the employees telling their boss that they did have a lesson plan that they were excited for, until it was Janna turns to talk about her lesson. She stood up passing out a paper to the three women that would be portraying the students. 

“I actually have a homework assignment for my students, they will be responsible for reading Act 1 scene 2 of Romeo and Juliet and writing an analysis paper on it.” Y/N’s heart started to beat a little faster. She had been great at English back in high school, but she hadn’t written a paper in ten years. Not to mention her hatred for anything Shakespeare. 

Y/N glanced down at the paper, taking in all the details of the assignment. Settling back down, she noticed the paper only had to be one page; double spaced. How hard could that be? After all the details were written up, the meeting was adjourned with the reminder that the school bus would be picking them up outside of Jazz’s house at 6:50 am. 

Y/N sat in between Jazzmyne and Lindsay, light shining down on the three of them. They were filming the intro before leaving to officially start the challenge with their homework tonight.

“Hi I’m Jazzmyne.” The woman to Y/N’s left introduced herself. 

“I’m Y/N.”

“And I am Lindsay.”

“And we are following a highschool schedule for 24 hours.” The three said at the same time, slightly out of unison. Y/N flashed the schedule to the camera giving a glimpse of what the viewers had to look forward to. 

“We have a set of rules, you disobey the rules you get a strike. Three strikes you get sent to detention.” Jazz explained. 

“The rules are simple: no skipping class, no foul language, no phones out in class without permission, no bad behavior, hall passes are required, follow the dress code, and lastly do not be tardy.” Lindsay said reading from the list they were given. 

“So what I am hearing is, all of us are going to end up in detention by the end of the day?” Y/N joked laughing. The other women soon joined in. Jazzymne stated what rules she would have a problem with before announcing their homework assignment.

“We have to write an essay on Romeo and Juliet. It has to be a page analyzing act 1 scene 2.”

“It’s double spaced right?” Lindsay asked, giving a worried face to the camera. 

“My significant other, K8, is a 9th grade english teacher who teaches Romeo and Juliet.” Jazz mentioned, leaving both of the other women mouth’s in a pout. 

“Well, that’s just not fair.” Y/N stated.  

Y/N sat on the floor with her legs crossed, knees pressed up against the coffee table. Her laptop sat open to an empty word doc, the paper describing her assignment sat next to it. She quickly pulled out the small black camera Buzzfeed had supplied her for vlogging. 

“Okay guys so It’s 9 o’clock at night. I have read the act, understood almost nothing, and now I am going to attempt to write my paper.” The woman talked to the camera before switching it around showing her blank doc. “Shane refuses to help me.” Y/N turned the device again showing her boyfriend slumped on the couch above her, typing on his phone.

“Sorry, have to do it on your own.” He says unapologetically, shrugging his shoulders dramatically for the camera. She shut the viewfinder and placed the camera on the table. Y/N scanned over the requirements of the assignment once again before typing in the doc.

So wrapped up in her work, Y/N didn’t even notice Shane slide off the couch onto the floor. Him reading over her shoulder. He placed a quick kiss to her arm startling her out of her work flow.

“It’s good sweetheart, really good.” Shane wraps his extremely long arms around the small woman, smiling as she continues typing.

“Thanks bub.” She said taking her left hand off of the keys, and nessiling it in his floppy brown hair. He smiled happily pushing his head into her hand. Kissing at her neck, a laugh escaped her diaphragm. 

“Shane. Stop. Have to. Finish my paper.” She let out in between giggles. 

“Mmh or you could blow it off like a real high school student.” He suggests looking down at the clock on her laptop. It flashed 10:39 in the lower right hand corner. Y/N turned her head, looking into his golden brown eyes. The puppy dog look that was displayed on them melted her heart. Causing a smile to appear on her face, she pressed her lips against Shane’s for a short kiss. She was reluctant to pull away. 

“I am almost done babe, go play some video games or something. I promise ten more minutes and I will be finished.” Shane let out a pout, kissing her again before standing up. His long legs unfolded as he stands, them cracking slightly, producing another laugh from Y/N. 

She was a woman of her word. Less than ten minutes later, she closed her laptop, happy with her paper. Y/N looked up at Shane, he had changed into a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a white tee. He looked comfortable. his thumbs lazily moving across the Xbox controller. She stood in front of him, smiling down at him. Shane raised his head to peer up at her, pausing his game. She crawled into his lap, watching as he returned her smile with one equally as kind. 

“So Mr. Madej, what will you be teaching me in class tomorrow?” She asked in a teasing tone, hands wrapped around his neck. He placed a hand on her back, the other to her hip as his thumb rubbed her hipbone like the controller, lazy and soft.

“Mmh can’t tell you that princess, now can I? That’s just not fair to my other students.” His voice was a soft whisper as he spoke. She stuck her tongue out at him, giving him a kiss before laying her head in the crock of his neck, feeling suddenly tired in his warm embrace.   

 “Well let’s get you to bed little lady. Big day tomorrow, first day of school.” Shane stood up, as Y/N clung to his body sleepily. Legs wrapping around his slender waist as he carried her to bed. 

Her arm shot out immediatly, shutting off the stupid alarm. One of the perks of working at Buzzfeed, is they normally have pretty slack business hours. Which meant the women normally strolled in at 10, but not today. Her alarm was set for 5:50 last night and it did not disappoint, going off at 5:50 am on the dot. Y/N  tugged on the string of her lamp. Rolling over, she was met with Shane’s bareback. She moved closer to him, craving his warmth. As soon as her body was press against his, Shane was turning around. 

“Got to get up sweetheart, suppose to be vlogging.” Sitting up, he kissed her on the forehead before getting out of bed and walking into the master bathroom they share. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. 

The vlog camera was held above her as she laid back down into the bed, head resting on her pillow. 

“It’s currently 5:58,” she said and held up her phone showing the time “This freaking sucks, I don’t want to get out of bed.” She snuggled closer into her pillow before switching the camera off and getting out of bed.  

“It was the worst part.” Y/N claimed, pouting at the camera. Jazz and Lindsay nodded in agreement 

“Like I remember pulling all nighters or staying up until 4 am doing school work in highschool and waking up at 6. I have no idea how I did that, I only stayed up until like 11:30 the night before and it took everything out of me to get out of bed in the morning.” Y/N explained herself. 

“Exactly! Damn teenageers are ruthless.” Jazzmyne added. 

“Yeah, I certainly don’t miss that part of school.” Lindsay said making the final statement. 

It wasn’t until 6:48 when Y/N pulled out the camera again. She was in her car outside of Jazzmyne’s house. She huffed lightly, straightening out her baby blue jean jacket. It was over a black band tee paired with black ripped jeans. She decided to dress like she did in highschool going back to her edgy roots. 

“So It’s 6:48. The bus gets here at 6:50 and I am just now arriving at Jazz’s house, so that’s my morning. Oh there’s Lindsay. Glad we all don’t have our shit together.” She turned the camera showing Lindsay pointing her camera at Y/N. They both gave an unenthusiastic wave to the other person’s camera. Before stepping out of her car, Y/N turned her camera off shuffling over towards Lindsay to get in the frame of her camera. 

“So running late as well?” Lindsay poses the question with a laugh, Y/N just nodded her head laughing as well. 

“If we are running behind, I can’t imagine what Jazz is like.” Y/N said adding fuel to their laughter. 

“The bus was suppose to leave at 6:51. I didn’t walk out of my house until 6:53.” Jazz rolled her head with statement, her black frame sunglasses sliding down her face. 

“Thankfully the bus was still there. Normally that would not happen.” Lindsey butted in.  

“Actually I made really good friends with my bus drivers, they would have waited for me.” The woman on the left clapped back.  

“Of course you did. I can see it now, ‘Oh Jazzmyne, I love her let me just give a little honk’.” Y/N pushed her palm against the air to stimulate a horn. The three women busted out laughing knowing that’s exactly what happened. 

Allsup was standing outside of the office in a suit, his hands held behind his back looking strikingly like a real principal. Y/N so desperately want to laugh at the man pacing in front of the door. The three women dropped their heads as they passed him on their way into the building, each mumbling their own version of ‘Hello Principal Allsup’.

Buzzfeed had went all out for this video, even going as far as making a little hallway lined with lockers with posters hanging around them promoting fake clubs and plays. Each woman chose a locker and placed their gym clothes in it along with anything extra they didn’t need. The women stared at each other after they closed their lockers.

“Okay well I have to go do morning announcements.” The blonde said sipping what Y/N assumed was water through a pink straw. 

“Okay, see you in first hour.” Jazz said throwing her backpack over her shoulder and heading towards stage 8 for their first class of the day. Y/N gave a small wave to Lindsay before following behind Jazz. 

“Our schedule starts with history with Mr. Madej.” Lindsay points out while waving the schedule back and forth in front of the camera. She turned to wiggle her eyebrows at Y/N. Y/N felt a small blush heat up her face. 

“We know that will be your favorite class.” Jazz said and bumped shoulders with the woman teasingly. 

“What can I say, I like history.” She retaliated, shrugging her shoulders. 

First hour was with Shane, and Y/N couldn’t help but be excited to see him. They typically get to commute to work together. She missed that time they normally got to share together, so she was eager to see him.

“This is so cute.” Jazz said gesturing to the tiny classroom that Buzzfeed had set up in stage 8. It truly was cute, a little chalkboard was set up in front of the room, a world map drawn on it in chalk. There was a table with three red chairs in front of the board. A small circular table sat next to the board, a water bottle and book placed on it. Then there was Shane. He leaned over the tiny table reading the book. 

That’s what Y/N eyes trained on, she couldn’t focus on anything else. Shane was dressed professionally, wearing a white and navy blue striped button down paired with a red tie. It made his torso look long and lean. His lengthy legs were covered by black skinny jeans held up by a brown belt. He looked so handsome. Her eyes couldn’t focus on anything else, her mouth felt dry looking at him. 

“Good morning.” Shane Mr. Madej said as the two women entered the room. He nodded softly, watching as they took their seats next to each other. Jazz sat in the middle seat as Y/N took the one closest to the wall. 

“You look spiffy.” Jazz said from her seat.

“Oh thank you.” Shane replied looking down at his outfit, tugging at his tie. Y/N nodded her head in agreement. Words not really working out for her at the moment. They sat in silence for a moment before the speaker crackled from somewhere in the room. Allsup’s voice filled the room. 

“Goodmorning Buzzfeed High! Hope you all have a fun day, but remember to have fun, you have to follow the rules.” Shane pointed up in the air at the word ‘follow’ and back to the two women at the word ‘rules’. Y/N and Jazz laughed pointing a finger back at him. There was silence as the mic was passed to Lindsay. 

“Please stand for the pledge of Allegiance.” Her voice boomed. 

“Here we go I was waiting for that.” Shane smiled pointing towards the small American flag that he had taped up on a bookshelf. Y/N smiled at his pride for the tiny flag. The announcements carried on with Lindsay stumbling through the lunch menu. 

“What the hell? These announcements suck.” Jazz laughed. The mic was passed back to principle Allsup. 

“Let’s go corgi’s, go get them, woof woof!” And that was the end of morning announcements. 

Lindsay soon joined the other two women in history, taking her seat next to Jazz. She placed her bag on the floor getting comfortable for the lesson. 

“How’s everyone doing this morning?” Mr.Madej asked clapping his large hands together. 

“Well you know, it’s early.” Jazzmyne mumbled back at him. 

“I am gonna see if I can switch this board around.” He pushed the board forward trying to flip it to the other side. He unfortunately didn’t pull it forward enough, causing it to smack against the wall. The sound echoed throughout the room. She tried to hold it in, she really did, but Y/N couldn’t fight back the bubbling laughter that flowed out of her. Shane’s head snapped back to the woman, a smirk plastered on his face. 

“You think that’s funny Miss.Y/L/N?” 

“Yes.” She gasped, barely getting it out among the fits of laughter. Shane stared her down, trying to be serious but he couldn’t help but laugh back. Everything about Y/N was contagious, so it wasn’t a surprise when only laughter filled the room. 

“Mr. Madej was a cool teacher.” Jazz stated, Lindsay nodding her head in agreement. 

“It was a nice way to start off the day.” The blonde said. 

“He was hot.” Y/N said dryly, like him being hot was a fact not a statement. The other woman burst out laughing. 

“He just had a great way of connecting with us, having fun.” Lindsay added trying to get the conversation back on topic, but failed as the next thing out of Y/N mouth was:

“I really wish I could have connected with him a little more if you know what I mean” She gave a wink to the camera and a smirk to go along with it. 

Y/N blanked out as Shane started his lesson. Her focus was on the way Shane moved around the chalkboard, scribbling his messy handwriting in orange chalk. She watched his lips move, he was talking about something history related she was sure of that, but she didn’t exactly know what. 

“Miss. Y/L/N are you okay?” His voice snapped her out of her trance. 

“Yes sorry just a bit distracted.” 

“And what is distracting you?”

“You are, with those tight jeans and perfect lips.” She teased back at him, Lindsay snickered at the comment.

“That’s highly inappropriate Miss. Y/L/N.”

“I believe that falls under bad behavior Mr. Madej.” Jazz points out smirking at Y/N. Her eyes widening back at the short haired woman. 

“I am afraid I have to agree, sorry that’s a strike.” Y/N’s face was priceless as her mouth hung open, her eyes so wide they might explode out from her. 

Jazz tried to talk, but the laughter was too much. She and Lindsay both hunched over with their laughter. Y/N on the other hand, sat in the middle, fake fuming for the sake of good entertainment. 

“Okay sorry,” Jazzmyne said finally calming herself down “So Y/N got a strike for flirting with a teacher.” 

“I really thought it would be Jazz to get a strike for being inappropriate, but here comes Y/N talking about Mr. Madej’s tight jeans and perfect lips.” Both women laughed at the reintroduction of Y/N words. 

“He really should have been filtered.” She crossed her arms over her chest a pout coming out on her lips. 

“But the best part was a second later she got another strike because she flicked him off when she thought he wasn’t looking.” The women were almost on the floor at that point. 

The bell rang dismissing the women to the next class which was Englsih with Ms.Macatangay. The women underestimated the time they had to get to this class, causing them to have to run up the stairs nearly dying on the way. They luckily made it just in the nick of time. They were forced to read their homework assignments in class, which made Y/N feel like she was actually back in highschool, anxiety racing through her. However, she recited it without a hitch.

Before the women knew it, it was time for P.E. They had survived physics and Spanish and they were on their way to grab their gym clothes out of their lockers. Buzzfeed had made cute little gym shirt they were black and read “Buzzfeed 2019 highschool athletic department” in white. The women were also granted other classmates in this class. Of course among those classmates was the famous Ryan Bergara. Through the two years of dating Shane, Y/N and Ryan had became somewhat close. Bonding over their shared love for the tall boy like man. So it was natural when he dropped down next to her on the floor.

“Ten minutes into P.E and Jazz gets called out for talking.” Lindsay says. 

“All I said was she was thick.” She defended herself. 

“Which I think is unfair that I got a strike for that.” Y/N chimed in. 

“That was different, I didn’t tell her to her face that she had perfect lips.” Y/N face heated up as she smirked. 

The dodgeball game started with a whistle. It was Y/N and Jazzmyne on one team and Lindsay and Ryan on the other. Y/N’s team lost the first game prompting Ryan to trash talk to her about her crappy throwing skills. Which was not a good idea because now she was out of blood. She waited for the whistle, foot touching the back wall, staring daggers at Ryan. She used her foot to push off as soon as the whistle sounded. Y/N quickly grabbed a blue ball, aiming it straight at Ryan.

“This is for trying to steal my boyfriend Bergara!” She shouted, ball flying out of her hand hitting Ryan right in the gut. He played up the pain for the camera hobbling over towards the sidelines grumbling about how Shane was his first. Her team ended up winning the second and third game. 

Lunch was the worst, the food was cold. It also didn’t help that everyone else in the office was eating chipotle. Y/N was over the day at that point. She was hungry, tired, and her brain ached from all the knowledge that had been thrown at her. She grumbled her way back up the stairs for 6th hour which was math.

“I walked in thinking it was pre-cal, but it was trig I never took that class in highschool.” Lindsay complained. 

“Same.” 

“I took it, but I didn’t remember anything.” Y/N stated, her enthusiasm slipping. 

Y/N sat through the class, head in her hands trying to understand what Mr. St.Juste was writing on the board. She might have been the only one to take the class in highschool, but it didn’t make the subject any less alien to her. Luckily they all passed and were on their way to their last class, home ec with Mrs. Mcclenny. They were making Tamagoyaki, a japanese style omelette. It was delicious which was amazing because Y/N was starving. A huge sigh left all three women lips as the final bell rang. 

“It was exhausting and I never want to do it again.” Y/N stated bluntly. 

“Yeah, teenagers deal with a lot of shit and we should appreciate them more.” Lindsay said. 

“Exactly, well that was following a highschool schedule. We are going to go home and sleep for five years.” Jazz said. 

“Bye!” All three said in unison waving at the camera. 

Y/N was slowly grabbing things out of her locker when Shane creeped up and leant against the locker next to hers. Looking like a stereotypical jock from a teen movie. He smiled, watching as her slumped body packed up her things. 

“Need help with that beautiful?” She smiled as his voice put some energy back into her. 

“Do you flirt with all your students Mr.Madej?” She asked walking away from him. He followed after her, a cheeky smirk played on his face. They dropped the subject on their walk to the car. 

“I am so tired Shane, today was fun but awful.” She groaned resting her hand against the handle of the car. 

“Well, let me take you home and make it better princess.” A smug grin crossed his face. 

“I don’t think so asshole, you gave me two strikes.” She held up two fingers before sliding into the car, Shanes grin fell as he too got in the car 

“You’re joking right?” He asked hopefully. 

“I don’t know, get me home and we’ll see.” The grin returned as he started the car. I guess sleep could wait a little longer. 

[northernreads]

looking back at the decade is weird. like i am so damn old. the last time i hit a decade i wasn’t really old enough to fully i don’t know... comprehend it? if i had to summarize the 2010s in one word than maybe: university? though there was more than that i suppose. this is probably going to be stupid long but i don’t caaaaare cause the 2010s went on forever too

i graduated high school in 2010. i went back for a victory lap solely to avoid university for a year. i did mediocre in high school in just about every way (grades, friends, experiences). i can’t say that i enjoyed it at all so finishing up with hs was a great way to start the ‘10s even if i petrified to start uni

in 2011 i started uni. i was terrified. i didn’t want to go in the first place, high school had sucked why would I want to do more school? but i felt like i had no other choice. the first year was rough, i worked my ass off though and while I was warned to expect my usual grades to drop the first year, they actually soared. when i was late enrolling for courses for second year the dean of my faculty emailed me to see if everything was okay and if I needed help. by second year i was actually really enjoying uni. i majored in history and minored in english and i loved it. i really like writing essays it turns out.

i graduated cum laude in 2016. my original plan to go to teachers college but after already extending my undergrad by a year and getting yanked around by my uni in so many dumb ways, when I found out that I would have to push back my graduation again to make teachers college work I decided to switch gears instead. i found something else to make my liberal arts degree work: librarianship

in 2015/2016 i realized I had to very quickly make things work if I was going to get accepted into a masters program. everything I had been doing to make teachers college work wasn’t enough for this masters program. namely that being a teacher meant volunteering with kids a lot while getting my masters meant developing relationships with profs. something I was incredibly uncomfortable with, and hadn’t even had much opportunity to do as my undergrad uni had a massive population and most class sizes were large even at fourth year level. I went way, way outside my comfort zone and made it work though. i got my letters of recommendation and got my act together and got accepted into both masters programs i applied to.

in 2016 i began my masters program at a new uni. the program was much smaller than what I was used to, and while I missed my english classes especially, I loved the program. I did well. I made friends. I even joined a club. mostly this two year program was me dealing with a long commute. (5-6 hours per day, four days a week). i was exhausted all of the time. i got a paper published. i loved this too.

in 2018 i graduated with my masters of information, with a concentration in library and information science

in the 2010s i graduated three times. graduations suck and yeah that’s some extreme first world complaining, but god i hate them so much

i got my first real job in 2012. i had no experience and had a hell of a time finding a job. finally one day someone gave me a chance and i started my first job at a gas station. i worked there for five years. i went through four managers, i trained a lot of employees, i made some work friends, i read a lot of books for uni there, it helped me come out of my shell a bit too

in 2017 i quit my job at the gas station. I was on my fourth manager and after weathering all that change this one finally broke me. every week he changed how he wanted things done and acted like I was clueless for doing it any other way. I also knew that I needed to develop some more work experience.

my next job was at a shoe store. less than two months into the job i was a senior employee because everyone kept quitting. it was my first time in retail and also the first time i was really working with other people. i hated it at times, but i also grew to like it too. i picked everything up quickly and was made a key holder before long. i was there for less than a year. the company wasn’t doing well and my hours were cut to almost nothing. cue next job

by this point it was 2018 and i had just graduated my masters program and was looking for a job in my field. in the meantime i needed money. i got a job at costco. they thought i was still in uni even though my resume said ‘graduated’. so I got hired on for the summer as a student. it was an okay job. bigger than anywhere i had ever worked certainly. by the end of the summer i was so ready to be done with it though, the management was poor at times and they were relentless in pushing us to promote membership upgrades. I despise upselling products to people who clearly don’t want to talk about it. overall it really wasn’t terrible. i did like a lot of the people.

i got two interviews for jobs at libraries over that summer. i was applying for hours every single day in 2018. zilch.

so by fall 2018 i needed a new job again. enter the coffee shop. i got hired to be a baker at tim hortons and was never a baker, in fact less than 2 months into the job they moved me permanently to their satellite location at a gas station (oh how circular life is) which had no proper kitchen. i liked the gas station location better in the end. there was a small group of ridiculous teens and barely adults on the afternoon shift and they were kind of the best. i was at tims for 8 months, was almost made supervisor but luckily dodged that bullet

in 2019 i got a better paying job. completely different than anything i’ve ever done before and not in my field. but i’m not complaining

i started the 2010s having never even kissed someone before. and i’m ending it having found someone that actually makes me believe soulmates are a thing.

in 2013 (i think) i had my first boyfriend. he was shit. i don’t think it even lasted 6 months but honestly i don’t remember much and i try not to

in 2014 (i think?) i had begun to question my sexuality a bit and landed on bisexual. i also had my first girlfriend. she was also shit. i guess it was maybe almost a year long. again i try not to remember. 

there were other almosts and not quite relationships but mostly it was just the two. and they were bad. they messed with me in their own ways. after the gf (2015) i just stopped dating. i needed a break from it at first. but the more time I took the more I began to struggle with realizing that i was ace. something i did not want whatsoever. i was also just busy with my masters. i had no time to date even if i wanted to between school, commuting and work.

in 2018 i met someone on here. he has been nothing but perfect ever since and i am madly in love with him. he also doubles as my bestest friend ever so that’s awesome

i traveled a little bit too. i did four major roadtrips with my family. twice to the west coast of canada and twice to the east coast. i also took a plane for the first time ever and went to england

i went to a few concerts: marianas trench (twice), lorde, hayley kiyoko, and imagine dragons

i got my drivers license and first car

i had roomates in uni in the dorms and now have my first apartment (+ a roommate)

i cut my long hair super short and kept it that way for a few years and then grew it all back again

i got back into reading again and it saved my life

i lost a lot of pets. i used to have my own personal zoo at the start of the decade. In particular i lost my dog Sam, who was the most important being in my life for most of the decade. now I visit my family’s cats and dogs once a week. and I miss them a lot.

we saw the world go through a lot of changes but i’m sure there are a million articles on that already. we saw too many memes too. but i’m guessing a zillion articles on that subject.

I discovered so much about myself over the past decade. 2010 holly would not know who I am now and I am so grateful for that. she was kind of an idiot. I feel so much more like me than I ever have before. the 2010s were rough at times, and that’s putting it lightly. But i’m here. i made it. Things feel good. I have a lot more big things coming, and hopefully sooner than later. 

[lovemesomesurveys]

1. Have you ever had someone pick you up off the ground & carried you? Yeah, many times. 2. Are you a flirty person? I’m not a flirtatious person who is just flirty and overly friendly with everyone. I’m flirty if I’m interested in you and we actually talk and know each other.  3. Do you like coffee? How about tea? I love coffee, I drink it everyday. Tea is okay, but I don’t drink it regularly. I have it every now and then. 4. Where exactly was your first kiss? At my high school behind the drama department. 5. The last store you went to was…? Walmart.

6. A name you hate with a passion? There isn’t a name I hate with a passion.  7. Do you have a friend named Alex? No. 8. The last person you held hands with? It was my doggo, Princess Leia. (: She loves to hold hands. She’ll put her paw up for you to grab it. And when you do, you can actually feel her paw tighten like she’s really holding your hand. If you stop and try to leave, she’ll put her paw up or on your arm. 9. How about the last movie you saw? My mom and I watched A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood, the Mister Rogers movie, the other day and it was cute but I wish it had been a movie about his life and the show. 10. Did you like it? ^^^ 11. What is your favorite type of water (ex. arrowhead)? I’m really not picky about it. 12. Have you ever been to Warped Tour? No. 13. Do you know anyone who wears fur? No. 14. When was the last time you were on myspace.com? Uhhh. Over 10 years ago. 15. How often do you cuss? Not very often. 16. Have you ever cussed out a teacher? Nooo. 17. Do you know how many kids are at your school? I’m done with school. 18. What did you think of the movie Juno? I like it. 19. When was the last time you had butterflies? I have the nervous, anxious kind a lot. It’s been a long time since I’ve had the good kind. 20. How often do you eat meat? Everyday. Either in the form of a bologna or turkey and salami sandwich, boneless wings, or pizza that has crumbled meatballs. Somedays I have 2 of the 3.  21. What grade did you meet your best friend in? We didn’t meet at school, we met in the womb ha. 22. Would rather be loved or love someone? Being loved and loving. 23. Last time you cleaned your room? I straightened up not too long ago. I still need to go through things and get rid of some stuff. I also still need to put my Christmas decorations away... 24. Have you ever gotten clothes from the kids section of Target when you were over the age of 10? Not Target specifically, but from other places like JCP lol. I don’t do that now, but I did when I was younger. I still could fit the shirts, but that’d just be weird as a soon to be 31 year old. 25. Are you more of a science/math person or english/history person? Or how about science/history or something like that? English and history person. Mainly just english. I do think history is interesting and I like learning about certain things at my own pace. I didn’t enjoy it much in school, though. The pressure of having to memorize dates, names, and events was stressful. 26. What is your biggest fear? Losing my loved ones and dying, never getting better/getting worse, never doing anything with my life and just wasting away. 27. Have you ever been cheated om in a relationship? No. 28. Your favorite children’s book you ever read? I had a lot of favorites. I’ve loved books from a very young age. 29. When you were little, would you have rather watched Cartoon Network or Disney Channel? Disney Channel. 30. Do you shave your arms? No. 31. Since using the internet regularly, have you started to read less than you used to? No. I haven’t read much this past year, but that had nothing to do with my internet use. I’ve started back up again, though. 32. Are you a big fan of the Harry Potter series? I enjoyed the movies, but I never read the books. 33. How often would say you pulled all-nighters, if you ever do? I’ve been going to bed around 5AM everyday for the past year. My last full all nighter was last month on the day we left for the airport at 430AM to travel to Disneyland. I didn’t sleep until that night. That was after a day of travel and hours spent at Disneyland. I don’t know how the hell I did it. I don’t have the energy like I did when I was a kid/teenager. 34. Do you wear make-up on a daily basis? No. I haven’t worn any makeup in over a year. 35. Has a friend’s boyfriend/girlfriend ever had a problem with you for any reason? No. I had an issue with some friends’ significant others, though. For good reason. 36. How old were you when you learned to drive? I still haven’t. 37. How many times a day do you find yourself cracking your joints, if at all? I stretch out my arms a lot. I also feel the need to crack my neck a lot, too. My posture is shit. 38. Do you find yourself feeling lazier when the weather is warm? I already have low energy, but yeah it’s in the negative during the summer. Summer just makes me miserable. 39. Is there a particular sport you follow on a regular basis? Nope. I don’t like sports. 40. Are you a fan of the TV show Friends? I never got into it, actually. Seems like everyone else has in recent years. 41. How old do you think is too old to sleep with a stuffed animal? I don’t care what you do. I have 3 that sit on my bed. I don’t cuddle with them, but if I did so what. 42. If AC wasn’t an option, would you rather sleep with a fan on or with the windows open? We very rarely use the AC because it’s expensive and our AC sucks anyway. Poor ventilation. Our summers are absolutely miserable. D: It’ll be just as hot in my house, if not hotter. I have to use 3 fans in my room alone. Four fans actually because I have a window fan. During the day it doesn’t help much, but it’s really nice at night. Ughhh, I swear it gets worse every year. I don’t how I’ll get through it. 43. Do you find it hard to fall asleep when you know you have to be up earlier than normal? Yes. 44. Do you style your hair in the same way every day, or do you prefer to switch it up? It’s mostly just up in a pony tail, but sometimes a braid or a bun.  45. Are you 100% over the last person you kissed? Yes. 46. Are you currently looking forward to anything? When we finally start to see the coronavirus calm down. When it’s contained and there’s a vaccine. When the panic and hysteria goes away. When we’re not bombarded with it everyday. 47. Ever receive a really long apology? Yes. 48. What were you doing at 7:45AM this morning? I plan to be asleep. 49. Do you put ketchup on top of your french fries or on the side? Ew, neither. It’s all about ranch. 50. Who was the last person you talked to in person? My brother. 51. How many tattoos would you like to have? I’d like to get one at least, but I don’t see it happening. 52. Have you ever hung out with someone just to hang out? ...Yes? I’m not getting the question.  53. Would you be mad if your best friend dated your crush? My mom would never do that. 54. Do you wish you were somewhere else right now? No.  55. What was the last thing you drank? Starbucks Doubleshot energy drink. 56. Do you laugh a lot? Uhhh. I wouldn’t say a lot. 57. Do you have a dog? Yesss, my little Princess Leia<3 58. Do you like orange juice? Ew, no. 59. Would you rather have big or small dogs? Medium size dogs. 60. Have you ever slept in someone else’s bed? Yes. 61. When was the last time you cried? Recently. 62.Are you over the age of 25? Yeah. I’m going to be 31 soon. :/ 63. Do you like your first name? It's fine. I can't really picture me having any other name. <<< Yeah, I’ve had it for almost 31 years now so hey. I’ll keep it. 64. Do you wear glasses? Yes. 65. Do you think you’re wasting your time on the person you like? I don’t like anyone in that way currently. 66. Do you/have you ever liked/been in love with someone older than you? Yes. 67. Did you enjoy your summer? It’s not summer yet, thank goodness. I’m dreading it. 68. How’s your heart lately? It’s beating.  68. Do you want your life to stay the way it is right now forever? Noooooo. 69. Are you a jealous person? I can be. I haven’t felt that in a long time. I feel envy more often. 70. Are you ready to get out of this town? I’ve been ready for years. 71. Have you had alcohol in the last 48 hours? No. I don’t drink anymore. 72. Do you currently have a hickey? No. 73. Would you rather live without music or without the t.v? Without TV. I could still watch stuff online. ha. 74. Are you one of those people who obsesses over Hollister? I had a brief period in my early 20s where I was into it, but I got over it. It was way overpriced. I do love the signature cologne, though.

[purplesurveys]

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How do you feel about the last person you hugged? That hug with Gabie was almost four weeks ago, buuuut she’s my girlfriend and I love her a lot, and I can trust her with everything. Do you ever say 'OMG' in person? Yeah but I try to lessen it now because I think I’m literally the only one left who still has the tendency to say the initials hahaha. Who was the last person you really felt like punching? This fucker named Sam Morales. A trans woman – this’ll be important later on – tweeted out their story about how Sam catfished her for 8 months and even recruited her friends to join in on the catfishing, and apparently it was all borne from Sam’s homophobia and transphobia. The girl revealed that Sam was bullied by gay boys when she was younger, so it sparked a lifelong hatred for LGBTQIA+ individuals and ever since then she’s been targeting just them for her catfishing. When the woman told her story, a lot of other LGBTQIA+ folks came forward with their similar experiences with Sam and her cronies. It’s a big deal because as it turns out, Sam has a pretty reputable position in the local media industry, has rubbed shoulders with important celebrities, and has done ads for companies like H&M that we unknowingly pass by everyday, so it’s been infuriating having to hear someone use her position to abuse those already in a marginalized position, and having to use her childhood trauma to traumatize others. Are you taller for your age, shorter, or average? Average for a Filipino, shorter if we’re talking global lol. Did you tell your last girlfriend/boyfriend that you love them? Yeah I make sure to remind her everyday.

How do you know the last person you hung out with? We went to the same school for 14 years but we were personally introduced to each other in Grade 7. If you went to the beach right now, what would you bring? A pair of bikinis, a beach robe, sunscreen, flip-flops, the bottle of soju my dad just bought for me this morning haha, my wallet for extra cash, and Gabie. Where did you get the clothes you wore today? My shirt is from the school intramurals for when I was a sophomore and my bitch of a teammate insisted that we have our own table tennis ~jerseys, even though we didn’t really need it. But she didn’t take no for an answer so I relented and now I have this dumb shirt that wasn’t even free. My shorts are from some store and I just bought it cos I needed it as part of a costume a few years ago, so now I just wear it around the house. What's better: a surprise or knowing you're going to get it? I like knowing there’s a surprise in store, but I prefer not knowing what the surprise is just yet. Just tell me I have a surprise and I won’t be antsy, haha. Does your weight have three numbers in it? Nope. Can you taste the difference between store brand food and brand name food? We don’t buy store-brand food, so I don’t know if I’d be able to tell the difference. Do you know anyone whose last name starts with P? Sure, there’s a number of people - Pia, Summer, Hannah, Kate, Reiven, etc. When's the last time you were on neopets? 2007. Someone wakes you up at 3am, what's your first thought? Ok first of all, big chance I’d still be up by then lmao. But hypothetically, if I was woken up that late I’d be...groggy at first, then when that fades I’d be a little pissed. What's the last time you got in a vending machine? Bottled water. What was the last thing your parents got mad at you for? My mom got mad when she found out I lent my new UP varsity jacket to a friend even though it was to help out that friend, who had to walk through the rain but didn’t have an umbrella -_____- I don’t remember my dad getting mad at me recently. Have you ever had a bathing suit fall off of you while swimming? Yep but it was always while swimming at the beach/in the sea so I was thankfully always hidden haha. Where do you go when you skip school? If I wanna skip the whole day I just stay at home. But if there’s one or two classes I feel like cutting in the middle of the day, I stay at my org’s common area which is somewhere in the college. Do your pets have favorites? My dog definitely loves me more than anyone else in my family. He still growls at each of them at times. Do find flirting over IM easier then in person? OMG noooo I hate doing stuff like that on IM/text. I can’t even sext, I find it too awkward having to type out actions or parts of the anatomy shjdgfdjfkdhg. What were you thinking about five minutes ago? I was playing Mario Kart on the Switch that long ago so I was most likely concentrated on not fucking up and ending on the off-road area. Have you ever heard the last person you laughed with swear? Yes. If the last person you called were in the hospital, would you visit them? For sure. I’d bring my dad’s quarantine pass and go through all the checkpoints. Are there any dirty dishes in the room you're in? Nope. How many people could sleep comfortably in the room you're in? It’s the dining room so it’s not the most conducive for sleeping... but uhhh I guess around 10-15 can fit here, as long as we remove the dining table and chairs and replace everything with mattresses. Would you like to have a treadmill in your house? I wouldn’t mind if we had one. What's the longest you've ever liked someone without telling them? I only seriously liked Gabie and it took me arounddd 11 months. Do/did you prefer your english or math teacher? I’m not taking either subject anymore. Would you rather live with your parents or your grandparents? Parents. I love all my grandparents, though. I just feel like the generation gap is strongest there and that we have a different set of religious and political beliefs, and so staying with them long enough would only drive me insane. Where were you 3 hours ago? I was in the living room playing the Switch. Did you prank anyone on April fool's day? That’s tomorrow, and no I don’t plan on fooling anyone in my family.

Can/Did you get away with skipping class? Sure did. The only time it backfired was when I cut my Psych 101 elective around 10 times? And my final grade was 1.75. Totally deserved it. When is the last time you were on a swingset? Last December. One of my titas has a playground at their place that I grew up playing in, so I rode the swing for old time’s sake. At sleepovers, do you usually sleep on a bed, couch or floor? Depends on what the friend has to offer. I sleep with Gab and Angela on their beds and when I slept over at Laurice’s she offered us mattresses on the floor. Rita had a couch in their guest room that I called dibs on. When's the last time you wished you could just disappear? Why? Last Thursday when I became the target of bullying in a private group consisting of people in my high school. It didn’t last very long but it still reopened some wounds/trauma I closed long ago, so it sucked for a while. What's the sweetest thing a gf/bf can do to get you to forgive them? Getting me finger food that I like, like Mini Donuts, Potato Corner, or Auntie Anne’s hehe. Do you dislike when surveys ask to describe your underwear? Yeah a little bit lol. It’s uncomfortable but I answer them the best I can anyway.

What was your last sent text about? I haven’t had load on my phone for a couple of weeks. I don’t really need them these days because I’m stuck at home anyway. What would you do if the last person you hugged proposed to you? Ask them if it’s a dare. Who do you talk to the most in science? In my last science-related class (though it was 2 years ago lmao) I was talking to Alliyah the most cos she was the only one I knew in that class. Did you check to see how much fat/calories was in the last thing you ate? No. I know it’s unhealthy, though. If the last person you kissed gave you roses, what would you do? Right now? I’d get mad that she violated quarantine rules just to do that, but I’d be appreciative anyway.   Do you need to wash your hair? Not yet.

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“so what if we’re wild, we only live once.”

requested

BUCKLE IN FAM, BECAUSE THE NEWSIES IN HIGH SCHOOL FOR A MODERN AU WOULD OBVIOUSLY INCLUDE…

(also, keep in mind that this is based off of my experience in the american school system, any classes are ones that are offered at my own school.)

Bill

so he’s obviously head of the journalism staff

and he definitely is a part of yearbook too

and what is he interested in most??

chemistry

no one really understands why, but they don’t question it as long as he helps them with homework

and bill is 10/10 that guy who always has his homework done and let’s you borrow it

his worst class is by far history

he’s in choir and plays the piano for like, every song

he actually has a really nice set of pipes (he’s a tenor, too)

he’s terrible with dates

Darcy

so darcy is on yearbook because he can take the most stunning photos

and he is also a part of journalism, and his niche is critiquing

plays?? restaurants?? sports??

and yes, he goes to sporting events

and yes, romeo gives him a wink everytime he sees him at the baseball games

it’s a ship to end all ships

he isn’t quite sure what he wants to do in the future

i forgot to mention - these are headcanons for when each one is a senior in high school, i’m not working out ages in relation to each other. find someone more motivated for that

but he does know he wants to go to a really nice college

he’s definitely on chess club, and he’s a member of key club too

Katherine

journalism, guys. and she’s not into heavy creative writing, more like articles and interviews and such

president of debate

and her style game is strong - she, bill, and darcy are the three best dressed. facts.

she makes such pretty notes

and she slays in argument writing

english is obviously her favorite class, but a close second is her research class

and she actually sucks at cooking - she took culinary arts as a sophomore and set off the fire alarm twice

she has a free period in her schedule where she goes to the library and slaves over math

it doesn’t come easy to her

definitely has an old-school planner that is always full

Sarah

okay, i don’t know much about sarah - full disclosure, but i’ll try

so first of all, this girl is really put together

she has her schedule mapped out two months in advance, she remembers everyone’s birthday, and she already knows the vacation days during the year

she has library aide for one of her periods and knows every adult in the building by first name

she also happens to be an aide when kath has her free period and she is either the embodiment of the heart eye emoji or trying to help katherine with math

she loves psychology and already has plans to study it

she is in key club with darcy and also just volunteers a whole lot

her favorite is visiting and helping out animal shelters

she goes there so much that they finally just give her a job there

she doodles a lot on the side of her notes - it keeps her from falling asleep in science

the master of the messy top knot

Davey

okay, this boy does not know when to stop

he is taking all of the advanced classes he possibly can, and he’s stressing over them way too much

jack makes him like, 10 cups of stress relief tea daily

there’s also a running bet that the whole school is in on about whether he or kath will be valedictorian

specs says that davey will do it if he doesn’t have a heart attack before final exams

race says he’ll be so busy he’ll forget to even show up to graduation

also, while we’re at it, we need to talk about this boy’s notes. they are the hardest thing to decipher in this world, but if you can read his chicken scratch then you have a goldmine of helpful ways to study

he loves mnemonics with a burning passion and uses them at every chance he can get

his favorite class is chinese or math

and he’s definitely a part of future business leaders of america, mesa, and book club

Les

yes, this is for when les is a senior

he’s obviously not in the same year as the rest of the gang, but les as an 18 year old is gold

okay, first of all… heartthrob who genuinely doesn’t know it

he’s not actually officially part of any club, but he’s always staying after school afterward to like, float into the different club meetings

but he’s definitely an sbo - probably vice president or activities

he’s a part of band and definitely plays the saxophone

you know that means he starts off every class period by playing careless whisper

the teachers all really love him

he actually gets pretty good grades

and he is way overly competitive in review games, especially ones in history

he will wreck you

always goes off campus at lunch and walks into his next period a couple minutes late with a shake

Jack

did someone say art?????

jack does literally every form of it, and he does them all so well

davey seethes at this, but loves it when jack helps in in ceramics

he’s also really supportive of younger artists who are still perfecting their art, so he’s obviously the head of the art club

and he’s the paint master for drama club and all of their productions

he frequently falls asleep in english class

he’s also the president of latinos in action - chosen unanimously even though he wasn’t going for the position

y’all can fite me on latino! jack kelly

also, his signature style is a blue sweatshirt, and all of his clothes have paint on them

he’s also that kid who never has a pencil on him, and never returns the ones he is given just because he always forgets

Crutchie

so i don’t know where the headcanon about crutchie being on the swim team originated, but it is dear to my heart and lives on in this post

he is the nice™ jock

also, he wants to go into the medical field for sure

he had medical terminology as last class of the day and it makes his day 10 times more bright

he uses highlighters so much (but only the yellow ones)

also, crutchie is lowkey a style icon???

all of his teachers love him

he’s that kid that always raises his hand in a group discussion, and it’s one of two things: a lame pun that gets more groans than laughs, or a really insightful bit of knowledge 

there is no in-between

definitely volunteers with sarah at the animal shelters and is a part of french club, even though he’s only ever gone to like, two meetings

Albert

albert wrestles, no one can convince me otherwise

but he’s also on dance co.

we love a well rounded boy - especially when he’ll pull up if you question his life choices

he is soooo salty, and he has no filter. Even in front of teachers.

anyone in his history class can attest to this - especially when they are going through america’s messy past

literally does not care about the majority of his classes

but he maintains a good gpa so he can be on the wrestling team

also, he failed his driving test twice, and when he got his license it didn’t make a difference since no one would trust him with a car anymore

but he’s actually really good in his business and marketing class

he frequently helps in the little store that the business class runs during lunch and stuff because he’s really good with money and change

Race

a part of dance company

and he hates the early morning practices with a passion but will just chug energy drinks to get through it

this boy doesn’t sleep… unless it’s in english

the most surprising thing about him is that he’s really good at math??

and he doesn’t even try - he’ll be talking all class period and then finish the homework in class in like, 10 minutes flat

it’s the same thing with physics

but it’s not like you can ask him for help, because he doesn’t really listen to the professor or follow their methods and steps

like i said earlier, race just doesn’t care

or so you think, but his shirt is always matching the color of his shoes and headphones, but then his hair is literal mess and he wears like, he only owns like, two different pairs of joggers

he’s honestly such a mystery

Buttons

okay, so buttons kills it at fashion, which is why he aces his fashion design class

he’s head costumer for all of the drama departments musicals and plays

he’s also really into art history, and he gets inspiration from art all the time

he’s definitely a part of key club and is a part of national honors society although he’s only ever gone to a couple meetings for both

he gets pretty decent grades in everything but physics, but he definitely tries to study for all of his classes

he goes stag to every school dance and deliberately tries to get his ships together for a song

coffee??? he only ever drinks it black

it’s how he stops romeo from taking his

he’s also a dork who color codes his notes because they help him study better

but he has no idea how to take notes for math class, so he kinda just does example problems and then is confused on how it ever did it in the first place

Elmer

so this is one musically talented boy

he plays the guitar, trumpet, and drums

it’s also an inside joke with him and jojo that they both play the castanets

but he’s definitely a part of any band the school offers - as well as pit for the musical

he’s a really chill, laid-back student that gets their work done and just hangs out

he is very nice and definitely a teacher aid for one of the english teachers

and he’s also a part of the poetry club

it’s to improve his songwriting as well as give him a place to destress

He’s definitely the guy who will always lend you his notes if you missed a day, but he’s also not that great at taking notes because his mind is always on something else

he’s also an attendance office aide for one of his periods

Henry

he took ballroom as a joke with mike, and he really ended up liking it

but he’s not a part of dance co. because their style is totally different from ballroom

He also has a lot of energy, so he’s that kid that’s always bouncing his leg up and down and making the desk behind him shake

but no one ever asks for him to stop because he has the biggest smile that you just can’t shut down??

he knows this, though, and he definitely uses it on teachers to get extensions on his work, and he does, like 80% of the time

his worst class is probably english because he can’t just sit down and read for long periods of time

but during the shakespeare unit he kills it because he’s always first to volunteer to read or do a part

his handwriting is very messy and he uses so many abbreviations not even davey knows what they’re saying

always races to be first in the lunch line

always one of the first people to be in class

Hot Shot

he has auto shop as his first class of the day and absolutely loves it

but he’s also that kid that hangs out with his friends in the middle of the hallway, bottlenecking the whole thing during passing time

thinks he’s the cool™ kid

wears leather jackets exclusively

he hates any core class

but secretly really likes his humanities class

he’s taking italian with spot and the poor teacher just can’t handle these two together

he’s also secretly good at basketball

the coach found out somehow and asks him every year to be on the team

but hot shot would rather die than be on a school team

Ike

has a youtube channel where he mostly posts prank videos  especially those that involve the school

he ran for sbo and was elected as treasury, even though mike is the one who went to all of the meetings for like, two months straight

he is the epitome of a class clown, but it’s always in good fun

he always is wearing a black t-shirt under his sbo sweater

and since he’s an sbo he has to go to all the sports game to support and stuff and he cheers the absolute loudest

he does gymnastics with mike after school every day and at every sbo meeting he brings up how it needs to be a part of the sports at school

he never takes notes but can retain everything

his worst class is anything science related

but he’s secretly really good a history

A proud member of spanish club

Mike

mike is definitely the more artsy twin

he takes drawing and ceramics but can’t paint for the life of him

he’s a part of the art club with jack and is basically second in command there

he does gymnastics with ike after school and is on dance co.

he struggles with math and science but gets by okay

has a free period for first where he could be sleeping in or studying but instead he goes to auto shop to talk to hot shot

he definitely has a crush. hot shot won’t admit it, but he loves mike being there.

he usually wears bright colors with his dance co. jacket

doesn’t really like coffee, but he always has a coke on him - it’s his one weakness

is also a part of spanish club

Kenny

okay, so i know, like, nothing about kenny, so i’m just going with my gut based off of his photo

film is his passion and he wants to be a director one day

is 10/10 that kid in your photography class that spends 90% of the time making stop-motion videos

he’s very nice and is always lending jack pencils even though he knows he’ll never get them back

also, there’s a running gag that he and darcy are the same person, ike runs conspiracy theory videos on his youtube channel

his two favorite classes are film (duh) and theatre

he’s a part of the ensemble of every musical the school puts on

he’s even directed a show a couple of times for the spotlight showcase

he is like that background kind of kid that is a part of the big groups and is totally included but just doesn’t have a huge role in the big stuff

he hates having to write essays because he says it’s sucking the creativity out of writing

also likes psychology

JoJo

co-captain of the soccer team

also a madrigal with bill and specs (he’s a baritone)

always tries out for the school musicals, and he usually gets a main part

he takes quite a few advanced classes and it is not rare to find him passed out on one of the other newsies’ couch

he manages to keep a good gpa with his schedule

his favorite class besides madrigals is probably latinos in action, which he has the same period as jack

while he doesn’t play any instruments himself you can always find him hanging out in the band room at lunch

he is absolutely terrible in math but is taking college math now so he can get it done with and never have to do again for as long as he lives

his aspirations are pretty much all over the place at the moment, but he smiles through the uncertainty

“i feel like it’s fine”

Romeo

on the baseball team

a shameless flirt, especially with darcy

did someone say president of the asian american club??

he’s also a part of drama club because he has a passion for theatre

he can’t when it comes to math, though

so instead of getting frustrated he just writes notes in the calculators for people to find

he’ll also fall asleep in that class

he’s definitely a partner in crime with ike and frequently is a guest on his youtube channel

studying??? who’s she???

really good at debate, though. katherine keeps telling him he should join the club but he says his skills are beyond that of a club

Finch

on the track team and one of the fastest runners

it’s a good outlet for all of his energy

he takes notes in all of his classes since he learned all the strategies from avid, but he never looks back at them

surprisingly gets really good test scores, though

you know he takes wildlife biology and he memorizes like, every type of bird call

he can even mimic some of them - it’s how he wakes romeo up in math.

he also goes out every day for lunch, and his next period is english which he has with like, all of the boys, so he’s always throwing fries across the room for henry or mush to catch in their mouths

he beats his own school records every year so he’s like, constantly the athlete of the month

definitely goes to all of the different sports games and cheers very loud

carries a huge water bottle that he fills up during french class to get out of presentations

Kid Blink

first of all, this kid does not do any kind of sport because his depth perception rivals that of mine

which means it  s u c k s 

however, he kills it at math and physics is his one true love

If you need a study partner for either, he’s your guy. just know that he explains nothing and goes pretty fast. keep up and you can do math with him.

he lowkey hates history because it’s about a whole bunch of dead people who were problematic

he’s a part of mesa

he takes american sign language and it’s one of his favorite classes

he and smalls are constantly having conversations from across the room

a lot of the time it’s about the teacher, and one time they were caught by their chemistry teacher who knew asl

they got detention for like, a week because of it

Mush

here comes the heartthrob!!!!

very handsome, and his strong suit is engineering. which always shocks people.

which means he’s definitely a part of mesa and the engineering and technology club

he’s definitely the person to go to if you need help in physics. he explains things really well

the only bad part about it is that he also goes off on tangents when he’s explaining and you can get confused if you listen too long

he’s actually kind of a style icon, his hair is probably the best out of everyone

he always has headphones in, but one earbud is out so he can hear the teacher and whatnot

he cannot act for the life of him

but he has a good-natured laugh that makes up for the cringe 

he also cannot dance

Smalls

okay, so smalls is a part of the asian american club, key club, and poetry club 

even though he cannot write to save his life, they let him come because he’s uber supportive

there’s also a joke that he and spot are a part of the short™ club

lowkey, smalls started this joke because he finds it hilarious when spot gets upset

he actually takes interior design and it’s his favorite class

he’s really good with color

he also takes woodworking and makes the guys stuff for it

davey has a bookshelf and jack has a desk

takes asl with kid blink and loves it

is the kid who always has to stand up to take notes because seating charts always put him in the back, despite his height

Sniper

okay, so sniper is a cheerleader but don’t let that fool you - she’s also on the wrestling team and will take you down

albert is like her older brother and helps her with her business class

she regrets having taken it, but she needed another cte credit and thought it would be safer than welding

she has a criminal law class that she loves with all of her heart

she writes in all capitals

she’s also that kid that writes all of her essays handwritten to spite her english teacher which, on the first day of school, complain about her writing in all caps

she’s good with history and has it with albert and it’s her personal goal to get him to laugh at her comments in that class

studying??? sounds studious. and not a part of her aesthetic.

has an attendance office aide period where she mostly does the homework for her next class period

is that kid that always almost swears in class debates

Specs

first, our boy is president for madrigals (he’s a low bass)

then he’s a proud part of the book club

his thing is psychology, and he goes in hard, he and sarah sit next to each other and talk in hushed whispers about all the cool stuff they learn

he takes very neat notes

but only has to look at them two or three times before he’s ready to take a test

is always an ensemble member in the school musicals

he is also a library aide and constantly smells like old books

very organized

his locker always has everything you could possibly need - a jacket, hat, bag of trail mix, water, etc.

the mom friend™

Spot

first of all, he’s that kid who always sits in the same seat. if you’re sitting in his seat, you’re dead. don’t @ him.

he hates science with a burning passion and is so glad he finished all of his credits for it in junior year

is actually a bit of a history buff

but he never participates in class, just writes really good essays and aces every test

and speaking of writing

he’s actually really into creative writing

who did you think started the writing club???

but he’s no less tough

he always wears a leather jacket, a red shirt, cuffs the bottom of his jeans, and has his pen tucked behind his ear

he doesn’t really take notes, and he only writes in pen

Tommy Boy

captain of dance company

is having none of race’s idiocy at practices either

but he’s actually really funny and nice, all the teachers love him

can’t write a summary in english for the life of him but will write a 10 page essay on why dance company is a part of the performing arts and deserves just as much recognition as theatre, choir, and band

only ever eats out of the vending machines for lunch

is a part of french club

really likes culinary arts because his one weakness is sugar

can’t do any form of art other than dance

but he doesn’t need to - he’s that good

notes??? what are those???

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

[empathyuck]

50 questions tag

I was tagged by @wouldujae thank you so much for the tag!

What takes up too much of your time? As of right now stanning groups and just my phone in general. In college it was studying and doing assignments.

What makes your day better? Laughing with my friends or feeling like I’ve been productive

What’s the best thing to happen to you today? Hmmm. Idk waking up and being alive nothing happened today lol

What fictional place would you like to go to? Emerald city???

Are you good at giving advice? I think so, I always try to give my opinion from different perspectives

Do you have a mental illness? Nope

Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? No thank the lord

What musician inspired you the most? I have too many!!

Have you ever fallen in love? Nope, haven’t even liked anyone in over 2 years

What’s your dream date? Movie night, going out and just hanging out maybe go grab a snack, going to a park and reading or drawing 🥺 just wanna talk w my special boy doesn’t matter what we do

What do others notice about you? I get that I’m quiet, smart, artistic and creative. For my appearance I get complimented on my body a lot because I have wide hips haha

What’s an annoying habit you have? Eugh I either speak too softly or too loudly to the point where my voice sounds annoying I hate it.

Do you still talk to your first love? Interestingly enough I do! He was the first real crush I had, I liked him in elementary and was the boy that I’ve liked for the longest. I liked him off and on until the beginning of high school hah, we go to the same college and we speak sometimes lmao

How many exes do you have? Only 1

How many songs are in your playlist? There are currently 24 songs in my summer playlist but I need to add more

What instruments can you play? I used to play the clarinet from 6th-9th grade so only 1

What do you have the most pictures of? Pictures of nct, my friends, Minho, and aesthetic pictures. Weird pictures too lol

Where would you like to go before you die? I’m honestly not sure but probably like a forest or a place that’s VERY green and secluded... probably has a waterfall and all

What’s your Zodiac? Cancer

Do you relate to it? Mostly, yeah. Cancers are seen as very emotional, and I can be i guess but never in front of others. I don’t like feeling vulnerable lsbdlsndsl. But am I moody af? Yes. Do I keep to myself? Yep.

What is happiness to you? Laughing, feeling like I’m accomplishing something, being okay with where I’m at. Not wishing for more.

Are you going through anything right now? Just worrying on how I’ll pay my way through college 🤧

What’s the worst decision you ever made? i don’t think I have one in specific, but being too worried or scared about consequences. I’m tired of overthinking things and not doing things I want to do

What’s your favourite store? Dollar tree because I’m a poor shawty

What’s your opinion on abortion? A woman can do whatever she chooses, it’s her body!!!

Do you keep a bucket list? Noooo

Do you have a favourite album? Hm some of my faves are Kevin Abstract - American Boyfriend; childish Gambino-because the Internet; NCT 127-regular-irregular; modern baseball-you’re gonna miss it all. I have too many D:

What do you want for your birthday? Maybe a stray kids album? But idk which one I love them all hhhh

What are most people’s first impressions of you? People see me differently. Some think I’m really smart, nice, calm and innocent. I think others see me as chill, intimidating, artistic. I think it depends on where people encounter me. I get told a lot that people think I didn’t like them but in reality it just takes me a while to come out of my shell around new people. I’ve also been told “i used to think u thought u were better than everyone else” like i don’t?? 😭 i just have a resting b*tch face/I’m shy but I’m nice I swear!!!

What age do you seem according to most people? Get told I look like two years younger than what I am

Where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping? On my nightstand

What word do you say the most? “Or something,” “dude/bro,” “pinche vato culo” and “like”

What’s the oldest age you would date?Right now I would prefer 1-2 years older. I could do 3, but that’s kind of pushing it lol. Right now i would prefer someone closer to my age because I’m sad over the fact that it’s almost my last year as a teen. Because of that i think I would go better with someone closer to my age right now (I’ve liked people 3 years older than me before)

What’s the youngest age you would date? A few months younger, like 6 months younger at most

What job/career do most people say would suit you? Writer, artist, English/art teacher

What’s your favourite music genre? Hip hop! But i love different genres

If you could live in any country in the world, where would it be? I don’t know, I’m not the type of person that looks too much into the future. Right now I like living in Texas and going to college here

What is your current favourite song? Igloo by millic and highway to heaven

How long have you had this blog for? Like 5 months, started it in January

What are you excited for? New skz album baby!!!

Are you a better talker or listener? listener, although sometimes I suck st that too because my mind wanders a lot

What is the last productive thing you did? I tried to sew one of my shirts and turn it into a crop top but I failed lol I’ll try again tomorrow. I’ll prob read later

What do you want for Christmas? Ehhh nothing really I don’t like materialistic things all that much. I like receiving drawings and poems. Maybe new clothes

What class do you get the best grades in? This past semester I got 5 A’s minus a B in psychology so all of those 5 classes 🥴

On a scale of 1-10, how are you feeling right now? Like 4 because I’m bored right now for no reason hhh (I been saying I’m moody af 😵)

What can you see yourself doing in ten years? English teacher!! Or maybe even a writer if I improve my skills. I think I have the talent and creativity to do it, but I definitely need to further my skills

When did you get your first heartbreak? I guess the first time I was really sad was when I told a boy I liked him and he didn’t respond to my text lol. First “real” heartbreak was when my first bf broke up with me and told me he was only with me because of my body... like ok made me feel so unworthy lol :( I was 15 at the time

What age do you want to get married? I don't care too much about getting married but if I do maybe in my 30s

What career did you want to have as a child? Teacher, singer, actress, dancer lmao I used to be into a lot of things

What do you crave right now? Having something to do that will make me less bored 😪

I won’t be tagging anyone in this post because it’s really long and I don’t want to bother anyone haha. Also I’ve noticed a lot of blogs have already done this so ya :0 I’ll tag whoever wants to do it!! You can say that I tagged you and I’ll read your post 💚

[raaven-nerd]

the epic mega tag of tags

I’ve been inactive for an eternity so I got tagged in a bunch of things by a WHOLE BUNCH OF PEOPLE (THANK YOU ALL FOR TAGGING ME I LOVE YOU ALL <3) 

So i decided to combine all these tags into ONE MEGA TAG!!! I’m sorry if I don’t have every single tag that people have tagged me in, because I was kinda... inactive lol 

I honestly have no idea how many questions are in here, but I’m really excited to answer all these questions. Subtle hint for you guys to ask me questions lmao!! My ask box is always open ;)

//INTRO//

Time: 9:00AM (i’m on summer break, i’m not ditching school rn lol) 

Name: Michelle

Nickname: Mich (pronounced mish,,) and Michy (fun fact: all my friends spell this differently but the correct spelling is michy!! At least that’s how i spell my nickname lmao)

Gender: Female

Nationality: Australian

Star Sign: Cancer

Height: like 157cm LMAO i’m really short

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw (hence my branding lmao)

Languages Spoken: English, Cantonese (but badly), Japanese (but only because i learn it at school)

Dream job: GOOD QUESTION LMAO umm something medical?? But like if i was remotely talented, doing something creative would be really cool.

How many pets do you have: 1, I have a pet dog named Pepper

What am I wearing: A T-shirt from last year’s school musical that’s way too big for me and black shorts (and by that i don’t mean a T-shirt that was like part of my costume,, i mean like a merch kinda t-shirt?? but not really merch bc i was in the musical) 

Instruments/sports played: I don’t play any instruments ,, well i play ukulele badly lmao, and i play soccer and volleyball for grade sport :)

//ABOUT THE BLOG//

When did you make this account? Like,, 2 years ago?? YIKES

Why did you join studyblr? Honestly i don’t remember why,, probably bc i wanted to get better at studying and get more motivated

How many followers do you have? Surprisingly around 4800

Why I chose my url: because i’m a nerd,, and my hogwarts house is ravenclaw

//BELOW THE CUT//

Things about my personal life :000 (get that juicy goss!! lol not really tho my life is pre uneventful)

Study tips and my study routine I guess? Just about how i study lol  

Music/Book/Film/TV faves and other related thingos (aka how cultured am i?? again not really tho i’m just trying to make this sound interesting lmao) 

And some more just RANDOM things lmao (like some of these things get really random lol) 

//PERSONAL//

What are three basic facts about you? Okay so whenever a teacher asks me to introduce myself at the start of the school year, my default interesting fact is “I have a dog” and every single year the teachers are super amazed that i have a pet dog and it’s absolutely hilarious bc everyone else is like “I’m not sharing any personal information with you guys”, and the teacher ends up interrogating me about my pet dog.

That’s not a basic fact lol um.. My birthday is on the 15th of July, I’m the youngest of 3 siblings and I graduate in 2020 :))

What was the best part of your day today? Ngl this is actually a really hard question for me to answer because I am NOT in a good mental state right now… but probably watching Joe Sugg’s new vlog. That was a good way to spend a study break. OR REPLYING TO THAT ANON MESSAGE OMG everyone sending me messages saying that they’re glad to see me back just wow ;; i can’t believe people even noticed i was gone it’s just ahhughsgs thank you all so much <33 

Relationship status: um… single… yeah let’s just leave it at that

who is the first person you go to in a crisis, when you’ve had a hard day, or when you need to vent? Well… my best friend would be the first person i go to.. Except we’re on holidays right now and they have the worst reply game (bc they’re kinda not allowed to talk to me,,, it’s complicated lmao)

what is your love language? (if you don’t know it, there are plenty of love language quizzes on Google! I definitely encourage you to look it up and find it out for your benefit!) :ooo I did a quiz for this ages ago BUT I GOTTA DO IT AGAIN bc i forgot LOL 

OKAY i did it! I used 5lovelanguages.com so yeah.. Just in case anyone was wondering? But I guess my love language is quality time/words of affirmation and from highest to lowest it’s quality time (9), words of affirmation (8), physical touch (6), acts of service (4) and receiving gifts (3) 

what are the little things in your life that make you happy? Lmao all my friends bc we’re all SHORT AF.. but seriously,, just really small things can make me so happy, just being able to spend time with my friends makes me really happy?? Like we can just sit in (comfortable) silence, but i’ll be so content to just be there with my friends..  Quality time with friends?? thanks love language Does that count idk how to answer this

What is your favourite thing about yourself? Um physical thing?? Probably my hair tbh.. But like my actual fav thing about myself is um the fact that i’m empathetic, generally pre organised and good w/ time management and i can like teach myself stuff?? or maybe how i could be having the worst day of my life and i’ll still want to spread positivity and good vibes?? Yeah that’s pre cool 

what accomplishment in your life are you most proud of? Uhh i got dux of english a few years back? I was in the top 10 of 4 subjects last year so that’s pre cool? But tbh the accomplishment i’m most proud of is probably just going to the school I go rn.. OR surviving last year lol 2018 was a mess 

What’s one piece of advice to yourself a year ago? GIRL things are gonna be tough. Like really hecking tough. But it’s not worth it to hold grudges, there’s no point letting fear of what could happen stop you from doing things you want to do and you will survive and you will be stronger because of it. Don’t let what other people say about you get you down, yes, it sucks to hear people speculating about you and your private life, but they have no idea what’s actually going on, and they’re just curious . No one has anything against you. You are loved, and you are worthy, and you are strong. You got this.

what is a skill you wish you had? To play guitar!! Or to be able to sing!!

Name three places you’d like to go to. Richard Rodgers Theatre to watch Hamilton, Music Box Theatre to watch Dear Evan Hansen and the Warner Bros Studio Tour in London. (but also, Japan, London and New York)

//STUDY & ACADEMICS//

What’s your degree/favourite subject? Uhhh it was drama but i dropped that and the 2019 school year hasn’t started yet so.. Who knows?

What motivates you to study? The fact that I gotta do well and get good marks in order to get into a good uni course… and the fact that i just want to keep getting better,, and i don’t want to disappoint people and i also don’t want to do badly bc yikes its real competitive at my school so like lowkey fear of failure

What time do you do your best studying? Tbh it really depends, it’s either the morning not long after i wake up (esp if it’s holidays or the weekend), right after i get home from school, or like late at night if i get a burst of motivation (like sometimes i’ll end up studying from 10:30 to 1am which isn’t sustainable if i have to get up at 7 for school) 

Best self care tip for exam season? Don’t spend your time around people who get really stressed out. It only makes you more stressed, and you don’t need that extra worry. Positive vibes only. Stay chill!

Do you listen to music when you study? Yeah. I just listen to music with no lyrics and I’ll use @studyquill​’s playlist :DD

Where do you do your best studying? I do pretty much all my studying at home so.. home?? but i have this spot at school that i like to go to in the mornings when no one’s at school yet because it’s super quiet and i can get some quality work done there 

What’s your go to thing when studying? Write notes, do practise questions, draw summary mind maps and try to recite my notes from memory

//MUSIC//

put your music library on shuffle, list the first 15 songs

Oh boi this is going to be interesting

How Would You Feel - Ed Sheeran

Part of Me (Bonus Track) - Dear Evan Hansen

If I Could Fly - One Direction

Better Man - 5 Seconds of Summer

If I Could Tell Her - Dear Evan Hansen

Somebody to Love - Queen

Moving Along - 5 Seconds of Summer

Candy Store - Heathers the Musical

Cabinet Battle #2 - Hamilton

Guns for Hands - Twenty One Pilots

Sunrise - In The Heights

The Judge - Twenty One Pilots

Radio Ga Ga - Queen 

Defying Gravity - Wicked 

Shine a Light - Heathers the Musical 

Song stuck in your head: for some reason Acid Rain by Cimorelli just randomly came into my head when I woke up this morning?? so that i guess lol 

Last song you played: Alaska by Maggie Rogers

What are you listening to right now? well right now it’s Shine a Light lmao

what are your 5 favourite songs right now? THIS IS HARD OMG okay um Photograph by Ed Sheeran, Shout Out To My Ex by Little Mix, Fire Away by Niall Horan, Walking in the Wind by One Direction and I discovered Light On by Maggie Rogers today so that too!!

What’s your favourite lyric right now? Darling you don't have to hold it/You don't have to be afraid/You can go 'head and unload it/'Cause you know it'll be okay

Fave artist? GOOD QUESTION.. I don’t have an answer lmao but I like 5SOS, Ariana Grande’s new songs, Ed Sheeran and the soundtracks to quite a few musicals but that doesn’t answer the question lol 

//FILM, BOOKS & TV//

Last movie you saw: I rewatched Crazy Rich Asians :))

Top three TV shows: lol i don’t watch TV but all times favs include Gravity Falls and The Simpsons annnnndd um… yeah I really don’t watch much TV lol

What are your favourite books? All time fav is Harry Potter, but rn my fav is probably 13 Reasons Why (i know it’s also a TV show so i might check it out!!)

Which ones are you currently reading or want to read? Right now, I’m reading Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver. I’m only a few pages in though.

What’s the most recent book you’ve read? Finding Audrey by Sophie Kinsella

//MISCELLANEOUS// 

Describe your favourite colour without saying the name! Soft colour of love

What’s your favourite season? Probably autumn

Favourite animal? My pet dog lmao (i really like dogs but i love so many animals but we’ll just say dogs)

Last thing you googled: ‘fire away lyrics niall horan’ because i wanted to check i had the right words lol

How many blankets you sleep with: 1

If you could be a celebrity, who would you be? Probs Emma Watson or Ariana Grande

What is the last text you sent? Ummm i’ll check AND i quote “I AM,,, somewhat certain that’s correct bc like.. I don’t have any confidence in myself”  I was talking to my friend about an assignment lol

Average hours spent sleeping? 7-8 ish??? But during the school term, it could be more like 6-7 but still ain’t that bad???

WOW THAT WAS LONG if u actually stayed throughout all of this and read it all,, (which no one probably did) umm dm me your fav lyrics of the moment? yeah do that lol i wanna meet some new people 

[adhdsleepdeprivedstudent]

Appreciate Others

Ok guys I was just thinking about some people in my life today.

I was in the phone with my aunt and I was in tears because I could not bring myself to work, I just can’t get any school done so far and I was really frustrated when she called.

She said to me that she understands that I’m frustrated but that it’s perfectly ok. That i’m perfectly normal for not being able to just start something (which i didn’t know it was an adhd thing until i was diagnosed). She kept reassuring me that as much as I feel like I always have to do something, be going somewhere or be accomplishing things. She used my favorite from Winnie the Pooh (yeah that’s right) “Doing nothing often leads to the very best of something.”

And it made me think of all the times I couldn’t do anything and the people around me that helped me deal with that.

I say that because I’ve struggled with depression and anxiety from age 10. So doing nothing often leads to very bad things for me. At least when I was younger. Which saying that is kinda hilarious cause i’m only 16 so it’s not like i’m old.

Anyways. I’ll give an example of each kind of person just so you know why i say to appreciate them.

Appreciate your best friend(s). I met my best friend in 7th grade. From that day we have been inseparable. We’re sisters, my family has adopted her and hers has adopted me. We’ve really been through a lot that I won’t get into.

But I say appreciate them because a lot of the times, they do things for us that we don’t realize. Now mine, she struggled with anxiety and depression too, but she was always the one to cope better socially. Because of this, she’s been the one who led me to a vacant bathroom when i was having a panic attack at school and diverted anyone who tried to come in because it would only have made it worse for me. She’s the one who when we went to eat, would order my food without hesitation, but would encourage me to on my good days. She’s the one who protected me from myself and I’ll forever appreciate and love her for that. Make sure to thank your best friend that does that for you.

Appreciate your teachers. The ones who don’t dock points for lack of eye contact or stuttering. Freshman year, I did quite a few presentations in english and of my group (us 3 always paired) i always had trouble making eye contact which was always part of the grade, but the teacher understood that some of us weren’t as good at that as others. Last year I transferred schools and during a presentation I began to have a panic attack and it started as stuttering which my teacher recognized and dismissed me. She allowed me to make it up later by presenting it to just her.

Appreciate the kids who don’t make fun of you!!!! Like i just said, i had a panic attack begin during a presentation and the entire class was incredibly supportive because many of them understood whether it was because a few struggled with them as well or because the rest realized what it’s like. When it began one girl she just quietly whispered “hey it’s ok just focus on me, don’t worry you’ve got it. you’re doing great” and others would clap. a few kids later another kid had one as well and his was different, (he’s had them at school there before so everyone knew what to do) they just all collaborated to make him feel safe and supported and its atmospheres and kids like that that need more appreciation.

Appreciate your siblings. Now trust me, i know siblings suck sometimes and they’re annoying and all that but sometimes they’re pretty cool. My older brother and I were the only ones home one time and I had a panic attack, and he accidentally made it worse (in his defense he’d never seen me have one so). So he took my phone and started messaging a few of my friends who he knew i talked to a lot. only one at the time answered and he just explained to my brother what to do and what not to do based off the kind i was having. but my brother was proactive, he messaged someone who knew what to do, got my medication, he did what he was told, and helped. And my sisters, anytime I’m stressed they hug me but sometimes i get so anxious that when people touch me it makes me panic so they’ll have me lay down and will play with my hair instead. Or they just sit next to me in silence because they know it will help me de stress even if i can’t stand touching right then.

And appreciate strangers. Everyone is going through something or has been. Appreciate the ones who smile, who hold the door, who let you go in front of them because you only have a few things opposed to their cart full even though they were there first. Appreciate the one who offer their seat to you, who hold your place in line, who stand up for you when someone targets you.

Appreciate the ones who are rarely appreciated.

[opulvnts-blog]

the war is over ??  the day is Finally here ?? ( vine kid vc ) sup fuCKERS ! . im sahar, 20, est n’ i suck major ass tbh and i have nothin’ interesting to say abt myself except that i’ve eaten chocolate chip cookies three times in one week and i hope i choke one day , and i love everything about sad movies .  !!! god now since this rp is open ill die for ur mfing characters, fuck me up with them plots . plz like this and come and plot w me ,   u won’t regrat plotting wit me cuz i’ll show u a good time boo boos . ps . i wrote this at 4 am so y’all better tell me smth nice about kennedy or im fucking done . ily all .. 

shes a vegan. wont tell anyone bc she vv reserved . like if u asked how are u she will say smth like ‘ fuck ouuta here fucking fuckboi ‘ and like whenever u get her very pissed off she will say fuck in every single sentence . like ‘ yo dude what the fuck ?? what in the actual fuck are u fucking kidding fucking piece of shit oh my fucking gof fuck bitch” she’s not a bitch or anything she just … toO MUCH ! she also thinks of herself as superior . at times, she can even come across as sickly sweet or just kind in general . SHES incredibly wise and have good judgement when it comes to the people in their lives or the situation at hand. they may not necessarily be too book smart but it’s definitely balanced out by the extent of their street smart/wise. if she’s got an opinion, you can guarantee she’s going to voice it to the highest of volumes. it doesn’t matter whether you’ve known her for 10 years or are complete strangers on the street, she won’t hesitate to share her opinion on the matter. especially if she disagrees with yours. she’s assertive, awfully blunt and arrogant. 

HERE ARE SOME VINES THAT I ASSOCIATE WITH KENNEDY :  HERE  . HERE. HERE ANDHERE  

OK NOW OFF TO HER BIO !

her dad was a very quiet man who was soft and kind and just a goof and she was… the opposite. they got along great when she was a kid but as soon as her teenage years came she just turned into a rebellious ball of shit tbh. her dad could not handle her, even tho he tried his best. he wasn’t the yelling type at all and he’d try to make her realize she was a handful thru calm words but KENNEDY was just yolo. she wasn’t good in school. absolutely sucked at math and any science. didn’t kno the difference between geometry and algebra until 8th grade, thought she was doing the same shit. basically every science is the same. but !! she was v good in english class. like, that was her only good subject besides PE bc she was sporty as fuck and got way too intense about it also she was lowkey a bully but only bullied boys because she felt a strong need to make them suffer and she has a lot of good memories about it  jhdjsdns

 JHGDFGHSYCTG like deadass would beat guys up and be like cOME ON MY GRANDMA COULD FUCKNG TAKE U !!! she would make them m i s e r a b l e things were always kind of tense between kennedy and her mom they never really got along ??? her mom rlly resent kennedy for who she is  even though kennedy really mfing tries to be a good person for her mom to accept who she is as a person.

things got a little better  when kennedy was 6 and her little brother mikkel was born. except………things only got worse a few years later?? there was an accident where mikkel got hit by a car when kennedy was walking him home from school.obviously the entire family was grief-stricken. they just lost their 6 year old son. it was awful. kennedy’s mom blamed herself, kennedy blamed herself and her dad blamed kennedy too. they moved around a lot after their son, kennedy’s brother died,, to different states but never out of the us and it was like none of them could rly talk about it with each other either. her parents started to fight a lot and they each had different ways of dealing with their grief. her mom went out on some crisis and had a string of affairs , while her dad turned to alcohol and abuse to deal with his grief.

her dad left her mom, after the incident. her mom got rlly fucked up like she will go to parties and act like she was 18. kennedy  lived with her mother who appeared to be involved in a few crimes . kennedy appeared to be more responsible than her mother at this point lmao . they got into a car accident under the influence of them celebrating her mother’s birthday. kennedy wasn’t the one driving, but she switched seats with her mother so she wouldn’t get in any more trouble which led to kennedy going to jail for a but bc she was underage .

the cops were like well shes has no one speical so lets leave her with her dad . her dad rlly couldn’t take care of kennedy because well .. he was a mess. he was always pass out on the couch with beer stains on his shirt and a pizza box on the floor.  mia was basically an accident/surprise to her father. he had no desire whatsoever to have kids after her brother’s incident.

 sometimes kennedy would come to school with bruises on her face. she remembers the snatches of convos between girls warning each other to steer clear of the leach, and wonder what they would say if she told them that everytime her father gets drunk she’s not sure being her father’s daughter will grant her immunity. She knew people could tell with one glance, one look, one simple instant. It was her eyes. Despite the thick makeup, they were still dark-rimmed., haunted, and sad. Most of all though, they were familiar. The fact that we were in front of hundreds of strangers changed nothing at all. She spent a summer with those same eyes-scared, lost, confused-staring back at herself. Anyone she was close with would have known them anywhere. she couldn’t sleep at night knowing that her parents will abuse her for anything that she will do. she spent countless of nights staying up, making sure that she wouldn’t have any slip ups in the morning when she woke up

 she spent the rest of her senior year shut off from the world as she grieved not only her brother, but the girl she used to be. she’d always been expected to go on to university & do something that would make a hell of a lot of money, but as her classmates got busy filling out their college applications, she holed up in the school’s auto-shop, learning how to work on cars.a few months after graduation, her grandfather passed ( of natural causes, thank god ) & she received a hefty inheritance. her classmates and teachers, lmao,  watched in horror as their precious gem of a daughter shelled out thousands of dollars to purchase her own garage, with plans to become a mechanic. she's not rich,  but she does have her own money . gives her a opportunity to say ‘at least i got here all by myself and not with mommy’s or daddy’s money’ heh…. 

kennedy  is somewhat emotionally stunted. her remaining friends from high school have all gone their separate ways & she hardly speaks to any of them. she’s dabbled in a romantic relationship here or there, but most of them have ended badly. basically? she’s a disaster. 

[dansphlevels]

enemies to friends to lovers?

Jackets

Summary: Phil Lester, bad boy who wears the same leather jacket to school every day and makes a hobby out of scaring people. Dan Howell, future valedictorian who prefers a varsity jacket, and refuses to be shaken by anyone, bad boy or otherwise. And how they come together through a high school track, an English class, and a failing videography program.Themes: highschool!phan, badboy!Phil, valedictorian!Dan, enemies to friends to loversLength: 10k words

TW: language, use of homophobic slurs“Twat.” "Gaylord!“  "Asshole!”  Daniel Howell walked through the hallway, ignoring the insults hurled his way. He just kept walking, his long legs making it much faster. He hiked his blue varsity jacket up so it covered the back of his neck, running a hand through his dark, curly hair. 

 "Hey faggot, what the fuck?“ Before Dan could turn around, he was shoved up against the lockers roughly, two fists gathering up his jacket in their hands and holding him in place. "You know no one else did the assignment! Thanks to you, I’m failing English now!" 

 If it was anyone else being shoved up against the locker, they’d be shaking like a Chihuahua. The boy pushing against Dan was just as tall as he, which meant he towered over just about everyone, including the teachers. Stark black hair and a huge leather jacket that he filled out easily, Phil Lester was just short of terrifying, especially when he was pushing you up against the lockers, especially when he was angry. Which he was. Dan glared up at him, his expression annoyed, but calm. "Yeah, well, if you’d done the homework then maybe you wouldn’t be failing.”  "No one did the homework! Except you, you fucking twink.“ Dan didn’t waiver. "Phil, get off me.”  They were caught in a staring match, two strong personalities waiting to see who would back down first. “I’m not going to apologize for doing my homework, and I’m definitely not going to apologize for reminding Ms. Sanders to collect it. I worked hard on it, and I wasn’t about to give that up just because you are a fucking idiot.” His voice was getting louder, but he quickly checked himself, lowering it once more. “Now get off of me before Dr. Young sees us, and I let her know just how great of a student you are.”  He gestured to the side, and Phil checked, ready to call his bluff. But he couldn’t, because it was clear that the school principal, Dr.Young, was coming up fast.  "I can’t get another detention,“ Phil muttered. His grip in Dan’s jacket loosened, and Dan leant forwards, his voice poison.  "I know.”  He shoved Phil back, brushing off his jacket pointedly, and sending one more glare at Phil before turning and leaving to get to his next class before the tardy bell rang. - Phil slinked along the bleachers, his shoulders weighed down by his backpack in one hand, and a heavy camera pack in the other. “Hey Peej.”  Pj glanced up nervously, quickly going back to typing on his handheld laptop. “Hey Phil.” Phil slumped next to him, setting the heavy objects on the bleacher beside him. “They’re getting rid of video production.”  "What?“ Pj looked up, for real this time, his eyes wide. His hair was lighter than Dan’s, and even curlier. For all Phil cared, that’s where the resemblance ended. You could always see Dan’s intelligence in his eyes, the way he questioned everything and remained unshaken. In comparison, Pj was a Chihuahua; shaky, nervous, and small.  Phil tried not to laugh at the comparison.  "But there’s only one video class!” Pj complained, his voice going higher. “How could they get rid of this one?”  Phil shrugged. “Dunno. Something about there not being enough people who wanted to do it.” Pj’s shoulders dropped, his small form slouching forwards so he rested his elbows on his knees, and his head in his hands. “I mean… there are just five of us.”  "But video production is important!“ Phil complained, looking out at the empty track below. Or, almost empty, besides a lone runner circling the track. "What the fuck, it isn’t even track season yet.”  Pj looked to wearing Phil was frowning, and hummed. “Yeah, Howell runs there most days after school.” "Seriously?“ He shrugged. "Yeah, how else would he be the best in the school?” Pj looked back at his screen, only half paying attention to his words. “I hear he’s one of the best in the country. But it’s just what I’ve heard… Yeah, that sucks. I really liked video production.”  But Phil wasn’t paying any attention anymore. Instead his gaze was trained on the boy circling the track, his normal jeans and varsity jacket stripped away for a simple pair of basketball shorts and a light gray muscle shirt. The same boy who was the cause for Phil’s failing grade in English. The same boy who he pushed against the lockers, who despite being made smaller by Phil’s actions, couldn’t be made weak.  "Huh,“ Phil muttered. "So that’s what the varsity jacket’s from.” – "Hey twink,“ Phil called out as he strode towards Dan, who was just packing up his stuff to leave. "What was that, two laps? Damn, I should sign up for track. If that’s what the best of the best is, then I’ll just have to jog to place.” Dan gulped from his water bottle, taking his time to respond. Meanwhile, Phil admired how his sweat-stained shirt clung to the boy’s body. “It was six laps, actually,” Dan replied, still catching his breath. He managed a proud smile. “And I ran a nine minute mile, which in my book is just jogging. You couldn’t do one of my miles without going into cardiac arrest.”  "I couldn’t do one of your miles without falling asleep,“ Phil corrected, though he wasn’t sure if he’d ever ran a nine-minute mile in his life.  Dan walked up to him, so their chests almost touched, waiting expectantly, all traces of a smile gone. He smelt like herbs and sweat.  "What?” Phil asked, defensive. Dan’s voice was low and scratchy. Phil could feel his warm, labored breath on his skin. “You’re standing in front of my backpack.” Phil quickly moved to the side, watching as Dan retrieved his full book bag and slung it over his shoulders, grunting. “Now here’s the real workout. A mile run home, with a backpack heavier than an entire Pygmy family combined.”  Phil blinked. “You’re running home? Why don’t you get a car?” "Why don’t you get a life?“ Dan responded as he began to jog away, his tennis shoes pattering lightly against the pavement. — Chemistry, third block. Dan sat far to Phil’s left and a row forwards, but Phil could still see him. When the class was asked about what colleges they were applying for, Dan listed off at least five schools. Phil didn’t even have one. The teacher raised his eyebrows, saying "Wow, those are some pretty prestigious schools. But I don’t doubt that they’ll be fighting over you, Mr. Howell.” Then, he asked Dan what he was doing to prepare.  "I’ve got a ton of extracurriculars lined up for this year, and then some volunteering and track, of course. And I’ve got a part time job so I can afford sending in more than one application.“  The teacher and a few students laughed. Phil just frowned, thinking. —- "Hey, I heard about video production,” Dan said quietly, looking a little uncomfortable. “That must suck.” "Oh, um, yeah.“ Phil mumbled, taken aback. "It’s not very fair that there’s room for so many drawing classes and not even one videography one. It’s the only class I actually like.”  Dan gave him a small smile and a mumble of encouragement before disappearing back into the throngs of students crowding the hallway. —– First period English, and Dan came in late.  "Mr. Howell, I hope you have a good reason for disrupting the class,“ Ms. Sanders, the teacher, asked pointedly.  Dan’s hair was a mess, fluffy curls sticking out every which way. His eye bags were prominent. "I’m sorry, Ms. Sanders. Overslept.”  Overslept? Dan looked like he’d hardly slept. And based on the whispers that seemed to float throughout the room, it seemed as though this was the only time this year Dan had been tardy.  He plopped into his desk one row over and three seats in front of Phil. As the teacher handed back papers, Phil could just peer far enough to see the markers on Dan’s assignments- all nearly perfect scores. People said Dan might be the valedictorian.  Phil’s grades were better than normal, an attempt to bring his grade above failing. But they were nothing in comparison.  "Now, please put your homework in a pile on my desk. You should have your grades back soon. I hope you all printed it out already, remember I do not accept late work. This assignment was for a large part of your homework grade.“ Everyone started moving to the front, even Phil, who hadn’t been dumb enough to skip out on this assignment. Everyone, that is- except Dan.  Dan sat at his desk, hollow eyes wide in shock. His entire face had gone so pale it was almost green.  "Are you going to throw up?” Phil muttered, half sarcastic, half worried.  "Maybe. I… I forgot about the assignment.“  Dan truly looked like he might faint. Phil realized that while he may not care much for grades, Dan was a completely different story. This one assignment could affect his grade for the whole class- and while 10% wasn’t a big deal for Phil, it was astronomical for Dan.  Phil was a large boy, tall and broad shouldered. He was intimidating. He was scary. But he wasn’t really mean, not at his core. After all, you can wear a leather jacket and still be a decent human being, right? So when Phil turned his assignment in to the pile, he did the nice thing- and knocked over the teachers open water bottle, drenching the whole stack of papers and ruining them.  "I’m sorry!” He hurried to pick up the water bottle and clear up the mess, but the damage had been done. Students scurried away from the spill, giving Phil a wide berth for all to glare at him by.  Dan stood in the back of the crowd, one hand covering his mouth.  After a few minutes of commotion and cleaning, the teacher announced that the papers were ruined, and Phil off claiming it was an accident. “You’ll have to print off your papers again, and turn them in next class,” she relented.  Phil couldn’t see Dan’s face. But he could feel his relief. —— Phil leant against the fence, watching the track with mild interest. School had already ended, but Dan hadn’t made an appearance yet for his daily run.  "I never thought I’d thank someone for being clumsy,“ a voice said behind him, causing him to jump. There stood Dan, looking slightly more awake than he had that morning, and much more put together. He wore his usual running clothes, though today he wore a black undershirt, not a grey one.  Phil eyed him. "It’s not nice to scare people.” "It’s not nice to stalk people either,“ the boy said with a grin. "So whatcha doin’ out here Philly? Just like hangin’ by the track, is loitering an extracurricular now?” His voice was full of teasing, which Phil registered- though he chose to focus on something else. “Philly?”  Dan nodded, clearly pleased. “I’m not an advanced student for nothing. Thought of it on my way over here. I think it suits you.”  Phil was somewhere in between wanting to beat Dan up, and wanting to smile. “Huh. Why are you here again?”  The grin plastered across Dan’s face was subdued so it resembled more of a gentle, appreciative smile. “Yeah. I wanted to thank you for knocking that water bottle over, it helped me out a lot.”  "It was a complete accident,“ Phil defended. "I was shoved.”  Dan smirked. “That’s the story you’re going with? Seriously? I mean, okay, but….” he shook his head, smirking slightly. Phil could take a nap in his dimple. “Well, I gotta go. But accident or not… thanks.” ——- A week passed without any contact between the two of them. They saw each other in class, but didn’t talk. Sometimes they caught each other’s eye in the hallway, but the sea of people quickly pulled their gaze apart. Dan continued to run after school, and Phil started finding more reasons to go to the track field, whether to talk to Pj about the ending of the video program, or to lean against the fence a few minutes, ‘waiting for the roads to clear up’, he defended. Or rather, he would have defended, if anyone had questioned him.  Dan and Phil spoke again a whole eight days later, when they were walking to the track at the same time, for Phil to talk to Peej (who liked doing his homework in the bleachers), and for Dan to, well, run. Phil asked why he ran so much.  "It’s a major stress reliever.“ Dan explained, adjusting his backpack straps. "I’m sane when I run.”  "You’re so weird Howell,“ Phil said with absolutely no honesty in his tone.  "Maybe.” He shrugged. “But at least I’m sane for twenty minutes a day.”——– Dan got an A+ on the assignment in English. Phil could feel his pride, radiating all the way back to his own desk.  Throughout the entire English class, Dan kept glancing out the window; not in a bored way, but more expectant. Near the end, he physically jolted when he saw that there was a truck parked just outside the classroom, a big delivery truck. Phil didn’t get why he was so excited. The school got deliveries all the time, what was the big deal? When class ended, Phil packed his stuff and left, his backpack slumped against his back tiredly as he walked to his next class.  "Phil!“  Before he could turn around, there was a hand on his arm, pulling him towards the door. Dan. Stumbling to keep up, Phil ran behind the track star as they wove through the hallway.  "What- Dan, slow down!”  "This is barely a speed walk, keep up!“ They exited the crowds of students and Dan pushed open a door, tugging Phil outside. His grip on Phil’s arm loosened, falling until he was holding his hand. Dan didn’t seem to notice- but Phil definitely did.  Dan let go of his hand, walking around the truck, reading the labels on the packages scattered around. Phil wasn’t staring- but Dan looked really good in that varsity jacket. Like…. really good. "What are we doing out here?” Phil asked, trying to sound tough.  "I just have to…. yes! Phil, look at this package.“  Phil walked over cautiously. "Is it going to explode as soon as I touch it?” "Just read it.“  "You didn’t say no.” Phil walked over anyways, reading the label. “So what? It’s…. from Canon. So?” Dan looked at him like he was the stupidest person in the world. “Phil! It’s… video equipment.” Phil felt like he’d been punched. “Wait…. what do you- like, for making videos?” Dan rolled his eyes. “No toad, it’s for drawing. Of course it’s for videos! For video production class, a necessary class in this generation of technology.”  Touching the box gently, Phil’s mind raced. “You…. how?” A shrug and small smile. “I went to the schools with students considering to come here for school next year, and told the students and parents about our impressive video production program. Then I told Dr.Young about the new wave if students excited for video production class, and they reinstated it as a class.” He tapped on the box lightly. “I even got them to get some new equipment.” Phil shook his head, smiling. “I don’t even know.”  "I think the words you’re looking for are 'thank you’.“  Dan was smiling so smugly, and Phil found himself staring at the other boy’s lips.  Phil walking forwards. Dan walked back, until his back was pressed against the wall and Phil was leaning over him, one hand on each side of his head.  "Thank you,” he whispered.  Dan licked his lips, his eyes flickering down to Phil’s lips.  "I want to kiss you,“ Phil whispered. And he did.  Pushing Dan against the wall, he kissed him, starting out soft and getting more aggressive as the seconds passed. He pushed hard against Dan, squeezing his varsity jacket in his firsts, holding him in place. Dan’s hands fluttered around Phil, not quite sure where to land; wrapping around Phil’s neck, a hand on his shoulder, feeling his leather jacket, flat hands pressing against his chest.  Dan shoved him back, his eyes wide with fear.  And Phil just… stood there. Not quite sure whether to be angry, or ashamed, or just… sad.  Dan looked so… worried, like he’d just made a horrible mistake.  "Oh God.” "Dan,“ Phil said, the words getting stuck in his throat. "I’m…. I’m sorry.” "What?“ The boys brown eyes snapped up to meet Phil’s, still wide in shock. "No, I… shit! My next class is across the building! I’m going to be late!”  Dan grabbed his backpack from where he’d dropped it on the ground, whirling around and running back into the building.  Phil stood perfectly still, not quite sure… about anything.  Except for one thing: that was so fucking good. ——— They didn’t talk the rest of the day.———- Phil sprinted to his car, his feet splashing through the thick puddles forming on the ground. Practically diving into the driver’s seat, he slammed the door closed.  Shivering, Phil turned the car on with no intention to do anything beyond warm up. The parking lot was too crowded to move anyways.  Phil almost jumped at the sound of pounding on the passenger side door. There stood Dan, soaking wet, gesturing frantically.  Phil gestured for him to get in the backseat, and Dan jumped in, sliding into the back middle seat. “Thanks man, I almost drowned out there.”  Phil smiled with amusement. “In the rain?”  "'A little rain never hurt anyone, but a lot can kill you,’“ Dan quoted. "Why can’t I sit in the passenger seat?”  "Because my backpack’s there.“  "Nice to see where I rank.” Phil rolled his eyes. “You looked like you were in a hurry.”  Dan shrugged. His hair was extra curly from the rain, and his clothes and backpack were soaking wet. “Whatever. Do you need my address?”  "Why would I need your address?“ "If you’re driving me home.”  Phil leaned on the center consul, raising his eyebrows. “And who said I’m driving you home.”  "God did. Clearly he made it rain so I wouldn’t run home, so you could drive me home.“ Dan considered. "Also, you invited me into your car.” "You’re like a vampire. You have to be invited in.“  "Yeah, but I’m not going to bite your neck.” Dan leaned forwards, whispering against Phil’s ear, “At least, I’m not planning on it.”  "I’m not going to make you get out of the car, but I don’t uber people. This bus only has one stop, and that’s at my house.“ Dan shrugged, leaning against the seat. "Sure. Better than running in the rain.” ———– "Is anyone home?“ Dan asked, setting his backpack on the kitchen table comfortably.  "Nope, everyone’s still at work. And my brother Martyn is in university right now.” "Huh, I didn’t know you had a brother. You’re a youngest child.“ Dan stripped off his wet varsity jacket, putting it over a chair gently. "I’m the oldest.” "Does it matter?“ "Basic psychology suggests that I’d be a high achiever, and you’d be used to getting your way. Is that accurate?” Dan leant against the kitchen table comfortably, eyes flickering around the house.  Phil shrugged, ditching his damp jacket on the chair next to Dan’s. “I don’t get everything I want.”  Dan raised an eyebrow. “You wanted me all alone with you in your house, and you got that.”  "Says who?“  "Says me.” Dan watched Phil carefully. “And here I am. What happens next?” Phil snorted. “I make you walk home in the rain.”  "Lie.“  "I tell you you’re making things up.”  "Another lie. Oh, where is the truth?“  "Now I really want to make you walk home in the rain.”  Dan smiled, letting the subject drop for the moment. “Do you have anything to eat?”  "Nothing you’d be interested in.“  Dan bit his lip, considering. "Try me.”  Phil laughed, grabbing two apples from the counter and tossing one to Dan. “I was just talking about fruit.”  "That’s what I was talking about too.“  They caught each other’s eyes for a moment, exchanging a glance.  "I’m all wet,” Dan muttered, his tone making it clear he was aware of the innuendo. “Can I borrow some of your clothes.”  "Clothes are overrated.“  For a second, it was clear that Dan believed Phil. His expression dropped, replaced with one of nervousness.  "I’m kidding. Come on, you can borrow some of my clothes.”  Phil finished his apple as they walked upstairs, tossing it in his room waste basket.  His room was nice, relatively speaking. All the same bland brown furniture, scattered with figurines from different animes and video games. One full wall was covered in band posters.  Dan sat on Phil’s bed, looking around quietly as Phil got out some new clothes, tossing them over and grabbing some for himself.  "First time you’ve had a boy in your bed?“ Dan asked awkwardly.  "Nope.” Phil muttered. “I mean… I have friends over sometimes. We share a bed.”  "Oooh, friends.“ Dan pulled his shirt over his head, and Phil froze, trying not to stare. "You like making assumptions, huh?”  "Love it.“ Dan stood up and shimmied off his jeans carelessly. "Are you gay or bi?”  "Who said I’m either?“  "You did. When you kissed me.”  "I don’t remember much talking going on.“  "Actions speak louder than words.”  Phil smiled, pulling a fresh shirt on so he was now wearing only dry clothes- save, or course, for his boxers. “So how should I be taking this? You, not wearing any trousers, in my bedroom? It seems like your actions are speaking pretty loudly.” "Shut up, Lester.“ ———— "Aren’t you supposed to have a ton of after school stuff or something?”  "Meh. Everything was either canceled or hasn’t been done yet.“ "Homework?”  "I can do it at home.“  "It’s seven o'clock.”  Dan sat up fast from the bed. They’d played video games for a while, talking and bantering. When they got tired of that, they just flopped on Phil’s bed, sometimes talking. Sometimes just…. being.  Dan groaned. “I should go. I’m taking four college level classes.”  "Ew.“ Dan nodded. "Drive me to my house?”  "Legs not working anymore, track star?“  "Nope. They’re dead.”  "Wonderful.“ Phil sat up, groaning. The noise made Dan bite his lip, forcing himself to look away. "I’ll drive you, but only 'cause it’s raining, and your backpack weighs more than you do.”  Dan glanced out the window, scowling. “Seriously? Is it going to flood?” "Hopefully. No school.“  "Yeah, but it’ll set the entire schedule back at least a week. And the economic downsides-” his voice trailed off, seeing Phil wasn’t paying attention. “What, too smart for you?”  "You’re too smart for me.“ Phil sighed, and forced himself to his feet. "Come on, let’s go.”  They went downstairs, grabbing their respective jackets as they passed through the kitchen. “Oh Phil, I didn’t know you had a friend over.” "Well now you do. I’ll be back in a few.“ Before his mom could ask any further questions, Phil was out the door, Dan right behind him.  "Your mom seems nice.”  Phil scowled. “Yeah.” ————- "This your place?“  "Yeah.” Dan glanced out the window, looking at the significantly smaller house than the Lester’s’, in no rush to leave.  "Wait.“ Phil squeezed the steering wheel, forcing himself to collect himself. "You’ve been messing with me all night. I just need to know, did you like the kiss?”  Dan was tired, it was clear. Seeing his house again clearly wasn’t something that made him happy. “Actions speak louder than words, Phil.” Collecting himself, Dan grabbed one of the jackets from the back seat and his backpack from the floor of the car, getting out into the thundering rain.  "Yeah, but you pushed me away!“ Phil called out, a ring of thunder shaking the Earth.  ”After I kissed back!“  The car door was slammed, and the figure disappeared, running through the sheets of water draining from the sky. Phil left after Dan got inside, shivering and cold. ————— Phil slept well that night. Dan, with four college level classes worth of homework, did not.  "Hey faggot!”  Dan turned around, scowling at Phil. “Nice slur, asshole. What do you want?” Phil raised his eyebrows in mock surprise, taking his time to play with Dan. “What? 'Asshole?’ Tsk tsk, I hope the college recruiters don’t hear you!”  "You know nothing about college recruiters,“ Dan mumbled, scraping a hand through his hair in annoyance. His hair was so curly it was poufy- a sure sign of an all-nighter. Lowering his voice, Dan allowed himself to be vulnerable, if only for a second. "What do you want?”  "You. Under the bleachers, during third block.“  "Hard pass,” Dan snapped, turning and walking away.  "Hey twink, I wasn’t done talking to you!“ Phil ran to catch up, annoyed at the unexpectant exercise. "Chill, I was just joking. Hey Dan… Dan, stop, I’m trying to talk to you!” Phil grabbed his backpack, yanking him back.  Dan whirled around. “What.” He spat the word, like it tasted bitter in his mouth. "You took my jacket home with you last night. I have your varsity jacket in my bag, let me just-“  "Not here,” Dan pleaded, looking around uncomfortably. “Not with people watching.”  Phil raised an eyebrow, but slung his bag back on his back, the jacket remaining inside. “What? Don’t want to let people know you’re….” he leaned closer, lowering his voice to a whisper playfully. “A fag?”  The backpack loosely hanging on Phil’s shoulder thumped on the ground, thundering as loud as the previous night’s rain. Dan slammed Phil against the locker, one elbow against his throat. Dan’s eyes were glossy, and he snarled, “I’m not a fucking fag, Phil. I’m not a fucking twink. And I’m not any of the other stupid-fucking-slurs you can come up with. So shut the fuck up.” Dan held him there for a moment, staring at him with pure hatred in his eyes. Then he pushed Phil away, storming down the hall.  Dan was tardy to class that day. —————- Dan ran around the track over and over, only stopping for water. He reached his daily goal of six laps and kept going, counting mentally each time he passed the starting line. Seven….. eight…. nine…. After nine, he stopped for water once more. Lying next to his water bottle on the cold metal bench, was none other than his jacket.  Phil was nowhere to be seen. Dan got a drink, and kept running.—————– Dan and Phil didn’t talk again for a week, at least. Maybe it was more. Either way, it didn’t matter. Dan was doing more laps on the track each day, and Phil was getting better grades than ever, D’s turning to C’s, and the occasional B.  There were college applications to fill out.  Homework to do.  Running.  Lots of running.  Every day…. running. Phil stayed after some days, doing extra work with the video production class. He was made into one of the leaders, learning how to use the new equipment, preparing for next year’s influx of freshmen excited about film.  Dan kept getting A’s. No surprise there.  Dan still had Phil’s leather jacket. Phil didn’t know how to ask for it back.  But as much as they delighted in ignoring each other, eventually it was time to at least be civil. They could’ve gone longer, but apparently God was getting fed up with them, and decided some divine intervention was needed- in the form of rain.  Phil stood under a tree near where his car was parked, waiting. As soon as he caught the other boy’s eye, he nodded towards his car, walking over and getting in, following a few seconds later by Dan himself. "Hey.“  "Hey.”  They both stared out the windshield at the rain streaming down, forming little puddles on top of the unmoving wipers.  Phil sighed, reaching over and turning the car on, knocking the switch to turn the wipers on medium.  "Video production going good?“ Dan asked weakly. He held his backpack in his lap, forming a sort of wall.  "Yeah.”  "Cool.“  The car remained unmoving.  "And… your, uh, school stuff? College level classes?”  "It’s… good. Lots of homework.“  "Yeah. That’s… yeah.”  "Yeah.“ Dan huffed. "I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shoved you earlier.”  "Shoved me?“  "I shouldn’t have pushed you,” Dan corrected. “I’d barely slept that night and I was upset by your use of derogative terms towards me. But I shouldn’t have taken it out on you physically.”  Phil hummed, tapping on the steering wheel and watching cars pass by, still not even bothering to start the car. “Hmm. I actually don’t just remember you pushing me. I’m pretty sure you actually pushing me against the lockers, and then told me to shut the fuck up.” "God, you are so-“  "Not a good friend?” Phil supplied, anger clear in his voice. “Funny, I was just about to say the same about you.”  There was a moment of silence. The two boys didn’t look at each other, just staring straight forwards at the cars driving past them. The rain wasn’t letting up.  "Since when have you ever been friends,“ Dan asked, and it was a fair question. They used to hate each other, to some degree at least.  "Don’t look at me. You’re the one who saved the videography program.”  "Yeah, after you destroyed those papers.“ Dan was silent, thinking. "Why’d you do that anyways?” Phil huffed. “You act like I’m inherently a bad person.”  "Well thanks, but I don’t need your charity.“  "Ha!” Finally, Phil turned to Dan, having finally found the argument he was looking for. “That’s BS. You needed me to ruin those tests if you ever had a shot at being valedictorian. And you needed me to drive you home that day it rained, and you needed me to give you back your jacket because you took the wrong one, and you needed me not to beat the shit out of you when you screamed in my face in the hallway! Face it Dan, if anyone else were to do that, you think I would’ve just let them leave like that? But I didn’t beat you up, because-” his voice caught.  "Because?“ Dan’s voice was soft, not competitive like it usually was.  "Because if people saw that you got into a fight on school grounds, you’d be in serious trouble,” Phil finished, causing Dan’s heart to drop.  "Oh.“  Phil paused for a moment. "But thanks for… apologizing and stuff.” The lump in Dan’s throats only grew. “Um… yeah. No problem.”  An uncomfortable silence consumed the car. The parking lot had cleared out enough, so Phil started the engine and shifted the car into drive, pulling out of the parking spot. They didn’t speak again until they pulled up in the driveway of Phil’s house, and Phil parked the car. Dan looked out the window, and for the first time realized they weren’t in front of his house. “Um, Phil?” "It’s a one stop bus, remember? We’re here. Everybody off.“ —————— "Does this count as a hostage negotiation? Kidnapping, perhaps?” Phil considered, his attention half preoccupied with the video game he was playing- a racing game of some kind, not that Dan cared. By picking up the second controller, he was giving in- something he refused to do.  "Not a hostage negation,“ Phil decided, eyes trained on the screen. "We’re not doing any negotiating. And it’s not kidnapping, you willing got in my car.” "If an uber driver says 'get in, I’ll take you home’ and he brings you to the middle of a corn field to murder you, then is it really kidnapping? I mean, you did get in the car with him, willingly.“  "Not paying attention,” Phil interjected. “Too busy racing. Come in, just pick up the remote. It’s no fun playing on my own.”  "Sentences by Phil,“ Dan muttered. "Is everything you say unintentionally perverted?”  "Not all of them are unintentional,“ Phil smirked, jerking the game controller to the side abruptly. "I think that genius brain of yours is just filthy.”  Dan plopped down on Phil’s bed, groaning. Phil tried not to be /too/ distracted by the noise. “Leave my genius brain out of this.”  The round ended, and Phil set down his controller, sighing and pushing Dan’s unused one to the side. “You’re so lame. Why do you even get scholarships?” "Cause I’m smart, and charming. Just not for you.“  "I get the boring Dan. Why does God hate me?” "Shut up,“ Dan laughing, shoving Phil gently. He stood, stretching out. "I need to go soon. If I actually want to use those scholarships, I need to do my homework.” Phil stood abruptly, surprising Dan. “Wait. Come on, we have to do something first.” Dan looked hesitant, though he still managed a smile. “Like what?”  Phil leant up against the wall, giving Dan a few feet of space. “That friends thing. How stuck are we with that?”  Dan hummed, considering it. “We’re not.”  "We’re not friends, or we’re not stuck with it?“  Dan grinned. "Yes.”  Inhaling, Phil took a few slow steps forwards, the other boy’s eyes trained on him all the while. “This is me giving you a chance to run away.”  "Noted,“ Dan joked lightly, though he stayed in place.  "Last warning.”  "Got it.“  Phil stepped closer to Dan, pulling him away from the door and towards the wall, putting one hand on each side of his head. "I’m going to kiss you now.”  Dan caught his breath, eyes half closed and lips just parted and Phil leant closer slowly. “N-nice question there Phil. Good w-way to ask for my consent, y-you dog.” "I’m going to kiss you now,“ Phil repeated. "So if you want me to not, now’s a good time to tell me.”  Dan licked his lips, stuttering. “Um, y-yeah, I got the message. Nice Phil, real nice, just backing me into a corner like this-”  Phil’s lips pressed against Dan’s slowly, effectively shutting him up. And for a few seconds they both held perfectly still, lips pressed together, just enjoying the sensation. Just feeling.  Then Phil’s hand drifted to Dan’s waist, touching gently. And for a bad boy who wore leather jackets and cussed and got bad grades and probably kicked bunnies for fun, his touch was so fucking gentle, oh God.  They started moving slowly, Dan making the first move. Slow, soft kisses turned to sloppy open mouthed ones, hands wandering but never anywhere too dangerous. It was like their first kiss in many ways; how Phil kept Dan pushed against the wall like he might run off, how Dan didn’t know where to put his hands so they traveled, up and down Phil’s torso and pressing against his chest. But this time, they didn’t push him back; this time, they held tightly onto Phil’s jacket, gripping it in handfuls.  They had no reason to stop kissing. So they didn’t. Time stood still as the two boys melted into the kiss. As soon as it got too heated, they slowed down, returning to the less aggressive ones, softly easing back into a rhythm.  Dan, despite all of his academic prowess, got impatient easily. His hands wandered lower, tugging at Phil’s shirt needily, pinching the edge of the boy’s jeans. Phil carefully pulled his hands back up to his shoulders, but Dan whined, rocking his entire body against Phil’s.  Dan pushed against him, pushing Phil to step backwards as their lips never lost contact. He shoved him onto the bed, quickly climbing on top. Phil was pressed into his sheets, the smaller boy on top of him as they kept kissing, kissing, endlessly.  Phil rolled them over, gripping Dan’s uncertain hands and holding them above the boy’s head. And they kept going, only stopping when the first moan was let out.  Was it Dan? Or did the low groan of pleasure escape from Phil’s mouth? Neither was quite sure, but Phil was the one to pull back, his hands still gripping Dan’s wrists softly. “We have to stop.”  "Why?“ Dan whined, impatient.  They were both breathing deeply, all the many minutes of excursion having stolen away their breath. "Because,” Phil said, the words foreign in his mouth. He gasped for breathe, pushing himself into a sitting position. “Just… because.” ——————– "See you later,“ Dan waved slightly. "Friends?” Phil shook his head. “We’re not friends.” "Oh yeah? What are we then?“  "What are we?” Phil repeated with a sly smile. “See ya.”  "Yeah, whatever. See ya.“——————-  "Anyone join any clubs yet?” At least two thirds of the chemistry class raised their hands. Among them were the tall boy with curly hair, and the taller boy with straight black hair.  His hair may have been the straightest thing about him.  "Anyone doing…. student council?“  Three hands stayed up. Among them was Dan’s.  "Anyone doing…. any sports? Track? Basketball?” Dan’s hand remained up.  "Honors society? EIA? National Math Society?“ His hand didn’t waiver.  "Wow, Daniel, you certainly have a busy schedule. How do you have time for friends?”  Dan laughed. “I don’t.” ——————– "It’s raining again. My place?“ Dan shook his head. "I’ve got clubs and stuff. I’ll be here until five, maybe it’ll clear up by then.”  Phil’s heart sunk. “Oh. You free this weekend?” Another no. “The math team is going to a competition. It’s overnight.”  Phil sighed. “You really are busy, huh?”  "Yeah.“ Dan looked guilty. "Sorry. But thanks for the offer.”——————- They didn’t kiss for two weeks. Sometimes, they talked in the halls, or before class. Nothing too deep.  Phil like talking to Dan. He was so intelligent, Phil just wanted to soak up his words and keep them, hold them tight to be used on the next written exam.  "Daniel Howell!�� Phil called out in an announcer’s voice, jogging towards the track, the camera held tightly in his hands. "True or false, you run for track?”  Dan smiled widely, despite the sweat dripping down his forehead. “That’s true.”  "True or false, you’re going to beat the school record for fastest mile?“ Phil ran along beside Dan, having to run to keep up with Dan’s fast jog. "True! I can feel it, it’s happening this year!” "Well it better! Because this is your last chance before graduation! Do you feel the pressure?“  "I feel the pressure!” Dan laughed, his smile full of light. His entire body radiated energy, and happiness. "This clip is going to air on the first edition of our school’s new monthly TV show,“ Phil panted, the heavy camera slowing him down. "What do you have to say to our viewers?”  "Eat my dust!“  ”Daaaaan.“ He laughed brightly. "No, work hard to achieve your dreams. Now Phil, I’m going to pass out if I keep running and talking, so can I get back to my workout?” "Well there you have it audience! Dan Howell, future Olympian!“ Phil came to a stop, filming Dan a little longer as he sped off, transitioning into a sprint.—————— "Howell!”  Dan jumped. “Jeez, Phil. What do you want?”  "You’re schedule,“ Phil announced, not even hesitating. "We’re having a sleepover.” "Do I have any say in this?“  Phil held out his open palm. "Phone. And no, you have zero say.”  Dan handed Phil however hesitantly, watching as he typed in his number. “About time you get my number. Text me when.” He turned, and strode away.  "Don’t think this means we’re friends!“ Dan called back. "Never,” Phil laughed.—————–  Dan laughed loudly, the joyous noise filling the dark car with light. “Oh my gosh Phil, who even are you?”  "It wasn’t my fault!“ Phil defended. "The squirrel just came out of nowhere!”  "Only you, only you.“  "Hey, you’re the one who fell up an escalator,” Phil defended, aggressively pointing a French fry his way. “How do you even screw up that badly?”  "I dunno,“ Dan took a bite out of his burger, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I tried taking the steps two at a time. I guess the power just got to my head.”  Phil wiped his hands on a wad of already filthy napkins, making sure there was no ketchup left over when he reached for Dan’s arm. “Come on, lemme see.”  Dan held up his elbow proudly, watching as Phil inspected it, running his thumb over the scarred skin lightly. “See? Now I’ve got escalator teeth marks permanently etched into my skin!”  "Etched?“ Phil raised his eyebrows, smiling dumbly. "Seriously? Oh my God, you’re so fucking posh.”  "I told you, I was obsessed with Winnie the Pooh! And at least I’m not as Northern as you are, innet?“  Phil shoved him lightly. "Screw off.” Dan grinned. “Come here.”  Phil leaned in, though he wasn’t quite sure why. “What?”  "I wanna… wanna try something.“ Dan gripped Phil’s jawline sloppily, pulling him close to kiss sloppily. They kissed for a few seconds before Dan shrieked and yanked backwards, spluttering. "Oh God, that’s disgusting! You had pickles in your burger, didn’t you?”  Phil shrugged, smiling proudly. “No regrets.”  "I’m not kissing you again until you brush your teeth,“ Dan decided. "And rinse with mouthwash. And floss.”  "Who said we’re going to kiss again?“ The taller boy wondered aloud. "Maybe I won’t brush my teeth ever again, so that I can make sure I don’t get any more of your awkward groping.”  "If you don’t brush your teeth ever again, me not wanted to kiss you will be the least of your issues. You won’t get anyone to kiss you- ever.“  Phil looked at Dan maniacally. Carefully setting his take out bag in the backseat, he crawled over, pushing Dan against the car door and holding him in place. Dan whined, pushing against him without force.  Phil reached over and locked his hand around Dan’s chin as the smaller boy wriggled under his grip. "No, Phil!” He laughed, “Don’t you dare!”  Phil stopped before their lips touched, his head already starting to tilt. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”  Dan pouted, his chin still being held firmly in Phil’s hand. “I was just playing the game. You don’t have to ask every time.” He lowered his voice, shyer. “I like when you are a little rougher. I’ll let you know if you need to actually stop.”  "Safeword?“ Phil suggested. "Red?”  "This isn’t a fanfic, Dan.“ "Yeah, but it’s easy to remember and it gets the point across.” He rolled his eyes. “Fine. Color?” "Grassy green. Kiss me already, you’re crushing me.“  And they kissed. And Dan only was a little bit annoyed at the lingering taste of pickles on Phil’s lips.—————- "Deepest fear?” "Failure. You?“ "You’re not a failure,” Phil muttered, fingers pinching the blanket over them absently. “And you’ll never be one.”  "Hey, you said deepest darkest.“ Dan’s eyes were bright, despite the room being do dark. "And that’s the darkest,” he whispered. “You?” Phil exhaled slowly, racking his mind. “I dunno. Don’t think about it much.”  "What drives you?“ Dan asked, softly. He was lying on his side, head rested on his hands delicately.  "You’ve been in my car Dan.” "Stop evading my question.“ Phil exhaled again, closing his eyes. He lay on his back, one hand underneath his neck and the other draped across his chest limply. "I dunno. I just kind of… wake up, and keep going.”  "Sounds sad. You need something new and exciting in your life.“  Phil snorted. "Like what? Maybe I’m just lonely. What do you think, should I try to get someone in my bed? A track star, perhaps?”  "Doesn’t count,“ Dan muttered. "We’re still wearing clothes, so I’m not 'in your bed’ in that usage. Try again.” "That can be changed,“ Phil whispered, rolling over Dooley do he and Dan were face to face. His pale fingers stroked the dark hair away from Dan’s eyes almost absently. "Parents’ room is downstairs. They’ll never know.”  "I’m not sleeping with you,“ Dan decided, rolling onto his back.  "Why not?” "Cause you’ll give me crabs. I don’t know Phil, cause we’re friends? Wasn’t that your excuse last night?“ "We’re not friends,” Phil chuckled darkly.  "Oh yeah?“ Dan watched him, staring at Phil intently. As if he could read Phil’s mind by watching his hands fiddle about, read his thoughts by assessing his features. "Then what are we?” "Something dangerous,“ Phil answered quietly. "And something I don’t want to mess with. Not quite yet.” Dan rolled closer to Phil under the covers, their chests facing each other. They were touching, but only barely. Not quite cuddling. Not yet.  "When can we mess with it?“  "I don’t know. Sometime.” Dan waited, listening to Phil’s steady breathing for a few moments. “Okay. I can do that.”  He reached out his hand under the covers slowly, searching until he found Phil’s. They slowly intertwined.  Neither boy looked at each other. But both blushed, doing their best not to let on how simple hand holding made them so unsure. Because making out could be written off as lust. But holding hands meant there was something else. Something real.————— They didn’t kiss at school. They didn’t kiss in front of people. Actually, for the next few days, they didn’t kiss at all.  But they wanted to.  It was difficult to see each other what with Dan’s busy schedule. Phil had things to do too, with other friends, with videoing, and with his recent attempt to do slightly better in school. He couldn’t date someone as smart as Dan and fail school at the same time, that would just be embarrassing. And Phil wanted to date Dan, he did. So he had to get his grades up.  "It looks like we have perfect attendance today,“ Ms. Sanders noted as she walked over to her desk. "Everyone in row one, two, three…. oh, I was wrong. It seems Dan isn’t here today.”  Phil quickly glanced over. Sure enough, Dan was nowhere to be found.  "Is he sick?“  The class was filled with a low murmuring, everyone guessing why the smartest student in their class- and one of the only people in the school who cared about the perfect attendance award- was gone.  "I think he got hurt,” someone said. “I heard he hurt his leg in gym. They had to drive him to the hospital.”  "Oh, that’s horrible,“ the teacher commented blandly. "Well, I hope he gets better soon. Now class, if you’d open up your books to page 127…” "Ms. Sanders?“ Phil asked, not bothering to raise his hand. "Can I go to the bathroom?”  "I certainly hope so.“ She glanced at the clock. "But class just started, you should have-” "Thanks!“ Phil interrupted, scooping up his backpack and practically running out the door.  "Don’t forget the hall pass!”  Phil grabbed the pass, hurrying out the door. He ditched the pass against the wall, and walked right past the bathroom and out the school doors.————– The first thing Dan said when Phil entered his curtained off corner of the ER was “You’re supposed to be in school.”  "Yeah, so are you.“ Phil walked over with his hands in his pockets, observing the boot wrapped around Dan’s ankle. "Nice work there Dan. You really screwed yourself over.”  Dan rolled his eyes. “What can I say? I go all or nothing. This isn’t that bad though, doctors say I can walk normally in about two weeks. Can’t run for a month, minimum.”  He looked so sad and downtrodden that Phil tried for an encouraging smile. “Hey, if you need pity, I can give you pity. Just let me know.” Two doe eyes looked up at Phil hopefully. “I need pity.”  "You poor baby,“ Phil intoned, attempting at being helpful. "That’s horrible. You didn’t deserve it.”  "I hate your pity.“  They stayed in silence then, just allowing themselves to process everything. "I’m never going to get a track scholarship, am I.”  "Probably not. And you won’t be getting a perfect attendance award either.“ Dan sent daggers in Phil’s direction, and he held up his hands in surrender. "Hey, I thought we were still doing the pity party thing.”  Dan sighed. “Go back to school. I’ll text you my schedule, and you can pick up my homework and drop it off at my house.” "And why would I do that?“  "Because I’ll have crutches soon,” Dan threatened, “And I’m not afraid to use them.”  "I could take you,“ Phil retaliated without any merit behind the words. "Any day of the year. Even when you’re not injured.” "Yeah, whatever.“ Dan reached over and grabbed Phil’s hand, pulling him over until he could grab his collar, pulling him down and kiss the boy, however briefly. "My mom will be here soon. You’d better get out of here before then.”  Phil didn’t question it. Instead, he brushed some of Dan’s fringe aside, messing it up a bit to annoy him, and then stood. “Send me your class list. See you later.”  "You’d better. Otherwise I’ll crawl over to your house with my three good limbs and fuck you up.“ ————- Dan was laying on his bed when Phil came in, homework in tow. It was the first time Phil had ever been inside Dan’s house. It was even smaller than it appeared from outside.  Dan lay on his mattress with a mass of pillows keeping him sitting upright, with his foot propped up slightly, a bag of ice sitting lopsidedly on top of it.  "Are you trying to freeze your foot off?”  "Yes. Papers?“  Phil set them on the bed next to Dan, still looking around. "Nice place.”  "Don’t lie Phil. Anyways, thanks for bringing them. I’ll see you.“  "Yeah, okay.” Phil leant down to kiss him, causing Dan to hiss.  "Not here. Not with mom right over there.“  Phil swallowed the lump in his throat. "Yeah, okay. Yeah. Um…. I’ll see you at school.”  "See you at school.“———— From: Dan Have you finished the assignment yet? From: Phil Nah, I’m on twitter From: Dan Nm then From: Phil  what do you want? From: Dan You. Under the bleachers Jksuch joke From: Phil omg From: Dan Omg? Srly? Are you 5? From: Phil  Omg is cool slang! From: Dan Ok grandpa I’m bored  From: Phil  that’s why your texting me?  From: Dan HW is dragging me down Wanna do something stupid  From: Phil So that’s why you’re texting me From: Dan  You said it, not me From: Phil What do you want to do? From: Dan There’s the teacher’s bathroom around the corner All the teachers in this wing have classes rn From: Phil  Meet you there? From: Dan Wait a few minutes. I’ll go first. "Yes Dan?” "May I use the restroom?“  "You may.” Dan shifted in his seat, standing on one foot and reaching for his crutches on the floor. He clomped out of the room agonizingly slowly. You could hear the crutches clump against the floor with each step, even as he walked down the hallway.  Phil waited.  From: Dan Go "Can I go to the bathroom?“  The teacher sighed. "You may, yes.”  ———– "Hey Phil?“ Dan muttered in between kisses.  "Yeah?” "I really like kissing you.“  ”Good.“  ———- That Friday, there was a school wide assembly. Mostly to let the students know about track signups starting soon, and how there was a new dress code concerning hats. And, of course, the premier of the new videography program with the first episode of the monthly news.  It was pretty decent for a first episode. There were a few more students than in the old program, so there was a mesh of different 'news broadcasters’ and announcing styles. The best segment by far was Phil’s weather report, where he suggested that in the next month it would be warm and sunny with a small blizzard. Next month, it’d definitely have to be more accurate, but for now the joke made everyone laugh.  The audience quieted down when the camera began getting shaky, and the track came into view. Running on the track was a tall boy with dark, curly hair, already shiny with sweat.  "True or false, you’re going to beat the school record for fastest mile?” Phil’s voice echoed through the room.  Dan shifted in his seat uncomfortably. The boot on his leg felt twenty pounds heavier.  "True! I can feel it, it’s happening this year!“ Dan’s voice was so full of hope in the clip, mixed with the panting and excursion from running. The real Dan, the one sitting in the audience with his crutches by his side, could feel all the eyes in him. "Well it better! Because this is your last chance before graduation! Do you feel the pressure?”  "I feel the pressure!“ Dan laughed, his smile full of light. His entire body radiated energy, and happiness. "This clip is going to air on the first edition of our school’s new monthly TV show,” Phil panted, the heavy camera slowing him down. “What do you have to say to our viewers?”  "Eat my dust!“  ”Daaaaan.“ He laughed brightly. "No, work hard to achieve your dreams. Now Phil, I’m going to pass out if I keep running and talking, so can I get back to my workout?” "Well there you have it audience! Dan Howell, future Olympian!“ Phil came to a stop, filming Dan a little longer as he sped off, transitioning into a sprint. The show transitioned into another segment, something about upcoming dissections. But the damage was done.  Dan stood up shakily, getting his crutches and slowly making his way to the door. No one stopped him, not even the teachers.———  From: Phil Im sorry  From: Dan You didn’t do anything wrong From: Phil I’m still sorry  Where r u? From: Dan Library studying From: Phil Want company From: Dan No——–  Dan had more free time now. He was able to do some of his homework in gym class. He didn’t stay after school anymore for running, and Phil was driving him home every day so he didn’t have to hobble the whole way there on his crutches. ——-  "Mum, calm down,” Phil complained. “It’s only Martyn.” "Only my baby boy!“ His mum replied, wringing her hands in a dish towel. "Oh, I miss him so much! I hope he likes the food!” "How could he not? He’s been eating university food for the past few months.“ Mother Lester sent him a stern look.  "I mean, how could he not like the food? You’re a great cook!”  She nodded, pleased. “Better. Now, go change. You look like a deviant.”  "Muuuummmm…“ "No buts! Change.”  Phil slouched up the stairs to his room, grabbing out some different clothes. He glanced in the mirror. He was hardly deviant- black skinny jeans and a leather jacket just were what looked good on him. It didn’t matter, he was fighting a losing battle. His mum had been extra harsh on his appearance ever since he’d dyed his hair black for the first time- nearly 2 years ago.  His mum was wearing more formal clothes, so Phil decided he should do the same. He compromised with a pair of good looking jeans and a button up dark gray shirt- though he didn’t button the top buttons.  "Much better,“ his mum complimented when he came downstairs. "Dinner’s just about ready. Your father should be home with Martyn soon.” ——  From: Phil My brother Martyn is coming home tonight from uni Moms making her traditional dinner of salmon and mash and I can’t wait  From: Dan Lol nice My mom made her traditional dinner tonight too It’s called 'there’s pizza in the freezer, we’ll be home late’ "Oh, are you sure?“ Phil could hear his mother’s voice from the other room. "Well, I want you to stay safe. Okay, take care. Love you.”  From: Phil Oh no She was just talking on the phone with someone  I don’t know if the miracle child is coming home tonight  "Phil?“  "Yeah mum?” Phil did his best to remain plain faced as his mum explained that traffic was miserable, and Martyn and their dad had decided to just stay at a motel overnight.  "That sucks,“ Phil said, trying to sound genuine. "Oh well.”  His mum still looked concerned. “And I made all that salmon. And the house us so clean…” her eyes trailed to Phil’s lap, where he was still typing on his phone. “Who are you texting?”  "Just Dan.“ Phil didn’t bother looking up. "Why?”  "Do you… do you think Dan has dinner plans tonight?“—– Dan lowered himself into the car, carefully bringing his crutches in after him. "Hey Phil, how’re- oh shit. You look…”  "Thanks,“ Phil said sarcastically. "Mum made me wear it.” He pulled into the street, fidgeting with his gray button up briefly before putting both hands on the wheel once more.  "I feel underdressed,“ Dan muttered, buckling in. "Should I change?” "Too late. I’m already on the road.“ —- "Dan, it’s nice to meet you!” Phil’s mum wrapped her arms around the boy enthusiastically, almost knocking him off his crutches. “Phil didn’t tell me you were on crutches!”  "You didn’t ask,“ Phil retorted blandly, tossing his keys on the counter. "Can we eat now?” But his mum was on a roll. “Phil tells me so little these days. But you look like a nice boy. I can always tell, you know, as soon as I see someone-”  "Mum!“ Phil interrupted. "Dinner!”  She sighed, turning towards her son. “I’m just talking to Dan! Why don’t you be a good host and show Dan around, while I put the food out?”  "Actually,“ Dan interjected, "I’d prefer if we could just sit down. The ankle.” He gestured at his leg awkwardly. “And I’ve already seen your house, actually. When I’ve hung out with Phil. It’s lovely, really.”  Mrs. Lester beamed. “You’re so sweet. Okay, I’ll get the food.” She rushed off to the kitchen to get the food.  "Suck up,“ Phil whispered. "Yeah, well you don’t make it on to the honor roll by being an ass.” Dan whispered back. “Not that you’d know.” "Your literally a cripple, stop making me want to fight you.“  "I could take you.” Phil shoved Dan lightly. He stumbled, almost tripping over his crutch.  Dan huffed. “Rude.”  They went over to the dinner table, sitting down. It was set nicely, and the house was cleaner than normal- all in preparation for Martyn’s arrival. “Your mum must be pretty disappointed he couldn’t come,” Dan said, without context. "She was. You know he’s the favorite.“  "I know that’s why you lash out,” Dan mumbled, not looking at Phil. “Why you do the whole 'I don’t care’ act. It’s because you don’t think you can live up to the expectations.” "It’s not an act.“  "Really? So now that you’re 'friends’ with me, all of a sudden you care about grades?” He made air quotes at the word 'friends’.  "Why would you think that?“ "The English homework.”  "What about it?“  ”You did it.“ "Dinner’s ready!” Mrs. Lester announced cheerily. “I hope you like fish, Dan!”  Dan put on a big, happy, parent-pleasing smile. “I love it.”— "I do student council, EIA, track, math society…“ Dan ticked off the list, going through all his different extracurriculars and clubs. "And four college level classes. But those are during school, so they hardly count.”  Mrs. Lester smiled in disbelief. “Wow, that’s…. certainly a lot.”  "Dan’s an honors student,“ Phil added, spearing a piece of salmon with his fork. "People are saying he’ll be valedictorian this year.” "Wow, that’s impressive.“  "And completely unnecessary,” Dan argued. “Superlatives like valedictorian were formed just for the sake of bragging rights. They’re completely unnecessary, and do little in the way of anything besides giving an individual an inflated sense of self.”  Mrs. Lester nodded along, clearly impressed at his humility.  From: Phil so you don’t care if you don’t get it? From: Dan Please. You’d have to rip that title out of my cold, dead hands. "You’re so humble,“ Mrs. Lester complimented. "And smart. Phil, you should take notes.” She turned to Dan, holding a hand up as if that would keep Phil from hearing her words. “Phil really is smart, but he just doesn’t try. I worry for him.” Dan played along, shielding his words from Phil with a hand. “I don’t think you have to worry. Phil actually gets pretty good grades.”  From: Phil Liar "And I think if he tried, he could get into film school.“ Dan added.  Phil’s eyes widened.  "Phil!” His mother announced in shock. “Film school?”  "It was just an idea,“ Phil tried to defend. "I wouldn’t actually-”  "You need to get a degree in business,“ she reprimanded. "Like your father. And like Martyn.”  "Mum, I-“  "Listen to me, because this is important! Business school is the only way to make money in this economy, and you need to-”  From: Dan Sorry– "Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to… set her off like that. I just thought she knew.“  Phil sighed, unbuttoning his shirt. "It’s fine. She’s just…. passionate.”  Dan nodded, sitting on Phil’s bed. “So. Business school?”  He snorted. “Nope, not on my radar. I want to go to film school, and she’ll just have to accept that.” He smiled smalley. “This way, she can start getting accustomed to the idea.”  Dan nodded again, pulling his own shirt off and tossing it to the side carelessly. “What’ll you do with it? Make movies or something?” Phil shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve always kinda wanted to be a weather man, but…”  "'Warm and sunny with a small blizzard’“ Dan quoted from the school’s monthly news. "You had the charisma, that’s for sure. Maybe not the math…” "You don’t know,“ Phil chided playfully. "Maybe we’ll wake up tomorrow to two feet of snow!”  "You’re crazy,“ Dan laughed playfully, pulling down his pants, being careful with the boot.  "Maybe.” Phil looked out the window at the night sky, as if looking for signs of snow. “I heard of this thing. It’s called 'video blogging’.”  Dan tossed his pants to the side, climbing into Phil’s bed familiarly. “Yeah? Like, blogging about your life… but as a video?”  Phil nodded. “I don’t know if I could ever make money from it, but it’d be cool to try. What do you think? Would you try?” He crawled in bed next to Dan, pulling up the covers around his midsection.  Dan just laughed. “Nah, film isn’t for me. I’m going to study law. That’s where my future is.”  Phil nodded in acceptance. “I guess. But who knows? Maybe YouTube will blow up one day.”  Dan smiled. “And maybe tomorrow there will be a blizzard. I guess it’s possible.”  With that, they curled up together, the blankets and their shared body heat keeping them warm. Dan reached out slowly, and clasped Phil’s hand.  "I want this,“ he whispered. "Yeah?”  "Yeah.“ - Neither had the foresight to set an alarm. But it didn’t matter. Because when they woke up, they were greeted with the news that school was closed- due to the two feet of snow that had fallen as they slept. 

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