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@bitofglass-blog
“-Okay my hand looks bad but you should see the other guy.”
“Was the other guy a brick wall?”
“I’m fine,” Alex lied as she carried on staring out onto the lake. She sighed heavily and shook her head. “I know I shouldn’t listen to what that fuckin’ blog is saying but– it’s true, isn’t it?” She said, her tone disheartened as she threw a pebble into the water.
“That blog is stupid and I don’t think you should listen to it.” Donny stated firmly. “Though, I haven’t really read it...ever...so I don’t know what they’re saying. But I can just say it’s stupid and petty and you’re too cool to worry about stupid stuff like that.”
“So Gabriel left….and there was no understudy. Guess who’s playing Doody?”
“Sorry, but did you just say Doody?”
Rylie laughed softly. “I’ve got jumbo marshmallows too. We should go Christmas caroling.” She nodded quickly. “I could gather up some people and it could be fun!”
“I could jump with joy, you have freakin jumbo marshmallows?” Donny said excitedly, a large smile crossing his lips. “Caroling is something I’ve always wanted to do. I’ve never been but the idea is so great. We could get matching sweaters and scarves and...yeah it’ll be cheesy and cool.”
“God, I know! It’s all such a burden” she laughed. “I know you stayed late. You should take me up on my offer to study together, lab partner. There’s no need to stay behind if you don’t need to” she chuckled. Harper nodded as he spoke, smiling and taking another chip. “Yeah, the smart thing isn’t enough here, you need to dust off the memory thing. It’s the point of teats, after all” she shrugged, smirking. “I still can’t believe you went to Rolling. You are basically a cinnamon roll, I swear it’s like wanting to believe Tom Hanks did jail time” she laughed.
“My notes were sufficient enough, and I thought I was prepared for the test. It wasn’t until I actually was in the classroom with the test right in front of me that I realized that I had no idea what was happening.” He groaned, taking another few chips and eating them. Donny let out a little laugh, shaking his head. “It is surprising I survived to the Hills. I was basically eaten alive by the scary kids.”
Johnny chuckled slightly, as he could see right through his friend. “I hate you too.” He laughed along with Donny. “Same with me, or I wouldn’t be sitting alone.” Johnny glanced at the empty table he sat at. “Geez, I’m not that much older than you.”
“You’re, what, fifty one?” He asked, raising a brow. Donny reached over and snatched a bag of chips from Johnny’s tray, popping it open and taking a chip. “So what’s going on in the life of Yonathan?”
johnny-becker:
“What are you telling me we aren’t friends anymore?” He asked as a smile spread across his lips. “Yeah, it’s better than eating lunch alone.”
“Of course we’re not friends, I freakin hate you.” Donny said with a completely straight face. He wasn’t able to keep the mask for much longer before laughing, sitting down next to his friend. “I’m kidding, dude. None of my friends that are my age have this lunch, I just wanted to make sure it was alright if I sat with the old men today.”
“You should start finding ways to come to this lunch more often, Donny. You’re hilarious.”
“I’m here because of a killer biology test, it made my brain feel fuzzy and dead.” He sighed. “I do try to be funny, though. I have an open mic every Wednesday at the bar on main street. They let a sixteen year old come in, have a virgin vodka on the rocks, and spew crappy jokes. Totally one hundred percent true.”
emlee-x:
Emlee continued to sketch out her latest idea for a new piece to grace onto the side wall of an old building she had seen in the town that practically screamed her name, begging her for attention. She had even brought out a pack old colored pencils she had gotten at a discount in the art store to try and figure out the colors she wished to add into the piece, only stopping to take a few bites of her muffin or a strawberry or two. Breakfast of the gods, really, though if you asked the extremely small, though ‘well built’ to say nicely girl, strawberries were the true ingredient of ambrosia.
She hadn’t even noticed that anyone entered the room, nor could she hear them come in. She simply just kept her mind onto the sketch before. It wasn’t until she could feel a heavy thud by her and a roll of canvasing materials roll away in front of her did she look up to see a very very large male… A very large male/giant whom had seemed to be missing his shirt. He could practically ear her, he was so tall- or she were too small but she would never admit to something like that. She smiled as she tilted her head to further take in the naked man and perhaps just ogle his nakedness like a little horn dog that didn’t get enough from Seth before she was shipped off to a new foreign home before he jumped and covered himself. An amused smirk began to play at her lips as she raised a hand to wave then onto signing her words, mouthing them as she went along ‘You seem to have lost your shirt.’
Donny could feel his face grow even redder from embarrassment. He picked up a roll of canvas from the ground, the partially unrolled material held up to cover his upper body. He had no idea what the small girl was doing with her hands, and quite frankly, he was afraid. Was she throwing gang signs as him? Was she going to call her mob boss daddy to beat him up for being loud, sweaty, and shirtless? “Please don’t send your mob boss dad to kill me.” He said, his words rushing together. He had no idea the girl was deaf.
“Once I’m done putting these up, I’ll make us some hot chocolate.” She grinned. “And we can sing together.”
“YES! Hot chocolate!” He exclaimed, bouncing slightly. “Singing Christmas Carols is the best thing ever.”
Gracie laughed loudly before covering her mouth. “It’s a great place.”
Donny smiled proudly at his ability to make her laugh, proud of his joke. “Yeah, I do love it here.”
ryannsteel:
Ryann smiled. “I was everything they needed. Small, can do many flips.” She smiled. “Cool.”
“Wow, that’s an amazing opportunity, I’m glad you got it.”
ryannsteel:
Ryann nodded. “Yeah I am.” She smiled. “I do cheer for them. I have been in varsity since I was a freshman l.”
“Dude, that’s cool. You must’ve been really good to not have had to be on the freshman squad.”
Emlee sat in a rather empty art room, looking around at the empty seats before she simply decided to take a seat on the stage for live muse models and taking out her rather old and sadly beaten up sketch book while making herself comfortable. It was rather convenient with the free supplies at hand and calming to have a room to herself with no spirits to harass her while she was trying to adjust as fast as she could.
Donny had never taken an art class, and since he had dropped one of his classes due to personal reasons, he chose to take an art class. It was almost too nice to say that Donny had no classical artistic talent, and he was very aware of it. Due to his artistic inability, his grade had slipped below a C, so Donny had practically begged the art teacher to allow him to do chores or something to boost his grade. Mrs. Callahan, the art teacher, had asked him to move some supplies (boxes of brushes, rolls of canvas, easels, models) from the store room on one end of the school to the art storage room. If he were to do this, she would take his grade from a C and make it a B- (if he also practiced and proved that he at least understood the logic behind the projects). Desperate to prove himself, the incredibly tall boy obliged.
He was carrying a particularly large, heavy, and awkward box of canvas board to the classroom, his shirt long forgotten and his chest beaded with sweat. He kicked open the door, not caring that it made a loud bang as it hit the wall and bounced back once he was inside.Donny was still unfamiliar with the layout of the room, and had forgotten about the small step that lead into the main floor. Because of this, he stumbled, causing the large box to fall from his arms and smack the ground with an incredibly loud boom that left his ears ringing. He managed not to fall on his ass as he stumbled over his feet, the momentum carrying him a few feet forward. He steadied himself on one of the tables, taking a deep breath. “Well crap. I hope I didn’t break the stuff inside...” he said to himself. He looked up, jumping when he noticed the girl. His hands flew from the table to cross over his chest, self consciously covering himself. “Hi.”
ryannsteel:
Ryann shrugged. “Oh. I’m a junior.” She smiled. “I just don’t get out much or see many people, plus we have no classes together.”
“Well you’re on the cheerleading squad, right?” Donny asked, cocking his head slightly. “I’m on the JV football team, but I still go to the varsity football games and I think I saw you cheering.”
"Oh, no. I'm a sophomore so I don't have that many friends, but I spent my freshman year at Rolling Hills. So I'm newer," he shrugged, taking another bite of his burger.
ryannsteel:
She chuckled “more of just slide by and go unnoticed for the most part.” She shrugged. “I’m not that big of a fighter. Only when I’m fighting I am.”
“Ah, yeah, of course. You only bring out the big guns in a showdown.”