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@connorroth
open rp
*does the nae nae*
my perfect stepsonâŠâŠâŠ. protect him please
âMy bad, Iâm so off my game recently.â She shrugged. â I shouldâve know you were loyal to the taqueria.â Claire considered it. âIâm almost positive itâs just you, I havenât even heard that much from it yet.â She admitted. âWhy you stressing?â
âIâonno,â He said honestly. âItâs just a feeling thatâs commonly associated with learning lines, I think,â He explained with a goofy half-smile. â...Howâve you been?â
rule-breakers / connor
âOh yeah, me and him go way back.â His tone was coated with the slightest bit of sarcasm, only because it was kind of true. Matt had already met with him twice before the end of his first month at North Oak, because of skipping class or stealing or whatever. It was something to note that the Officer was probably the only staff member in the school that gave him the benefit of the doubt - even after his long list of detentions and suspensions. âHe pretty much talked the school out of expelling me that one time I set the fire alarm off for the fifth time that week.âÂ
Damn, this guy was good. It was almost frustrating. Matt shouldâve been in drama or something with the acting skills he seemed to have. Perhaps Connor was just overthinking it completely-- but, then again, it totally made sense. No junior in high school looked like that, and kids were rarely ever held back. Plus, he didnât know Mattâs life. âYou guys are practically BFFs,â Connor said, an almost nervous laugh accompanying his words.Â
âIâm sorry, they smell ugly?â Thalia questioned, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. âThe locker rooms are for people who take gym class or sports. No one would care if you stepped in to stretch.â She leaned against the line of lockers, crossing her arms over her chest. âNothing much. Waiting impatiently for Thanksgiving break. Whatâs with you?â
âYeah, ugly. Unpleasant. Gross. Brutto odore, signorina,â He expressed overdramatically, putting a hand over his heart. This was a pretty spot-on imitation of his aunt, if she were ever to smell the ugly bathrooms. âYeah, I gotta agree with you there,â He admitted. âBut! The playâs coming up, so Iâm basically this... Ball of energy until mid-November,â He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. âYou got special Thanksgiving plans or something?â
âI suppose itâs better to get the word out early but does it really need to be a whole month in advance?â A small smile found its way onto Ronnie lips,âI donât like Shakespeare, I love Shakespeare.â
Does it really need to be a whole month in advance? Connor nearly laughed out loud at that one. âThereâs this phrase used all the time that goes: âif youâre early, youâre on time, and if youâre on time, youâre lateâ,â He clarified, shrugging his shoulders. âThat would explain why weâre supposed to be off script next week. Anyway,â He handed a flyer over towards the other. âYou should go see it! I think the English teachers are giving extra credit if you do. Not like youâd need it,â He nudged Ronnieâs arm with a grin.
rule-breakers / connor
Matt decided right then that he actually liked Connor, after his proclamation of being a troublemaker. Added on to the fact that he seemed like a super chill dude, and Matt was sold. âOh, same, man. Probably the only thing Iâm actually good at.â His mind shifted back to three years ago, when he was expelled for being high on a mixture of coke and and Xanax, then forcibly put into rehab, and then five years ago, when he was caught dealing pot and put into a program for juvenile delinquents. Rewind back a couple more years, and all he had been was just a handful and a nuisance for teachers, but he grimaced a bit. Matt meant his reply to be a light joke, but he never knew how true it was.
âI bet youâre good at a ton of stuff,â Connor said, giving the other a slight nudge as if he was hinting at something. They were in a room alone-- this was a chance to get Matt to admit to being the undercover police man that he really was! Be cool, He thought to himself, shoving his hands in his pockets and narrowing his eyes slightly, smile till in tact. Be cool. Â âI, uh... I bet you and Officer T are basically old buds by now, right?â
Thalia snorted a response. âYou couldnât do that in the bathroom or menâs locker room?â She questioned, though her eyes lingered a bit longer than they probably shouldâve, mouth curved into a smirk.
âThe bathrooms here smell ugly and the locker rooms are sorta for sports dudes,â He shrugged. âWhich is a bummer since I donât think Iâve touched a football since 2003... Anyway, whatâs the haps?â
He sure was a master at changing the subject. She pressed her brush back onto the wooden surface of the tree, letting out a soft sigh. âIâve been looking at a few places. My parents are pushing for Berkeley, butâŠâ She trailed off, returning her focus to the blobs of green paint in front of her. She wasnât prepared to delve into her personal problems with Connor; at least, not now.
He nodded almost meekly, turning away and at least attempting to make it look like he was working on the tree. Despite his curiosity, he wasnât going to urge her to talk about it any more than she wanted to. âBerkeleyâs cool,â He reassured her. âBet their pizzaâs not as good as it is in Woods Creek, though,â He grinned.
She stifled a laugh, averting her eyes from his mishap to refocus on her work. âWhere some are masters at acting, others are masters at painting fake leaves onto fake trees.â After a few more dabs of paint, she stepped back to survey her handiwork thus far, a small smile gracing her features. âWe can learn from each other, you know?â
âYeah!â He responded enthusiastically. âThe âpainting fake leaves onto fake treesâ field is rapidly expanding, I hear,â He noted. Unlike the acting business; he was beginning to believe heâd never get his foot in the door. âUh... Have you thought about where youâre gonna go to college at all?â It was a random question, but to be fair, the conversation about painting trees was rapidly dwindling and he was hoping to get maybe some ideas from her. He hadnât even dared to start an application yet.
Was sacrificing her alone time worth seeing him smile? She supposed it was, though she would likely need a nap afterwards. With a small smile, she plucked a brush out of the paint can. âIâll have you know, I can wipe the floor with you when it comes to leaf detail.â She shrugged a shoulder, moving to begin dabbing paint on the wooden tree.
âI donât doubt it,â He chuckled, shaking his head. âIâm sort of mediocre when it comes to the tree-painting front? Iâm aight on stage, though,â He shrugged, attempting to fix some dripping green paint with his thumb but only making it worse. âFuck,â He muttered under his breath. âYouâre already wiping the floor with me and Iâve been painting this for... What, two minutes? A minute and a half?â
rule-breakers / connor
Matt grinned, feeling the thrill of adrenaline course through his body.·âYeah, Iâve done it before - kinda fun, actually.â He shrugged, pulling out his pocket-sized lock picking kit out of his backpack. Boredom drove Matt to teach himself how to pick a lock when he was 12, but it actually came in handy sometimes. Not just for breaking rules, but mostly for that exact reason. After fiddling with it for a couple minutes, he swung the door open.·âDone. Ready to do this?â·
Of course youâve done it before, Connor thought, resisting the urge to clench his jaw in defiance. The fact that the dude could pick a lock in record time only went to show how much special training heâd gone through to fit in with the high school kids. âTotally,â He said, faking casual like a pro. What if this was just a ploy to see if Connor was selling drugs? Was he the Dave Franco of North Oak? Was Connor suspected of marketing HFS? âIâve always been sort of a troublemaker,â He grinned. âWhat about you?â
rule-breakers / connor
@connorroth
For all intents and purposes, today was an average day for Matt. He may have failed his Computer Science final last semester, but surprisingly, he knew how to hack into the schoolâs computer system to change his grades. One of his good friends in the 7th grade taught him how to do it, and heâd been doing it ever since â nothing too drastic, changing most of his failing grades into barely passable ones â and usually, no one noticed. Most schools used the same system anyways, so it wasnât his fault for breaking in. The school should have better security systems. Lurking around the end of the hallway, Matt was waiting for Connor to show up to help him. It was always good to have someone keep watch, since technically he could be expelled. At the very least, suspended.
Yikes. Yikes. He really didnât know what he was thinking when he agreed to go through with this-- perhaps he thought this might get him a little closer to learning the truth about Matt Peterson. Pfft, he could totally pull this off! He was an actor, after all. All he had to do was bring it up without actually bringing it up. That had worked before, it would work again. âHey!â He whisper-yelled when he saw the other, looking over his shoulder before jogging over. âYou sure you wanna do this, buddy?â
Though her suspicions still lingered, she wasnât one for prying. âSure.â She silently watched him paint for a few moments, before breathing out a long sigh. âLook â I was going to go get some pizza after rehearsal, and it might be more enjoyable with a buddy.â That was a lie. âYou wanna come along?â
He looked at her for a few minutes, studying her expression before breaking into the first genuine smile heâd given all day. âReally?â He asked. âI mean-- yeah, definitely,â He nodded. He was always down for pizza with a buddy, no matter how rotten his mood was. âAnd, uh, Iâll finish the tree. Donât worry about it,â He reassured her quickly.
The use of her actual name was an immediate hint that something was not right. Not Mona Lisa, Rambo, Rome⊠just Ramona. Her brows furrowed, arms uncrossing to drop to her sides. âWhatâs up with you?â
âUh,â He paused, shrugging his shoulders and moving to pick up a paintbrush. âNothinâ,â He responded casually, waving a dismissive hand as he accented the detail on a leaf. He knew why she was asking-- shouldâve went with Mona Lisa. âI think I mightâve just got a bad nightâs sleep. You ever sleep too much and feel even more tired?â He asked with a laugh, attempting to change the subject.
Sometimes, she couldnât understand how she was friends with this kid. âWhile you were waiting for that to dry, you could have been helping out with costumes,â she replied, arms crossing over her chest. âAnd no. Paint the tree, Connor.â
âCâmon, man. The playâs in mid November,â He said. He had to admit-- he did sort of have a lot going on right now, especially with being cast as the lead at nearly the same time as his exposure and a pretty intense breakup. He supposed that was the universeâs way of balancing out the good and the bad in his life. âYâknow what? Nevermind, youâre right. Sorry, Ramona.â