the lost boy

sebastian johnson marcel ross class of '92 love conquers all

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alexfuckingking:

The new year was finally upon them, yet Alex felt no different. He was still the same try-hard guy, wishing the 80s had never gone away. None of that mattered to him, though. He was going to be the guy he had always planned to be: the hero. Fun, popular, good. It was a fresh year with a world of new possibilities afoot. That was what excited Alexander King and made him jump up from his seat and blast the music. “It’s 1992, dude! Get off your butt and dance with me!”

He heard the music before the voice. It filled the room and he turned to find people grimace and shy away from the raucous. Most were sporting headaches, whilst others had been interrupted in their quiet tasks. Despite this, SJ did admire the boys enthusiasm, and didn’t hesitate to jump off his seat to dance along for a moment. He would admit he had no idea what the song was, it was a few decades before his time. After satisfying the boys request, SJ was quick to turn the music down to a reasonable level. Some people looked over and seemed to appreciate the gesture. “Hey man, I’m ... Marcel,” he said, catching himself before saying something different. “I’m glad to see someone’s keeping the party going”

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legendarysarah:

Smooth. Sarah mentally noted that she may have to watch out for this one. Not much scared or intimidated her and his angelic looking blonde wouldn’t be the first. Watching him slide his book back into his bag she wondered vaguely if he was right about people queuing up to show him around. Everyone at Whittemore was so nosey that it would not surprise her if it was the case but Sarah knew beyond reasonable doubt that she, herself was the nosiest of them all and thus, it was most likely her job, “If you’re looking for credentials, I proudly host the most. Don’t let anyone tell you different.”

Coffee? She assumed that he must be from some place where people sat around drinking caffeine like in movies that she had seen with her parents long ago. She wasn’t a coffee girl herself. She found that the darkest people enjoyed a solid caffeine boost to get them through their long school days, “How about a smoothie? It’ll boost you up without the bitter comedown filled with irony and headache curses. You should probably leave your book bag behind, though, nerd.”

“Well I would like to happily declare you my official tour guide, if you’d do me the honor.” It was both a relief and a blessing that he’d somehow been transported into a body that was unknown to the school. If he had a fresh canvas to work with, then he couldn’t possibly screw anything up for Marcel, right? Soon enough he’d be back in his own body and this would have been a strange passing dream. Surely.

A light chuckle escaped him as he tossed his belongings beneath the desk he’d been working at. “Of course, I wouldn’t want to tarnish my reputation on my first day.” He wondered for a moment if this was what the real Marcel was like, a book worm, an academic. SJ was never bad at school, but felt he excelled the most in extracurricular’s. In fact he prided himself on being an all rounder. 

“That sounds great,” he said, momentarily being distracted by her smile. She had one of those smiles that people wrote about in poems, about lighting up rooms or melting the hearts of  admirers. “I didn’t catch your name.”

As they exited the library, the clerk looked up at him and smiled in acknowledgement. SJ didn’t think about it before returning the gesture and waving as he left. “That’s Mavis,” he whispered, making sure the woman was out of ears reach. “She applied for the welcoming party but just fell short.”

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karenxbell:

It was the first of the year, which meant that Karen should have been nursing a possible hangover and making a list of resolutions that would last two weeks and then violently crash and burn. Instead, she’d woken up suddenly aware that she had a massive research paper due upon returning from break. The persona of a ditz may have been adopted as a second shell to hide from the things about herself that she couldn’t quite understand, but she had no intentions of failing a class. She had to float through with Cs, selecting which assignments to skip and score poorly on, and which to put some (although it required very little) effort into. This was one such assignment.

Slipping into the library, Karen made a beeline for the section she needed, wanting to get in and out as quickly as possible. Karen Bell was not the kind of girl to ever·linger in a library, much less on a holiday. Before she could grab the books and be done with it, she felt someone’s gaze on her and looked through the bookshelf to see that she had been caught. Hesitating for a moment, the redhead walked closer to the boy.·“Do you know anything about the Dewey Decibal System?” She threw the wrong word in there carefully, tilting her head at the boy with a well practiced confused expression on her face.

SJ shook his head ever so slightly, a look of regret on his features. “No, not at all i’m afraid but i can google it for y-” the boy stopped in his tracks, looking towards the chunky computers that lined one wall of the library. “I mean, I will ask the clerk,” he said, a hopeful smile on his face.

With a quick nod towards the library assistant, he had asked the question before the girl could even hesitate. The reaction was nothing short of a humiliating laugh at his expense, but it didn’t bother SJ in the slightest. As the librarian walked off SJ thanked him and looked towards her. “Okay so the librarian told me it’s actually a decimal system, but don’t feel bad, i didn’t know either,” he said truthfully, taking a seat at the book riddled desk. “I think it’s just the numbers that help people find the book’s they are after.”

Shrugging, the boy pointed towards the books the girl held in her arms. “You’re fine though, i see you have a history book in your hand and you walked straight to the right section so, you don’t even need the system!” SJ said, looking down at his books and flicking through them, noting that he too looked to be studying history. “I think we might have the same topic, we could study together if you’d like?”

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legendarysarah:

   News travelled fast in a small school and Sarah especially prided herself on being the first face to front any welcoming committee (truth be told Sarah liked to be the face of everything). Being housed in Warwick seemed to mean that you had a big personality, or at least that was what she told everyone so as she pushed the door open she was primed and ready to meet whoever was behind it, only caused to halt by the strange remark the person on the other side made to themselves – perhaps not an appropriate time to enter. 

She hesitated only long enough to make her approach seem later, not that it mattered, once he got to know her he would know that she did not deal with any situation tactfully. The door was open and there was something bizarrely familiar about his smile, as if she had known him long before that day. School girl crush. “I heard there was a handsome devil in here, but I was actually intending to find Marcel Ross.”

“Well, you’re in luck,” he laughed, hiding his embarrassment for being caught out. “I just happen to be both,” he confirmed, finding himself very easily taking to this role of Marcel. If girls this beautiful were tempted to show him around, he could certainly get accustomed to it. Taking a step closer, he held out his hand in greeting. 

“I had a long list of applicants wanting to show me around, but,” he teased, letting his eyes linger on the girl for a moment too long. “I just couldn’t seem to find one with the right credentials.” He wasn’t sure what it was, but something about her oozed confidence, an assuredness that left him wanting more. She clearly knew who he was, and despite not truly knowing anything about his current situation, the girl felt so familiar.

He closed the book closest to him, and placed it in what looked to be his bag. “It must be time for a break,” he said, looking up hopefully. “You don’t happen to know of any places to get a coffee around here, do you?”

[sebastiansjohnson-blog]

He had woken up in the library. Books lined the walls and the slow but steady bustle of students coming in for recess had begun. It all looked similar, even felt it, but, everything had changed. To any onlooker it would appear he fell asleep while studying. His books lay across the table and yet SJ wasn’t familiar with any of them. A library card was set among the notes that had been scrawled ever-so neatly across his papers. “Marcel Ross,” he said, letting the name roll of his tongue as he inspected it closer. If it hadn’t been for the picture, perhaps SJ would have noted the year, but that shock would come at a later time.

Turning around to catch himself in the reflection of the glass did not meet the freaky friday fantasy that he’d imagined. “One handsome devil, aren’t you?” he laughed, trying to make light of the situation at hand, and failing miserably. Sebastian didn’t make a habit of letting things worry him, and yet, he couldn’t help but feel disconcerted about waking up in someone else’s life.

He tried to shake the feeling, stretching around to get a good look at himself in the window. He hummed softly, noting that everything looked exactly the same as usual. Perhaps he was twin swapping, like a modern day sci-fi parent trap or something. No matter the case, he would try to figure out as much as he can. Best not screw up anything for this bloke while he waited to be brought back to his own reality, right? Feeling the presence of someone else, he turned around quickly, smiling gently at the person in front of him.

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[sleepin]

[stydixa]

[liz-cat-meow-deactivated2020011]

friendly reminder that i have a big heart and i am trying my best

[markfluffyruffalo]

[wnq-writers]

“Why don’t you let anyone in?” He asks with frustration clear in his voice. “So that I don’t lose them, ever.” She answers without looking him in the eye

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