Skull

The Last Summer || HS!AU

Theodore flopped unto a love seat, stretching out on it languidly. He made sure to take up the entire space with his body, using the couch as a bed. “Today after school,” he answered without looking at Oscar, all his attention fixated on the bagel in his hand. ‘Course, it’ll be the only breakfast he had and he would be hungry afterwards, but he could buy another or wait til lunch. Buying another wouldn’t fully sate his hunger either but cosi va il mondo.

Ted continued to pretty much ignore Oscar for the following minutes because, hey, food. But the bagel was small and he finished it pretty quickly— and his stomach still growled afterwards. Damn it all.

“The breakfast bagels need bigger proportions,” he muttered, “none of this tiny crap. This is my only breakfast, damn it. I sacrifice cooking time for sleep in the morning.”

Especially considering he heard they’d just hired a gourmet food service to make lunches (the tuition for this school was ridiculous, it was the least they could do) they could make the breakfast bigger, damn it.

#skullxthexfox #bewaretheweirdside #//no short is good #...i don't believe i just said that

Oscar watched Theodore take up the entire seat himself without a surprise and went stand by the wall knowingly. He was then ignored, which he was rather used to and just quietly took out his notes to review the things Face taught him the other day during the phase of silence.

Brandon had help him a lot on his school work. For that Oscar was grateful, and tried his best to keep his grades up to prove to Brandon that he wasn't wasting his time.

He put the notebook down at Theodore's complain, putting it under his arm to make a free hand to take out the pancake. "Here." Without saying much, he handed the takeout box to Theodore.

Oscar didn't have much to say about the food service himself. He hardly ever ate at school. The price was way out of his budget. The tuition wasn't any more human either, but the fact that Theodore was here was enough for Oscar to put up with that and tried not to drop out among a bunch of god forbidden geniuses and the constant reminder that life wasn't fair.

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#skullface

Year of the Future || HS!AU

Brandon watched knowingly as Oscar twitched. He personally hated the hoard as well. Oscar hated it because he wasn’t socially used to people loving and adoring him. He didn’t function well under such attention and tended to introvert when it happened. Or just make himself look really fucking scary to the point that everyone gave him a wide birth. Well, everyone except Brandon.

Brandon completely hated the hoard because he had to watch Willis be part of it. Well, in his own way. Willis was way too awkward to be one of those who tore their shirt off and threw themselves at Theo, but he was one of those who stayed on the fringe and just stared reverently at the lead singer. More often than not, Brandon and Oscar would stand to the side, practically burning in anger as they watched their respective unrequited loves. It was terrible and another reason that Brandon and Oscar were so close. Mutual hatred. Yeah, they were petty like that.

Anyways, shopping. “Brilliant,” he grinned. Because it was. Brandon loved spending time with his friends. And wasn’t it amazing he could call them friends. He hadn’t had friends growing up. Just acquaintances or business partners. Never someone his age he could genuinely call a friend. It made him all fuzzy inside, and if you called him on it he might possibly punch you. He almost told Oscar he’d given his company the night off, because he didn’t want to go in afterwards, but then he remembered Oscar didn’t know about that part of his life. No one did. So he bit his lip and nodded instead.

#skullxthexfox #itsneverboringhere

Oscar had only been mildly suspicious toward what Brandon seemed so busy doing all the time on his laptop since he started frequenting Sabates' restaurant. He might not be the smartest, but he wasn't obtuse; if only school work, it wouldn't have taken up Brandon so much time and energy. But Oscar didn't pry. If Brandon decided it wasn't something he should know, then he wouldn't go poking around the other's business. He had the decency for that.

30 minutes till classes started, more and more students started coming in the common room. The place had suddenly become alive with people's chattering and laughter. Oscar frowned slightly, catching the sight of one or two seniors who always seemed to have a problem with him. They thought Skull was being disrespectful to them, whereas Oscar never meant anything nor did he understand why they were picking on him. He just tried to avoid them as long as he can, which again got misinterpreted as arrogance. Well, he tried.

"Gotta go. Gonna go find Theo before first period starts." He said and threw his backpack on his shoulder while standing up, giving Brandon a friendly pat on the shoulder. "See you 'round, Face."

Year of the Future || HS!AU

Brandon sighed. Of course. Oscar just loved to play on his weakness. Not that he could blame him. Brandon loved to do the same to Oscar. It was just kind of what they did. Didn’t mean he had to like it. He rolled his eyes and made himself look at Oscar with a raised brow. “Why do you care? You’re still gonna haveta deal with the hoard.” Yeah, they had a hoard. It was a giant fucking fan base that mostly came because of Theo’s reputation as a man whore, partially because the girls (and some of the guys) at school thought the bad boy Skull and Mr. Social Network Face were sexy and just loved having people throw themselves at them twenty-four seven. It was annoying and they both hated it, especially since Theo loved it and Willis was (kind of) one of those admirers. Brandon’s pretty sure the only reason he hasn’t had an aneurism is because Willis is too shy to be one of the ones who take their top off.

Skull’s not so lucky.

Yeah, they both had it pretty fucking bad. And despite how much they fuck around and poke each other’s wounds, Brandon knew that Oscar would have his back if he ever needed him. Cause he was just that kind of person. And he’d have the guy’s back, too. Because he was just that kind of person.

Well, this was a depressing thing to think about first thing in the morning. Not even an hour into his first day and he kind of already wanted to go home. Definitely time to change the subject.

“So, ‘re we still gonna go supply shopping after school?” he asked, crossing his legs and folding his hands, sitting up with his back ramrod straight, his undivided attention on Oscar. Or so it seemed. His attention was never on one thing, his mind constantly whirring away in the background, analyzing his surroundings and the stock trends and thousands of other different variables. But he looked like he was at full attention. He called it his business face.

It was sort of an annual thing they’d started. He, Theo, Oscar, Penelope, and -if they could drag them along- Greg and Willis would go out and shop for all the shit their teachers demand they buy for the school year. And have a fucking awesome time while doing it.

#skullxthexfox #itsneverboringhere

Oscar's eyes twitched slightly at the mention of the hoard. People thought he didn't take the girls (and occasionally boys) throwing themselves at him because they were not wild enough, not slutty enough, not 'bad' enough like they imagined Skull was. While the truth was that Oscar was never wild or crazy or cool. He didn't have the time nor interest for that. He had grown out of that way too early.

Those creatures called 'fans' terrified him. Oscar loved music, loved the band and everyone in it, but the fans... well, he could never get the hang of them. He wasn't knowledgeable nor intelligent enough to figure what Houellebecq said that a performer is like a matador, and the audience is a ruthless beast that would brutally destroy the fighter it created any second. And the fans, the fans are those who recognize the fighter's courage and sacrifice, and wish to reward the hero with their own lively flesh. Although they were also in the audience--the collection making up the deadly beast.

It was all too much and too philosophical for Oscar to comprehend, he was simply intimidated and suspicious of the mysterious group of people. Fame also unsettled him. Oscar Sabates belonged to the working class where the only things he felt comfortable taking were those he earned by labor. And fame was too vain for him to recognize.

The supply shopping was nice, though. So he responded to that subject only. "Yeah, we are." It felt good saying 'we'; it reassured him that he was a part of the group, no matter how surreal it might have sounded, "I told my ol' man that I wouldn't come in the restaurant today." Oscar smiled. It was one of the very few occasions where he allowed himself to take a night off. The supply shopping gang started as an accident, later became a routine, and then, at some point, Oscar had started to look forward to it.

//off I go.

*shrugs*

What am I going to do with you?

#skullxthexfox #itsneverboringhere #//urrrgh i gotta go #and i still owe you a novel #imma get to it when i come back

I'm fine.

I dunno whatcha talking about.

You know exactly what I’m talking about.

#skullxthexfox #itsneverboringhere #//it is

*shrugs*

*kicked puppy face*

-snuggle plz-

You shouldn’t let him treat you like that….

#itsneverboringhere #omg yES

I dunno whatcha talking about.

#is this what it feels like to rp a victim?#it ain't that bad actually #imma treasure this experience #Skull: ......

Theo used dickishness

It was super effective

Skull was badly damaged

Skull used kicked puppy face

It’s super effective

Face used ‘let me love you’ and ‘snuggle’

Theo used glare

It had no effect on Face

#ooc #bewaretheweirdside #skullxthexfox

*kicked puppy face*

The Last Summer || HS!AU

Theodore was in something of a sour mood. It was early as hell, he could feel bruises forming on his hip from when he’d repeatedly bumped into his dresser during the process of getting clothes, Greg hadn’t woken him up, and he hated being called Theo.

It was for that reason that Ted whipped around and glared at Oscar, crossing his arms over his chest. “Do not call me Theo,” he huffed. “Ugh. Don’t you have something better to then bother me?” Though his words were harsh and his glare stinging, his words didn’t have much heat behind them. Maybe it was because he wasn’t actually that angry, maybe it was because it was too early for him to maintain his anger.

Who knows.

I just want to eat my damn bagel, Ted thought. He continued on his way to the common room, expecting the other to follow behind him.

His cousin was such a puppy, in his opinion. “What do you want, Oscar?” Oh, that charging case Greg had gotten him was great. His phone was fully charged. Time to play Contre Jour in the common room. “I don’t have a day.” Well, he had an hour. Good enough, but he didn’t care.