shoot the breeze; darby, ian.
@ abecedarbyan
There were plenty of things about boarding school that Ian could not get accustomed to - wearing formal blazers to class, sleeping at the school, accidentally seeing people you go to school with haphazardly dressed and an endless number of things - but at the same time, there were a lot of things that Ian liked about boarding school - endless food, living like 10 minutes from class meant that he didn’t have to wake up at the crack of dawn, having a pretty cool roommate and a few other perks. Of course, Ian definitely enjoyed the snacks that were constantly at his beck and called. A few quarters here and there and suddenly, there were unending amounts of candies at his whim - there was never a wrong time to enjoy a reese’s, after all. As gluttonous as Ian’s appetite was, the teen wasn’t just quenching insatiable hunger with the flurry of snacks he was purchasing. This purchase of snacks was to kill the time until he got the chance to meet up with a friend he’d made at the school.
Ian had been terrified of returning to school; there were plenty of reasons why he had his reservations to such a simple thing. He’d spent a long bit of time in isolation at the hospital. There were plenty of people to interact with - his physical therapists and doctors - but those interactions were strictly professional and not anything comparable to what Ian had missed. Luckily, his worries were put to rest when he came to this boarding school. Despite pushing a sense of obnoxiousness to his personality, Ian did make friends with people.
Things were going well for the teen this year. Much better than he had expected, which he didn’t mind at all. This year was gonna be different. In more ways than one, of course.
“I fucking love M&Ms,” Ian exclaimed as he grabbed the bag from the vending machine. It took no time for the teen to open it as he walked over to the sitting area. His school bag and supplies were thrown with little care. He sat on the chair, leaned back and popped in a few M&Ms as he hummed to himself. “I wonder when Darby will get here,” he sang to the tune of Omi’s Cheerleader, “I think I will enjoy these M&Ms while I wait for her to get over here.”