@absitomens // plotted
Hugh was gangly as an 18 year old. Clumsy and hyperfocused and quieter than a church mouse in class. People seemed to whisper about him in the absence of information, but he didn't seem to mind. He could share all he wanted with his best friend, and as the school day drew to a close, he planned to do just that.
They'd planned to meet outside of the woodshop and walk home together, but Hugh had a little more planned. Slipping inside the classroom, he waved awkwardly to the shop teacher and went to retrieve his project from the locker under his worktable. He kept it wrapped in a paper bag. He tucked it under his arm as he crept out, smiling despite his own secrecy. He hardly noticed Olivia before he almost bumped into her in the hall. Even embarrassed, he beamed at her.
"Olivia! I'm sorry, I was getting my class project. I got um- an 'A' on it!" He held the bag between his hands, stretching his arms forward in an effort to show his enthusiasm.













