#p:kit.zuri

[cosmicliving-blog]

lock down # zit

Kit was having a god awful week. Month was probably more accurate. Everything had sucked since prom when Zuri showed up with someone who was clearly not him and laughing and slow dancing with a guy who wasn’t him. So, Kit basically decided to give up on girls since the ones he liked always turned out to not like him and break his heart and he was really tired of the damage. Dying alone sounded a lot less troublesome and as he trudged through the hall towards his next class it didn’t seem half bad. He wouldn’t have to share his chips or his favorite cereal. He’d just worry about himself. 

He shifted his back pack on his shoulder as he continued to try and convince himself that a lonely life was best when the loud speaker crackled and the principals voice sounded, announcing that they’d be participating in a lock down drill and anyone in the halls needed to go to the nearest classroom and stay away from the windows. Kit groaned and slowed his walk as he searched for an empty dark classroom to sit in until this dumb charade was over. Seeing an open door with the lights off, he quickly ducked in and shut the door behind him to keep anyone else from entering his personal lock down room. But it seemed he was a bit late in that respect as something shifted in the room behind him and he spun around to spot probably the last person he wanted to see. “Zuri?”

[cosmicliving-blog]

wherefore art thou romeo? #zit

Kit felt like an absolute idiot standing in front of his English class wearing whatever dumb musty hat Mrs. Brooks had stashed away in her closet. It didn’t help that of course they got assigned the most cliche part of the entire play and that he kind of had a dislike for his acting partner. The past week preparing this stupid, overly done scene had been torture for him. She was bossy and though she could act she took it too seriously. Kit thought one simple read through and a ‘you stand here, I’ll stand here’ would’ve been ample. But not for Zuri. With Zuri they weren’t allowed their books and everything had to be perfect. 

He was just glad it was over and they could get it over with. Kit was also glad to laugh along with the rest of his class at the chokers and at Bobby whose face turned a new shade of green. Because, though Kit felt stupid standing in front of the class, he wasn’t a choker and talking in front of people came easily to him. But it didn’t help that Zuri insisted she get a desk to stand on for the ‘balcony’ and the hat was really starting to itch and he hoped he didn’t get lice. “When you’re ready,” Mrs. Brooks said, motioning toward the two as Zuri steadied the desk beneath her feet and Kit groaned inwardly before parting his lips. “She speaks.O, speak again, bright angel! For thou artAs glorious to this night, being o'er my head,As is a wingèd messenger of heavenUnto the white, upturnèd, wondering eyesOf mortals that fall back to gaze on himWhen he bestrides the lazy-puffing cloudsAnd sails upon the bosom of the air.”