A small surprise
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Powder NewbieNote on my phone and have a short time so this is short and jumbled)
Clear glossy doors, perfectly catching the sun's light stood in front of him, waiting to swallow him into what most teenagers considered doom and devastation. White tile floor. Almost everything would be white and an eyesore. He had guessed from photos in the sheet him mother had saved in his face, disrupting his reading of Stephen kings the singing. He had been irritable that afternoon and snapped at her, his anger hard and ready to blow. He shook it off, his hands on his backpack straps as his feet cautiously stepped forward, as if he was in a cave with a beer waking up. Tentatively. Slowly and carefully his feet trudged along, lifting onto the concrete steps leading to the buildling. Bumping into another teensger talking to his friend; paying no need to him as he continued on, his mind drifting to the recent book he had read as he ignored the kids watching him and whispering
( I gtg) -
all good dawg
The teenager found himself eventually breaking away from his typical crowd, deciding that he deserved the twenty minutes before homeroom to himself. He walked off after bidding his friends a kind farewell. He wandered for moment before coming to a conclusion about where he would spend his time alone. With swift footsteps and the use of his capability to weave through the crowd, he eventually found himself standing in the library. He had always enjoyed the library. It held a multitude of genres and authors and it appeared as though the shelves stretched for miles. It was absolutely lovely, he believed, but he typically only visited for their horror selection and the one-dollar cup of Keurig coffee they usually sold.
He went to the coffee machine, leering at the variety of K-cups that were available. Eventually, he chose Colombian Roast, which he tossed into the machine. The male waited patiently, smiling once he saw the coffee pouring into the disposable coffee cup. A small chuckle came form his throat as the machine made small noises that reminded him of gurgles. He pulled the cup away when it was filled, pouring hazelnut creamer and two scoops of sugar into the mix. He sighed happily as he placed the lid onto the cup, sauntering to the front desk with a bit of swagger in his step. He slid the dollar to the librarian, tipping his cup to her with a statement of gratitude.
To the librarian's surprise, Zander turned on his heel, heading to look through the books. He soon found himself at their terrifying set of books, his eyes scrutinizing the titles carefully as he wandered around that particular section. It did not take him long to yank a book from the shelf. It was titled "Carrion Comfort" by a man named Dan Simmons. He shivered excitedly, hurrying to front desk. Everything went very fast, and once he checked the book out, he shoved it into his backpack, taking a long, warm sip of the coffee. With that, he took to a table, setting his things down for the time being. -
Powder NewbieRosado was there, the softly spiked top of his hair poking slightly above the shelves as he quietly fingered books, looking for something new to devour word to word as his eyes went in a nest pattern from left to right, eying the titles as he tried to fine something new. This library was only slightly larger than the one he had in his family's house, a slightly unbelievable thing if you didn't see how large the house was.
He took a break from straining his eyes to find something new as he swiveled his eyes to a coffee machine. Coffee? He never really had it but the times he had he had either put too much sugar or too much creamer. his feet slowly tred over the carpet floor as his fingers gently pressed the selection buttons.
Wait, what about his cup?
Quickly he grabbed one and stuck it under, just in time for the stream of hot liquid to spurt out harsh as he let out a small sigh of relief and watched the liquid flow into the cup. To distract himself from how boring that was the process of making coffee through an automated stream he carefully eyed the selection. What kind had he pressed? He has done random. He tilted his head as he saw the name smudged over and blurred even more by tape wrapped around it. Surely, someone would let the opportunity for people to see their coffee choice?
He saw his cup was done as he grabbed it, some of the liquid quickly sliding onto his hand. He flinched as he sipped it and felt it slide down his throat. he blinked and coughed a bit as he realized it was Italian roast, his least favorite. After exchanging it for a pumpkin spice, as he looked around, not sure what to choose as he randomly waltzed to the horror section. It wasn't like he always imagined it, with stupid looking zombies and vampires illustrated on. It actually had pretty detailed things dotting the covers, drawing the attention of the young teen. He snstched a random book-hell house, by an author he had never heard of before- he swiveled his eyes, looking for a table. He saw one hidden slightly, as he sat down and didn't notice the teen in front of him. His eyes were slowly lighting with interest as he read this new book. -
Powder NewbieBump)
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asaaaah dude
He allowed himself to leaned back and enjoy his coffee for a short while. It was a rather peculiar feeling to be alone on a Monday morning. It was strange to have a lack of people at his side, their conversations usually meaningless but interesting at the time they were spoken. His friends would suggest nine thousand things for them to do, but they may only take part in only a couple. He had always liked it, but because he finally had been granted with a handful of minutes for him to keep, he believed it to feel nice to be capable of calming down for a bit. The library was a great place to do it, as well, as not too much of the student body took the time to visit it.
Eventually, he sifted through his backpack, yanking algebra 2 and trigonometry homework from it. He peered at it wearily, aware that that was his least favorite, least successful class. He slapped the paper onto the table with a pencil in hand, knowing he had to hurry to finish it. It was due first period, and he had already held back from turning in three assignments the week before. Sure, they had been excused with the use of a bulls--- excuse that his grandfather had passed away, The young blonde that taught the class, Ms. Himmler, totally bought the story and gave him partial credit. He wondered if he could milk his feigned sadness just a little longer.
He listened as he heard someone take a seat at the table he was situated at. His head shot up, his breath instantly hitching. He observed the boy, taking note of his curly black hair and rather shocking blue eyes. He blinked, his eyebrows knitting slightly as he looked back to his paper. Jesus Christ. He glimpsed around the library for a few moments before returning his attention to the other guy. "Hey, there. You, uh, mm, you any good at algebra? I'm stuck on this one problem...It's probably so easy, I just suck at this....Uh, oh!" He pointed to the equation he "needed" assistance with. "18x 2 - 39x + 20..Factor it." -
(3x - 4)(6x - 5)
that is the answer btw so you dont have to do the math -
Powder NewbieRosado looked up from his book, his face scrunched slightly in a irritable expression as he calmly replied "(3x - 4)(6x - 5)" as if everyone knew, something he knew was untrue. He glanced at the teen, gliding his eyes lightly over him as he registered who he was talking to. He took a sip of his coffee, a clump of sugar floating gently in the mixture as he stirred it into the liquid with his finger and watched it dissolve.
He returned to his book, his fingers quickly flipping the pages. He was intrigued-he never read this book before and regretted it, which was hard for him to be caught in by a horror novel. Horror movies were more his thing. He sighed as he carefully took another sip of his coffee, his blue orbs not glancing up as they skimmed over the words in the book, it's cover flapping weakly as he glanced up at the boy "telling your first period teacher your grandfather passed away again won't work, to let you know. She's more determined students at least try if there's a crisis, even if a family member passed away." He had seen the make in his first period class, finally recognizing him as he saw the glint in his eyes-one he knew was when he was trying to decide if an excuse was good enough. "Plus it doesn't help when you get a call from your grandfather after school" he added -
Zander thanked him quietly as he scribbled the answer down on the somewhat crinkled paper, writing random numbers on the remaining questions. Once he deemed that it looked presentable enough, he shoved the assignment back into the binder he had retrieved it from, returning the entire thing to his backpack. He downed the rest of his coffee, cracking his neck as he zipped the open pockets on his pack. He returned back to the other guy, thanking him once again. For some time, did not say anything, rather allowing the two to sit in a sort of comfortable silence. When he heard the other male speak, he let out his signature laugh, clasping his hands together and resting them on the table that separated the two of them. He was intrigued when he listened to his statements, discovering that they shared a class It was mind boggling to think that he had never noticed him before. He was the type that Zander would typically pick up on immediately.
"I didn't know you were in my math class, hmph. But anyway, it seems the joke is on you. My grandpa passed away three years ago, and he used to tell me that if he ever died, just use him as an excuse." He set his empty coffee cup on the edge of the table. "It seems like I kindly took his advice, yeah?" He winked, squinting at the book the other held with a sigh of recognition. "Hell House, huh? Great book. I used to read it to my cousins before they went to sleep. They preferred Care Bears, but you know." He laughed again, looking to the clock. He wondered where the time went as there were only five simple minutes before the bell would be sending them off to first period. -
Powder NewbieSorry it's so short boi
I'm lazy right now and I don't have any ideas
Rosado didn't respond, just nodded his head and mumbled "uh-huh. Yeah. Same." Without really paying attention to what came out of the other males mouth "no problem. I have to get to math." He stood up, slinging his heavy backpack onto his shoulders as he quickly turned around, his footsteps muffled on the carpet. Still as he walked slot of people glanced at him but he still ignored them, adjusting the gray sweater draped on him as he tugged the collar up, down, up, down. Finally he found the room, a neatly printed "214" on the side of the wood block as he turned the knob and walked in quickly, seating himself in his desk and flipping open his workbook, which already had every answer scribbled onto it. He always wondered as much as he could each day, printing it neatly into each workbook as he tore out the specific page and handed it to the teacher, paying no need to what she said next as he sat in his chair, stretched his feet onto the desk and opened his new book, reading it and being quickly absorbed in. -
boi u good ain't nobody forcing you to write long stuff and it's longer than a lot of stuff on here so you good
i assume they're in the same first period and all because of all that jazz so yee dawg
The bell had rung before he had even pondered the idea of exiting the library. When it did, the librarian clapped her hands, shooing him out of the area. He laughed as she did so, sauntering lazily out of the room. He glanced around, noticing that the halls were relatively empty due to the bell. His footsteps echoed just barely as he slowly made his ways through the labyrinth of corridors that would lead him to room 214, where he knew he would have to be on the lookout for the mysterious boy he had met only moments before. Tardiness was never an issue for him, at least he hoped today it would not be. He ran a hand through his chocolate hair, rolling his neck in a cool, nonchalant manner.
The room was coming up in only two hallways when he stopped, hearing a man's voice behind him. He turned on his heel, smirking when he came to see one of the security guards that typically checked for passes. The teen put his pointer finger in the air, sifting through his back pocket and grinning widely when he felt a piece of paper. He yanked it out, revealing it to be a pass. Of course, the pass was not for that day, but the guard spotted the paper and nodded, walking off without question. This prompted Zander to look at the pass, grinning when he saw it was one that had been signed by the librarian, Mrs. Lanzoni. It was marked as 10/9, exactly a month before.
He hurried to the classroom, opening it up and walking in with his dopish grin. Ms. Himmler turned to the entrance of the classroom with a scowl, her eyebrows tightly together. She crossed her arms sassily, shaking her head in disappointment. "So nice of you join, Mr. Maverick..." Her eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. "Ten minutes late." She pursed her lips, her eyes widening when he held a pass in the air. The teacher snatched it away from him, looking at the paper. "Mr. Maverick, I hate to break it to you, but this says 10/9. Not 11/9. It is November, and this is the umpteenth time you have to been late to my class, and-"
Zander held a hand in the air, his eyes softening. "Ms. Himmler, you know Mrs. Lanzoni is. She's the most ancient staff member in this school. Every now and again, she messes up the date. You can ask anybody." Some of the student nodded their heads in agreement. The instructor crumbled the paper, shooing him. That was when Zander spotted the boy, a toothy grin spreading across his facial features. He waved cheekily as he took a seat in the middle aisle, his back away from the other. -
Powder NewbieAh that's good
Totally good to be honest
Boi wait
Where is this taking place and what time period
Idk but I imagine it'd a golden age of horror movies
Idk
IDK at all
Rosado ignored the male, his work already done and neatly folded in ms. Himmler's sheet holder. He had an A in this class, no need to worry for extra credit or such in case it dropped. His eyes were glued to the book, passing the time as he heard the instructor ramble about the equation set he had just finished, simply saving back to the boy absentmindedly as if shooing a moth or trying to slap a fly. His mind was on other things, like the extra ticket he had to a horror movie tonight. His friend had to bail due to not knowing of a family reunion in Ohio so he had to find someone else. This theater required the amount of tickets to match the amount of people or they were denied entry. The problem? It was the newest in his mind and he was too excited to see it to miss the opportunity as he sighed irritably, scribbled a note and slipped it to the boy without the instructor noticing.
Hi there,
This is a ticket for a horror movie. I need another person or they won't let me in and my friends are either sick, out of town or have weak stomachs. Care to join me?
Note, if not, I will take it back and find someone else.
The ticket was glossy and taped to the sticky note, the name of the movie neatly printed onto the paper. -
what abouuuut new york new york is always fun
and it would have to be after 1989 i think bc of the book i mentioned but that can change bc i think the 1980's would be really fun
it could still be modern times but horror movies are makin a nice ass comeback
After handing in his bulls---ted homework, he followed along with whatever the teacher was going on about. Eventually, he set his book aside, pulling out a notebook where he began to mindlessly doodle. He was unsure of the direction that the drawings would take, but they were much more investing than the perplexing algorithms they were required to learn. He tapped his feet, watching the clock every now and again as the seconds agonizingly ticked along, the hour and minute hand teasing him with every movement. He sighed, looking to his paper, where a monster with sharp teeth and no eyes stared back at him. His eyes glinted with mischief as he added stitched X's as the eyes. When the note was passed to him, he rose an eyebrow, reading it letter by letter with disbelief.
He found himself growing more and more excited as he allowed himself to read, his toothy grin returning. After quietly removing the ticket from the sticky note, he scribbled onto the paper with the pen he held.
Hi there, again.
You found my weak spot already? Yes, I'll go! Sounds like a date. *insert wild chuckle here* Just kidding, but thanks for the invite, man. We could meet up some time after school.
With the conclusion of his respond, he gently and discreetly slid the note back over, his eyes widening with realization promptly after he did so. He had already promised Gregory that he would attend the apparently wild party that was to be held. He bit down on his lip, deciding that the horror movie was more worth it than a party, something that he almost always had the chance to go to. He rubbed the back of his neck, leaning back in his chair. The bell would be ringing soon, all he had to do was wait. -
Powder Newbie:o ye boy
The 1980s is perfect
New York New York
Ye
Rosado was relaxed, carefully reading the response as he smirked at the joke and folded the paper, nodding to zander as he slid the note into his pocket and continued reading hell house. He finished just as the bell rang as he slid out smoothly, turned in the book and got a bunch of books he had held for himself as he smiled, slid them into his bag and walked to his next class, English.
-afterwards~-
Rosado tapped his foot impatiently outside the school, counting down the agonizing half hour till the movie as he waited for the other male, wondering why he wasn't out already as he snorted and went to reading a book to pass the time. -
ayeeeeeeeeeee YEEEEEE DAWG 1985
and i also like that because there isn't any cell phones and computers aren't all that common and yeeeeeees B)
Zander usually did not care to take his sweet time with exiting the building, but today, he had to confront Gregory face to face. When he was finally capable of finding him. He pulled him aside from their group of friends, slowly beginning to explain that he had a new set of plans that meant he would not be attending the party. Though Gregory was visibly upset, he shook it off, actually alright with his friend bailing on him. With that, Zander turned, hurrying to the front entrance of the school. He hoped that he hadn't kept the boy waiting. Once he was outside, he glanced around until he spotted his new friend. He scurried over to him, clutching his backpack tightly. "Hey, sorry. I had to take care of something. Are you gonna catch a bus or take a car or what?" He tilted his head. "Oh! And also, I never caught your name..." -
Powder Newbie"rosado delacour." He said cooly "there's a bus in five minutes a block away right to the cinema. Let's go." He nodded for him to follow as he started walking off to the bus stop, his feet at a quick pace and soon he was out if the sidewalk and yelling at him "hurry up!" He tapped his foot again, his irritation starting to show as he didn't want to miss the movie.
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