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 Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 6:52 am
Indigo sighed as she sat in detention. This was going to be a real pain. She'd have to book it home if she was going to make it to her shift at the sweets shop. But she couldn't help it. History was soooooooooooo boring and she was just sooooooooo tired! And the way the teacher droned on... and on... and on...
Just thinking about it, Indigo had to stifle a yawn. She had her history book in front of her, and a notebook. But all that was on the page were doodles of cakes and hearts and orcs. She sighed. How long had it been now? She looked at the clock. She'd been here all of 5 minutes now. Wha! This was going to kill her! Her eyes drifted to the door as a couple other kids entered the room. She watched them, checking them out, then went back to doodling. This time it was someone in battle armor.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 7:05 am
Stephan sighed as he dropped down into a seat next to Indigo. He pulled out some school books and waited till the teacher left to check his texts. It wasn't like they were terribly attentive with the detentions....it was a public school after all. He glanced over at Indigo after answering his messages.
"So, what did you get busted for?" he asked, laughing a little. Detentions were nothing new to him. It wasn't really his fault...he typically skipped gym. He hated going when the rest of the assholes in class would kick him out of the locker room so he wouldn't check out their pancake-asses. Frankly he wasn't interested in any of them, his type were more.....well....just more. Better looking, taller, stronger, better personality.....just more of everything really.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 7:12 am
"Fell asleep in history." She replied quietly before glancing over at the boy who spoke to her. She looked him over. Ah, too bad he wasn't a red head. Or a certain red head that is. Oh well. She looked over at the teacher who seemed to be looking at a magazine, with his back to the class, standing in his little teacher's office thing. "I bet I did something embarrassing like talked in my sleep or started snoring." She tried to laugh but it was a pitiful attempt.
Indigo turned the page of her notebook before asking "What about you? What did you do?" Did she have the lamest reason for being in detention? Maybe this guy did something that was pretty fail too. She wouldn't feel so bad if he had like... gotten caught firing spit wads or something. Though for the life of her, she hadn't heard of anyone doing spit wads... ever. Not outside of movies that is. She wondered why before looking at the boy once more, starting to doodle abstract circles on the page.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 7:18 am
Stephan shrugged and sighed. "Skipped gym. Hate it. Honestly the detention is better than putting up with that," he said, avoiding saying what 'that' was. His sexuality was no big secret, knew at a young age, father hated him for it, blah blah, nothing interesting there. Probably why his father never gave two shits when there was a call saying he'd skipped class.
"They usually just pass me in gym though to avoid getting me another year. Heh, not like I care, I get out of it," he laughed a little. "Who 'you have for history? Sallaway? He's sooo boring, I have him and I always conk out half way through his lectures."
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 7:29 am
Indigo tried not to laugh. She liked gym because she actually got to do something rather then sit all day. Not like anyone ever wanted her on their team for sports. She always got knocked over. And she couldn't run fast... or shoot a basketball... or hit a baseball. The point was she tried! "Gym... Ah, it's not so bad. I guess. I mean, I'd never skip. I'd just... rather some people wash their uniforms more often." She figured that it was probably worse in the guy's locker room. There were a few boys in her class that smelled even before they got on the gym floor. She didn't want to imagine what the locker room was like!
"Oh, yeah. I do. I've got him right after lunch too. So I'm full and content. And he has that monotone voice. How can you not fall asleep in that class?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 7:35 am
"Ugh, I know, and he'll like, just lecture the entire hour! I've learned to fall asleep with my head up and a pencil in my hand so it looks like I'm writing notes," he grinned, clearly proud of the skill. "I've got him first thing in the morning....there's no way I can possibly stay awake under those circumstances....and I mean like, when will it ever be something useful, right?"
He had no aspirations for any work in history....he preferred the arts, hell, whenever he was skipping gym he usually went to the sewing classroom and worked on things there. He did a good number of outfits for the drama club, so why not get ahead of some he'd promised?
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 7:43 am
"I'm lucky I guess. I have home ec first thing. How can you not wake up when you're baking muffins or cake?" Cause come on, baked goods are the best thing ever. "Hm... History is useful." She said in all seriousness. "If you want to get one one of those granny game shows. You know, where you have to know all this historical trivia." She realized that she had been doodling all over the page, and it was just a page of scribbles. You couldn't see if she had been trying to draw anything or not. She set her pencil down and sighed.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 7:48 am
"Pf, lucky. I'd kill to have home ec first thing. But I do the sewing course and I have it last class, totally great cuz the teacher lets us leave if we finish whatever project we're working on. I'm like....three projects ahead already." Again; because he worked on that rather than gym....much more fun to him.
He stuck out his tongue at the thought. "Like I'd ever be on one of those shows. Ew, think of the studying.....I do enough of that for school, bluh."
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 7:54 am
"Sewing's all well and good. But man, cooking is where my heart is. And I hear that's how you get to a guy's heart. By cooking." she looked at Stephan. "I mean I know my guy friends all like to eat and stuff, but is a girl cooking for you really so special that you're all twitterpated by them?" If it was, she had to stop bringing snacks to her game group!
"At least you can leave early if you finish. I have math last. Sometimes Ms. Miyagi won't let us leave till she's finished talking. That could be another 10 minutes. I heard kids missed the bus home because of her."
When he made a face thinking about the game shows, Indy couldn't help but giggle.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 7:59 am
"Pf, so not. I mean like, if I'm like way lonely I guess...." Then again he didn't really have a good standard for that point. But he paused a moment to mentally picture someone his type bringing him something while he was sewing. "Actually...maybe that does hold a little appeal...." a bit of a sly look crossed his lips. He'd have to start checking out the cooking classes, maybe there was someone he was interested in that took one of those classes. He certainly wouldn't be against the idea of some hotty making him dinner....who would he be to complain?
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:05 am
Indy groaned and flopped over her book. "I hope the guys aren't taking it the wrong way!" she sighed. "I only cook because I'm trying out new recipes. They're my guinea pigs." She huffed slightly and looked at Stephan. "Though the way you said that... you haven't had someone special cook for you, huh?" She slowly sat back up and glanced to the door as the teacher peeked his head out, looked around the room, then went back to what he was doing.
"Also, who are you? I'm Indigo." She thought a moment. "Though you can call me Indy if you like."
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:09 am
"Try making like....a super spicy chilli or something," he laughed rather impishly. "And nah...my type aren't usually cooks." He stuck out his tongue in displeasure. "Would like if they did....would be awesome....but so not likely," he sighed heavily. Ah well, worst come to worst he could find his ideal type and they could just like...order out every night.
"I'm Stephan, you can just call me Steph though...just make sure you say it like you're French," he laughed, adding a wink. Honestly he was French Canadian, but close enough.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:13 am
Indy shifted in her seat and crossed her legs at the knees, leaning forward like a french cigarette model, and in her best, that is, still horrible, french accent, agreed. "Alright, Ste-ffon." She tried not to giggle and shifted back to a comfortable position. "Your type don't cook?" She rested her chin on her palm, leaning her elbow on the desk. "What's your type then?" She was curious now. And he technically was the one who brought it up.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:19 am
"Mmm," he paused to think a moment. Honestly he had his type down to a perfect ideal....but honestly most got unnerved by how he could describe it. "I prefer the strong type, the type that doesn't take crap." Mm, yes....they were so appealing....and he loved the idea of having someone like that to spice up the love life. It kept things interesting to have someone like that. Unfortunately those sorts were only sometimes interested in him....so sad....but he could be resilient.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:28 am
"Hm... Can't say I know anyone like that who would even think about stepping into a kitchen... unless it was to raid the fridge." She thought. Strong? Wait, was he into the chicks who lifted weights? Eeeew. "Then again, the girls I know with that kind of personality have quite the mouth and would sooner b***h at you then get their hands dirty with some batter."
Behind them, someone spoke up loudly. "God just shut UP! The guy's a total f**!" Indy was about to yell back at them to shut up when the teacher popped his head out of the office and pointed to the kid that yelled.
"My office. Now!" There was a chorus of "Ooooo" as the boy got in trouble and trudged up to get yelled at.
"Rude much?"
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