"Yeah, sure." Rowan flushed a bit when Damien touched his hair and looked out the window to try and hide it.
Boys will be boys (CLOSED MxM ROLEPLAY)(Stalkers welcomed and appreciated <3)
"Cool, cool. Alright." Damien turned on the radio, keeping the volume fairly low still. "
"Um… are there any important things pertaining to school that I should know?" He asked.
(sorry, i'm probably not gonna be massively active tonight!)
"Uhh- not really. Except Ms Reynolds said there might be a pop quiz today or tomorrow." History. Easy teacher, but he still figured it would be a good thing to tell Rowan.
(Np ^^)
"Maybe she won't make me take it since I haven't been there…" Rowan sighed. "I don't know what to tell the teachers… I don't think they know why I was gone."
"She's not going to. She's not a bitch. Plus, we started a whole new section, sooo…" Damien shrugged. "But you need a note for the office, don't you? Say it was a medical emergency. I think the hospital should've notified them, though?"
"Probably, yeah… I don't remember being given a note, but I was kinda out of it when we left." Rowan sighed softly.
"Yeah. Maybe they emailed the office or somethin'. Won't hurt to check." Admittedly, Damien had zero idea how that process would work. At all.
"Okay… I really don't wanna have to explain my situation to anyone…" Rowan sighed.
"Uhh- you don't have to. Like- I don't think the school is gonna ask why. I don't know if they're even allowed to do that." Damien thought for a moment. "If the hospital didn't email them, I can probably go back for a note, since I signed you in and out."
Rowan nodded a bit. "I just… um… I don't know how comfortable I am talking about it… even with you, and you were there for the whole thing."
Damien came to a stop at a red light. "Dude, Ro– I get it. You don't have to tell anyone."
Rowan nodded again. "I'd rather forget it happened entirely, but I think that'll be harder…"
He sighed. "Yeah. Look, man, I dunno. I'm not trying to shut you down, but I told you before, and I'll tell you again. I don't know how to deal with this. I'm sorry."
"Sorry, sorry, I know… it's my fault, really. I know you don't have the answers." Rowan sighed. "I'll leave you alone about it."
"I didn't say- yeah. Alright. Talk to the guidance counselor, man. She might be able to help." Damien kept driving, quietly mumbling along to the songs on the radio.
Rowan nodded. "And I guess I don't have to worry about her telling my parents or anything because they barely exist."
"That's the spirit." Damien snorted. "And you basically have an excuse to skip class. It's a win-win."
"Yeah, I guess so. Maybe I should just stay with the counselor all day…" He sighed softly.
"If she'll let you, man." He pulled into the senior parking lot, grabbing his backpack from the backseat as soon as he turned off the car.
Rowan grabbed his things and got out of the car, making sure he didn't fall this time. "I'm sure my crutches are gonna be delightful here too."
"Bet they'll be great." Damien hopped out of the car, locking it behind him. "You're gonna be fine, Ro."
Rowan nodded and followed Damien inside, trying to stay close to him. He tried to ignore the strange looks he got from people who had noticed that this was his first appearance in a month.
"You need me to walk you to your locker and shit, or are you okay?" Damien tried not to pay any attention to the people staring.
"U-Um… I think I can get there… I've got a bag so I can carry my shit." Rowan sighed, looking back at his backpack.
"Yeah. Tell teachers that's why you have it, though." Damien suggested, stopping at his own locker. "Otherwise they'll bust your ass over it."
"Well, I've got crutches, so I feel like that kinda speaks for itself." Rowan paused when Damien did.
(i'm sorry, my motivation to respond lately has been absolutely abysmal. i can't guarantee my responses will be consistent, and even then, i can't say that they're going to be stellar.)
"Yeah, you'd think that, wouldn't you?" Damien snorted. "You're probably fine."
(Np <3)
"Hopefully…" Rowan sighed a bit, sticking close to Damien. "And I'm gonna be so behind…"
"Ro, it's fine. The teachers are gonna get it. You'll be okay." Damien shoved his backpack in his locker, unzipping it to grab his books out.