"Yes, but… we could… I don't know. Meet after school? I mean, it can't be every day that you meet someone who can see you." Felix wanted to know more. He really didn't want to get off this bus right now, and his station was coming up.
Soren shrugged, an unconcerned recklessness lighting up his face. "I wonder why you can see me…" he mused. "I suppose I could go with you - it's not like anyone would care." The statement was said lightly, a fact he had grown to accept. This whole other-people-knowing-he-exists thing would need adjusting to.
"Actually," Felix said, realising something. "We don't have to meet after school. Since no one else can see you… why don't you just come with me instead? You could be in my class for a day. It's not like anyone would notice. Except me, of course."
Mischief danced in his eyes as he quirked an eyebrow. "Everyone will think you've gone mad, talking to thin air," Soren said. "Though, it can't hurt. Unless someone touches me…"
"Well, we don't know for sure that I'm not mad," Felix said with a small smirk. "And don't worry about people touching you. As long as you stay close to me, it'll be fine." He blushed a bit while saying that, but it was true. "People… well, I'm not really good with them. They tend to kinda avoid me a bit."
Soren blatantly scanned Felix, a streak of red dusting lightly over his cheeks. “Really? I find that hard to believe…” he mumbled, deciding he had embarrassed himself enough for today. “What’s your first class?”
"Math, I think… Or perhaps chemistry. I don't know. I don't keep track of my classes, I mostly just look at my schedule and take them as they come." Felix shrugged. Meanwhile, his brain realised that, well heck, he was going to have a super cute, super nice and super invisible guy next to him all day. Wow. That had… never happened before, for obvious reasons.
A small laugh left Soren's mouth. "Just rolling with whatever the schedule throws your way? That's a good way to go about life," he said, clearly lost in thought. The bus jerked left, knocking the boy into reality. Soren sighed. "School's approaching - though today might be a little different."
"I certainly hope so," Felix smiled. Who knows, he thought. School might not be as awful today as it usually was. He looked out the window. Or at least, so everyone else thought. In reality he looked at Soren's reflection in the glas, once again surprised that he could see it, when obviously nobody else could. He wondered why that was. Was it magic? Science? Some kind of spiritual link between the two of them? Or just… fate?
Right then, he decided he liked it when Felix smiled. It felt good to make someone else feel happy, to actually have an impact on the world. Soren hummed his agreement - the jittery feeling coiling in his stomach made him fearful to voice a response.
(Hey Trix how old are you? You write really good.)
Felix sat quietly next to Soren for the remaining two stops. Then, he stood up. Since he couldn't speak to him, he touched the boy's wrist slightly and nodded for him to follow as they got off the bus. The small touch felt like a tiny fire at Felix's fingertips. He had to bite back a big smile. Soren obviously didn't know that he had looked at him for a pretty long while now, every day wondering who the pretty stranger who never seemed to talk to anyone was.
(…really? I don't think I do, I'm still a young child of 13.)
He couldn't conceal the flinch at human contact. Usually that meant conspiratorial whispers, wide eyes, and random jabbing in the air as Soren acrobat-ed his way out of the situation. This time, tingles raced up his arm. He wasn't used to contact, he convinced himself, staring at the prickling goosebumps with mild shock. That was all. Contact was weird. With a nervous grin, he popped out of the bus, simultaneously trying to chase away the lingering thoughts in his mind.
(No, really, you do. You write so much better than I did when I was 13. I know that for sure, cause I found some storys that I had written from that year the other day, and they were awful. I pretty much just laughed at my bad writing the entire time while I read them. So… yeah. Don't underestimate yourself. You write really good.)
Walking the short way to school, Felix tried his very best to keep people in the crowd from walking into Soren. It wasn't easy, but on the other hand, the halls were so crowded that people probably wouldn't even notice if he bumped into them. As they came up to his locker, Felix broke out of the crowd. His heart was pounding in his chest, but it had nothing to do with the crowd or even the school.
(Aw, thanks Dam. I would be interested in seeing those stories haha)
Soren squished himself up against the locker adjacent to Felix's. Normally he would reside in a small alcove or slip into a random classroom, but the hallways of a public school? It was a bloody battlefield. He tried to subtly eye the boy's locker combination, but Soren couldn't drag his eyes away from Felix. They were so close… wow, Felix really was a beautiful specimen of mankind.
(Ah, you see, reading those stories would be rather hard. If you don't mind learning Swedish, of course :)
(Another thing tho… yesterday I was at the library and as I was looking at books I thought about how to continue this rp… and as I walking around there I found a book with like the exact same plot! Except for that they were not gay. Weird, huh?)
Felix closed the locker. "Okay, I'm done. Shall we go?" Here in the noisy hallway it didn't matter if it seemed like he was talking to thin air. No one would notice. He could be talking to exactly anyone in the crowd.
(Oh XD, and yeah that's weird. Maybe the prompt was based off of it?)
A flinch ran up his spine; old habits still intact. He tilted his head to Felix. "You lead," Soren said, smirking slightly.
(Perhaps…)
Felix smiled quickly at him before starting to walk down the hall. "So," he began, voice a little lower. "How does it all work? Like, if you put on clothes and stuff, do they just disappear as well or do you have some kind of invisible wardrobe too? What would happen if I threw a towel on top of you right now, would that disappear too?"
"Well," he began, casually dodging people like it was programmed into his nature, "I'm not so sure, myself. It's definitely not a thing where everything I touch turns invisible." His feet quickly darted away from a group of students, entire body swimming with adrenaline. "My attire always has been, though. I think." A small frown spread over his lips but before he had time to dwell on the topic, another flood of students rushed past.
