*record scratch* yeah, that's me, in the background (Romance//Closed)

Met is one of those guys who is just in the background. He's a typical student you'd find hunched in a classroom with his nose in his French or Chemistry binder at lunch, not really eating. He's a tall, skinny guy so he sticks out a bit, but people have gotten used to his height, so does it matter?

No. Because he's shown up by his intelligent, handsome and just as tall twin, Neo.

Neo is the type of jock outside of sports. He's a cocky, rich, self-made bastard with– somehow– his own apartment. He looks older than eighteen and actually has a modeling career.

But we're not focusing on the rich, cool kid, as one always wouldn't. We're focusing on Met, who still lives with Neo (he's not as fortunate to have such a successful job).

idk mate join up

(Oh? no lmao I was just bored. I was thinking maybe of like, a two part story and gives me a chance to enhance the drama between these two.

also Neo is very gay and Met is not)

(Sweet sure! Could I have a writing sample?)

Thanks!

Alright. Nice. You're in!

Hey I'm good to go in blind. As long as you're able to support two characters I'll be okay!

Sure! I'll start.

It was a dim, rainy morning in the neighborhood of Forna. Raindrops flew back the fogged up windows of homes, apartments, and other buildings.

Yet a man with dark hair strode down the sidewalk, holding up an umbrella to protect his practically perfect hair. His hair was curled to perfection around his face and eyes. His eyes themselves were a piercing blue and they looked mildly annoyed with the rain as it splattered on his shoes. He wore shorts to accommodate for the humidity he expected, but didn't receive, making his smooth legs wet with the splashes of the puddles. Not to mention because of his goliath height, his bones ached in the cold. It was all quite annoying to Neophyte Whembrooke.

Yet as his twin trudged through the rain, Metaphorical Whembrooke had gotten up early to get to school. He got there as soon as the doors opened and ducked inside, using even more minutes of his life to study. He had a finals in his Chem and World History class, and it was really stressing him out. He had heavy bags on his thin, pale face and his big hands framed it. His overgrown, tangled and uncared for hair stuck to his hands as his blue eyes traced the pages. He felt like he was about to pass out (he spent all night studying, too), but somehow he kept himself upright.

(also smallest of reminders that Neo is gay lol)

Met had his feet propped up on the desk in front of him, and his gaze flicked up the smallest bit to see her sitting in front of him. He slid his feet off, not meaning to be a heathen. He'd be uncomfortable for his first mod, but that's fine. He didn't want to annoy anybody. He crunched his long self into the small desk with a sigh, and now that he was uncomfortable and the lights were turned on, he couldn't focus. He was going to fail this stupid final so hard. He shut his binders and shoved them into his bag, grabbing his coffee cup, only to have the unpleasant surprise that it was empty. He was a big idiot for studying all night anyway. If not knowing the material well and already clinging on to a ninety in both of his classes wasn't stressing him out enough, it would be the lack of sleep he was getting.

(ah i'm confused I thought we agreed it'd be like a, two way thing? We don't have to but idkkdkdk)

Met didn't catch that big smile on her face as his tired, dark, haughty eyes met her big happy ones. He found himself shook by a small wave of envy over the gleam in her eyes, the gleam of someone who got a good night's sleep.
He shook the thoughts from his head and rubbed his face tiredly. "I'm here early studying for a couple finals I have." His voice was slurred and it sounded as if he were about to pass out on his desk, literally the complete opposite of her voice. He hated having to work hard, everything about him he just despised with each particle of his body. To his too long feet, his aching knees, his constant growling stomach… ugh. His life was just a big ugh and he didn't know how to fix it. Maybe he could ask the girl who was turned around to talk to him, all sunshine and rainbows.

Met jerked back in shock at the feeling of her fingers on his warm forehead, his cheeks reddening the smallest bit.
"I-I yeah, I'm okay," He stuttered, looking somewhat more awake. He simply looked puzzled and taken aback by her motion to him. He had no idea who she was, but she was really nice. She was the type of girl who would be a definite mom friend by the looks of it.

Met rubbed the back of his neck and his gaze flicked away. Her question was one he was tempted to not answer truthfully.
"I've been staying up late for the past couple days studying." Sort of a lie, but not really. He hadn't had a stable sleeping schedule since the summer. That's when the stress of everything came back. But he knew he'd be okay once this year was over.

(That's okay)

"I can't not let it," He tried to explain, looking down at his desk. "I don't really have much else better to do, anyway. I always need to catch up and learn because I'm so far behind on the learning curve. It just… just helps me feel less stupid." He shrugged. He had no idea why he was spilling his guts out to this girl, but it might get some advice.

"No-no I'm not struggling… I'm just like, really behind cus it takes me longer to learn." He also got pretty good grades. He clung to his straight A's like they were his life source. He needed to maintain his 4.0 this year to help him stay in college. He was also taking middle college and that didn't help with his stress levels at all. "I'd like to be your friend, though. It'd be nice to have someone to study with or something."