(Lol :3)
Tristan was surprised— not only did the guy not wring his neck, but he was actually addressed and talked to! “Oh— thanks,” He said back, still moving his hand swiftly. It’s surprising that anyone wants to talk to me….. He managed to draw himself riding on the back of the bear, and wrote “best friends for life” next to it. Love you, Graham.
“I— Uhhh…” Chase was somewhat shocked to get a reply, he looked back up to look at the guy’s face. This kind of stuff didn’t happen to him. He felt heat rise to his face again, and innerly cursed himself for being the way he was.
I guess there’s more to this guy than I had thought originally… Tristan began another doodle of another bear— this time, it was more plushy and cuddly. He began humming a random line of notes very quietly to himself. Grahammmmmmm, He thought to himself, My best friend forever…. you make my life so much easier, and listen to what I have to say…..
The teacher called out a question, to the back table. As in the table that Chase and the stranger occupied. “How do you know to use who, or whom?” Chase panicked, tensing up and paling.
(Lol, was that on purpose? Who vs whom)
Tristan looked up and quit humming for a second. He just stayed quiet in hopes of the subject being changed. I really hate this class…
(Yes lol I hate who vs whom and I need answerrrrrssss XD)
“I- I- I d-don’t know…” Chase stuttered in reply since the other guy wasn’t going to. He heard a few other kids mocking his stutter, one of them whispering, “Homo can’t even talk he’s such a weirdo.” Chase’s face contorted slightly, fixing his gaze to the ground and praying that class would be over soon.
(LOOOOO me too thb)
Tristan just glared at the teacher, unsure of what to do. At least he… tried, I suppose….. He kept doodling, giving the cuddly bear some cutesy chibi anime eyes. I love you….
The teacher passed out worksheets just as the bell rang. Chase let his shoulder’s sag a little bit, on of the jocks hitting him over the head on his way out. It didn’t hurt, but it certainly wasn’t gentle. Chase gathered his binder and papers, still shamed.
(Shoulder’s????)
Tristan shoved everything into his book, expecting just as much to get slapped on the head. This guy…. He uncrossed his legs and got out of the desk. …I don’t understand what’s going on…. He shoved his pen into his pocket and headed on out. He glanced both ways for Kemp and Jacob before being on his way.
(lol, auto correct, *shoulders)
“Hey, sounds like the freak and shorty are getting together!” Kemp and Jacob called from across the hall as Chase walked out of the room, the jocks from English sniggering all the while. Chase turned red, instantly feeling bad that the other guy had to deal with this now.
(All i can do is feeel bad aaaaaaaaaaaa ;-;)
Freak…? Tristan turned around, watching Kemp and Jacob walk away, sniggering and laughing all the way. Getting together….? He realized what they meant, and his cheeks burned. He attempted to hide his face with his notebooks, abd in the process, dropped his drawings of Graham. How did they figure it out???
Chase had seen the papers fall, a felt like the least he could do was pick them up since he already brought a world’s load of trouble to the stranger just because the guy had to sit with him in english. Chase grabbed the drawings, pink dusting his cheeks as he stood and looked the the stranger. (Should Tristan run/walk away so Chase has to meet with him later?)
(The the stranger? Dude, why?
But ya sure)
Tristan wandered away red-faced, off to his next class (i’ll specify later probably). He found a nice seat near one side of the room and sat at the desk his usual way. Before class started, he opened up his book to realize he dropped his most recent sketches of Graham and bears in general.
W—Where did they go!!? His stomach lurched at the idea of loosing anything— even if it was just doodles of stuff. I-I had them with me when I left english, did they fall out or something??
(The the stranger? Dude, why?
But ya sure)
(Sorry /(>_<)\ I was writing it super late and I was tirrrreeddd reeeeeee lol)
Tristan wandered away red-faced, off to his next class (i’ll specify later probably). He found a nice seat near one side of the room and sat at the desk his usual way. Before class started, he opened up his book to realize he dropped his most recent sketches of Graham and bears in general.
W—Where did they go!!? His stomach lurched at the idea of loosing anything— even if it was just doodles of stuff. I-I had them with me when I left english, did they fall out or something??
Chase sighed, getting to his next class. I’ll find the guy after school, or maybe tomorrow… Chase put them gently in his binder, being as careful as possible to not wrinkle them as he waited for lunch.
(Lol I finally picked a class!)
Algebra II was pure torture– not only was it incredibly hard to follow, but he couldn't stop but think about where in the world his Graham doodles went. I could've swarn they were securely in my notebook… I guess not…. But what if someone finds them? Will they mock me? Although my name's not on them, everyone'll know who owns that kind of stuff…
(🧙🏻♀️)
(Also, should we timeskip to lunch(?)/their next hour together(?)/after school?)
(Sure— passing time before lunch :33333)
Chase looked wildly through the halls, trying to look for a flash auburn hair in the crowd until he saw the guy. “Uh, um, hey! Wait up!” He called, taking a deep breath as he tried to approach the stranger through the sea of people.
(Lol i bet you could barely see him he’s so short -w-)
Tristan heard someone calling, but he was almost sure they were referring to someone else. Maybe someone’s just gonna come and tease me…. His gut was already churning from loosing his prized Graham drawings, and he didn’t need any more stress on his shoulders. He put everything but his notebook and a pencil away, took out his lunchbox and closed his locker so he could quickly be on his way.
Chase tried to catch up to the stranger, but always ended up coincidentally getting shoved back just as he was getting close. Chase ended up following the guy all the way to the lunch room, where he finally caught up, “H-Hey, um, wait up, you dropped your drawings earlier and I-I wanted to return them.”
(OwO)
Tristan was a bit confused, but he turned, seeing that same guy with some papers in his hand. Lone and behold, those papers turned out to be the very thing he was dreading to loose, yearning to reunite with. “My bear drawings!” He tried not to say it too loud, but he kept his voice down as much as he could. Tristan took them from the guy, and he credited him for keeping the paper clean and pristene. However, he also barely and unnoticably could’ve brushed hands….
“You dropped them and I-I didn’t want you to lose them…” Chase trailed off, looking at the floor. I should go now, I’m just a nuisance… and a freak…
“Oh… I did drop them apparently….” Tristan exchanged glances between them and the guy. “…That usually doesn’t…. happen, but I’m glad someone I know picked them up, and returned them, unlike Kemp and Jacob….” His mouth got a bitter taste as he said those forbidden names. “Well, I have to go off to lunch, so…. I suppose I’ll see you later.”
(Should Chase have the same lunch as him?)
(I thought we discussed this! We said they should have two classes plus lunch together.)
(Oh right, I wasn’t sure if we nailed that down sorry)
“W-Wait, I- uh… You have to uh- deal with them too?” Chase asked with a hushed voice, keeping pace with Tristan. Shoot, it’s probably my fault that Kemp and Jacob pick on him too… I shouldn’t even be talking to him…
“Well, yeah,” He mumbled. “….They pick on anyone that has a reason for them to.” He found a nice high table with stool chairs and put all his stuff on the table before clambering up the chair to sit. And with me being as short as I am, I can’t just get rid of them….
“I… I’m sorry, I had to wrap you into all that, if I stay away I think they’ll probably stop,” Chase told him, still assuming the only reason Kemp and Jacob picked on the guy was because he sat with him during first hour today. “I-I should go…”
Tristan’s brow furrowed. “Only if you have to. But…. I think it’s their own will to bug me. To be honest, anyone around my height— which doesn’t really include anyone here— is bound to be picked on once in their life….” He opened up to a blank page and began more doodling.
“Huh? Oh…” Chase suddenly connected the dots, and a small selfish relief washed over him at the fact that Kemp and Jacob weren’t bullying the stranger just because of english class. “I’m- I’m uh, Chase, by the way…” Chase mumbled, but felt like a nuisance still so he made to turn away.
