(ooh oof. its cool fam)
Middle School Romance [OPEN!!!!]
//lol ok thx
"Hmm." Simon said quietly. "I'm not too good at drawing. I'm more of um… a writer?"He nodded.
“That’s cool,” Griffith said. “I am so bad at writing its not even funny.” He smiled.
Simon debated if he was making the right decision. Be friendly.
"Um… If you don't mind, do you think I could see some?" He avoided making eye contact by fiddling with his pencil. "Drawings, I mean."
“Oh. Uh, sure. This one is… this is my favorite one I’ve done,” Griff said, nervously showing Simon a rough sketch.
Simon quietly inspected the sketches, gently raking his fingers over the graphite lines. "This is..really good." Simon nodded, it inspired him to write something.
“Oh! Thanks!” Griff said, surprised. “People usually make fun of me,is all.”
"I don't know why they would make fun of someone who's better than them." Simon chuckled quietly.
“Yeah, well,” Griff smiled shyly. “I’m sure your writings are gorgeous.”
Simon blushed. "Thanks, but any sane person would probably think I'm a psychopath." He glanced quickly at the popular table. "They do." He muttered.
(hulo)
“No, you’re not. They just aren’t drowning in stars, like we are,” Griff said, nudging Simon’s shoulder in a brotherly way.
//hi
(aye)
Simon nodded, trying to think of things that rhymed with stars, things related to stars…
"Yeah, I guess." He said. "I drowned in the ocean when I was a kid." Simon smiled and chuckled at the memory.
“Yeah, well, that’s different,” Griff laughed quietly. “Drowning in stars means that its gorgeous where you are, and other people think you’re crazy for being able to withstand the lack of what they call oxygen and we call a burden.”
“I heard stars and oxygen.” Steller piped up, bursting into a conversation uninvited.
(I’m sorry.
I just want to
Roleplay.
Fudge my Med & Tech questions.)
Simon's eyes widened. "C-could you repeat that?" He asked, frantically grabbing for his notebook and pencil.
Griff laughed and said it again. “It’s judt what I’ve always thought,” he added simply.
“I heard stars and oxygen.” Steller piped up, bursting into a conversation uninvited.
(I’m sorry.
I just want to
Roleplay.
Fudge my Med & Tech questions.)
//me tho
Simon quickly wrote down what Griff said, muttering to himself. "Mhmmm," He exhaled a breath he was holding. "Awesome." He whispered quietly as he stared at what he wrote.
“You know the atmosphere could actually hypothetically crush us.”
“Not the artists,” Griff smiled. “We’re invincible.”
“Actually if the air inside of your body were to be drained right now, you’d be crushed by the atmosphere.”
Simon flinched when he noticed the other person at the table. Be cool. He reminded himself.
"Keyword: hypothetically," Simon added. "And yes, we are invincible."
“Only if the air wasn’t drained.” Steller insisted.
“Okay well we’re dreamers not scientists,” Griff mumbled.
Steller laughed, “I know.”
//gtg
“Are you? A dreamer, I mean,” Griff asked.
(Night night.)
“Me?” Steller asked, she always double asked everything just in case.
"Yeah." Simon shrank into his hoodie. "You should live life not analyze it."