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About ten computers are available for student use between the hours of six A.M. and ten P.M. Two printers are located on one side of the room, and they each have a cord so students can plug their own laptops into them to print.
((CallmeTony)) Charlie's eyes peeked out from over the top of his computer, gaze unfocused and glazed over. The teacher, and older man who often seemed to forget he was supposed to be teaching a lesson, had been going on about his weekend for at least 15 minutes now. They were supposed to be working on their 10 page short stories for creative writing. Charlie's second love, besides visual art was writing, and he was impatient to get down to it rather than listening to the endless drone about the british cop show his teacher had watched last night. With nothing else to occupy his mind, his gaze flicked keenly over to Sebastian, looking so innocent and strange a few computers away. It always made Charlie slightly uncomfortable to see how similar Tobio looked to him. The hair and the pale face, but it wasn't hard to tell them apart. Not if you observed them closely. Tobio's skin was ghostlike in it's appearance and his eyes were always serious. On sebastian, the same eyes and skin made him look radiant. Like a bright white star sparkling and spreading light over everyone he looked at. His energy was not to Charlie's liking. It was too much, too fast. He much prefered the calming quality of Tobio, who could quiet the chaos which tugged at Charlie's mind, always threatening to overthrow him. Still, Charlie would have to deal with Sebastian's overwhelming energy if only to break through the armor Tobio had formed around himself.
"...Now, I have a new assignment for you here. You will be completeing your 10 page writing on your own but I have found through your writing that you all have very stubborn ideas and aren't very good at yielding to each other's thoughts when peer editing." Charlie's eyes slid away from Sebastian and back to the teacher in a flash.
"So I've decided to assign a group project. You will be writing an essay together. Everyone must pair up with someone." Charlie was up before the man had even finished his words. He knew what kind of person Sebastian was, at least three other people in this room would want to be his partner. But for Charlie, this was the perfect opportunity. He could get into Sebastian's circle and then break him through his project. Chair squealing under his sudden movement he tapped Sebastian on the shoulder.
Unlike his usual expressions, his face was split by a dazzling smile. It had taken a little work to get his muscles to smile like that, but Charlie knew how to make himself look friendly. Even if he was seething on the inside.
"Hey. I'm not sure if you know me... but I'm Charlie... I've seen some of your writing and I think we'd be great partners." He rushed out before anyone else could snatch up the sunshine boy.
Sebastian wasn't fully paying attention to the teacher, but just enough so he wasn't lost. He was wondering if he should text his brother to see if he wanted to practice later but decided to wait til Tobio swung by later to drop off dinner. He was so glad he had such a cool brother who could cook so well. He could cook for himself but Tobio always made it better. Sebastian figured they had a good relationship with food. Tobio was good at making it and liked to make it t but hardly ever ate, Sebastian could make it but preferred Tobio's cooking so he ate whatever Tobio made. He realized he was lost in though about dinner and had to pull himself back into the classroom. He straightened his glasses and tuned back into the teacher.Group project, awesome! Sebastian loved pairing with new people and learning about them, before he could turn to see if someone wanted to partner with him there was a tap on his shoulder. A grave looking boy with a huge smile asked to be his partner. His eyes lit up and his face broke into a huge smile.
"Of course. I don't know you very well but I'd love to work with you and get to know you better. I'm Sebastian by the way." Sebastian agreed beaming. He was so happy that someone had thought his writing was compatible with theirs, and so quickly too. Did he leave an impression on Charlie with what he wrote? He'd always wanted to leave people remembering what he wrote, he was a painter so words came a bit spastically to him, he loved having someone to help string them together a little better than he usually managed to.
Despite the careful study Charlie had done on Sebastian, there was still a lot that about the second twin which Charlie was consistently surprised about, which was strange considering just how much research he had done about Tobio's brother. Charlie was a strange boy, an inconsistent mix of impulsive and careful researcher. In many cases, his actions were so unthought through they could only turn into ruinous mistakes. Although it was more likely he would think things through and then for some reason his body would completely ignore anything his brain had just said. But when he wasn't being totally impulsive, he was a voracious when it came to understand things about people. In the case of Sebastian, he didn't want to come in empty handed. He needed to know as much as he possibly could about Tobio's brother. He had studied up on Sebastian's friendships. He had a lot of friend who were girls, but they were just friends. He had a boyfriend, someone named Colt. He was a football player, a sport Charlie had never understood. The boyfriend had a traumatic past, not exactly the kind of guy Charlie thought someone like Sebastian would go for. Sebastian liked painting and people, strikingly similar yet different from his quiet brother. Yet, despite everything Charlie had learned about him, Sebastian's cheery response still surprised Charlie. How anyone could be so outgoing baffled him.
His first order of business was to establish that he knew Tobio, just in case Tobio came runing to him telling him anything about Charlie.
"I look forward to getting to know you as well." He responded, trying to keep his voice as equally cheery as Sebastian's. It was difficult, it took a lot of energy to remain so carelessly happy. But Sebastian seemed to do it without any strain at all. Perhaps while Charlie tried to destroy him, Sebastian could teach him how to be so easily content.
"You're Tobio's brother aren't you." He added in a light tone. It was a hypothetical question. No one could deny they were siblings, not when they were so perfectly identical.
The person next to Sebastian had left to go pair with someone else and Charlie slid into the vacant seat, keeping the smile stuck on his face.
"I must admit, I am not the greatest at group projects, so I hope you have the patience to be kind with me." He said with a playful grimace.
Sebastian was ecstatic, he hadn't had a new partner in a bit and when Charlie jumped at him it absolutely made his day. He knew the name from somewhere, maybe Tobio had mentioned him before. He didn't seem like anyone Tobio would really talk to. Granted Tobio didn't really talk to much of anyone, so he could be very wrong. He was excited nonetheless. He knew he'd read some of Charlie's work and it was very in depth without being overwhelming, he liked it a lot. Charlie seemed passionate in his writing. Sebastian longed to be that way. He could get everything that he wanted out on paper with paints, but never with words. He was never as good as other people at that. But everyone had their own wheelhouse so he didn't dwell on it too much. He maintained eye contact with Charlie but looked away, remembering someone had told him that his gaze was too intense head on. He pulled up a document on his computer with his story already written, he was still working out the kinks. "Yup, twins if you hadn't noticed." Sebastian responded laughing. Of course they were brothers, they were so identical it was scary. People could always tell them apart though, Sebastian couldn't figure out why but Tobio always said it was obvious.
"That's fine. I'll totally help you." Sebastian replied, "Here, let's exchange numbers so we can share ideas outside of class too." He said handing Charlie his phone which was open to the 'New Contact' page.
How different Tobio and Sebastian were. It seemed almost impossible two siblings could be such opposites, especially twins. It was actually a bit jarring. They looked so alike they could easily be mistaken for each other, but the energy Sebastian exuded was nothing like the one Tobio let off. Talking to one of the twins after meeting the other was similar to the experiance many young children have of running up and grabbing a parent's hand before realizing it's actually a stranger who just looks like their mother or father. It sent a spark of confusion and even panic into the person unfortunate enough to mistake Sebastian for Tobio or probably vice-versa. This strange experiance only amplified the chaos going through Charlie's mind. Sebastian's energy was much too strong for him and he almost visibly flinched back when the boy handed him his phone. Like atoms do when subjected to heat, Charlie's whole body was scrambling to make sense of the happy, charming aura of the boy sitting in front of him. He realized with a start that he actually missed Tobio. He craved the soothed response he had to the more subdued twin's personality. Even though Tobio's existance sometimes bugged Charlie to the point of disgust, there was still a gentleness the boy brought with him which Charlie couldn't find anyone else.
Taking Sebastian's phone, he gingerly typed in his name and phone number. In brackets instead of a last name he just wrote 'english guy' he knew he could never remember who people were unless he typed were he knew them from into his phone. For example he had 'Brian from math' 'Brian G. from math' and 'Diana, biology person'. In fact the only name in his school contacts that weren't like that was Tobio's. His was simply 'Ghost'. He had the contact in his phone, but no phone number. Tobio had never given him one. Giving Sebastian a flashy smile he handed the phone back and then gestured politely to his computer.
"Do you mind if I take a look?" He asked with a sheepish look. It was taking all of his energy to maintain this happy-go-lucky personality.
"I know some people don't like their stuff being read before it's finished." This was true at least. He didn't like it when people read his stuff until it was done.
Sebastian wasn't one to pick up on nuances easily. I had to be obvious, and Charlie wasn't being obvious. Sebastian wished he could read people but he figured it was a blessing and a curse. He tried to pick up on things Charlie was putting out but all he got was reciprocated eagerness. Charlie seemed genuine so he didn't have anything to read into. He'd been told that his own sunshine blinded him but that ignorance was bliss so not to worry too much about it. So he didn't. Unless he absolutely knew better he'd take things at face value. Charlie seemed to match Sebastian's energy, maybe not quite the same intensity but the vibe was there and Sebastian loved it. Not many people could keep up with him that way. He tried to match the energy of others but he really just wanted them to be happy so he did what he could within his nature to achieve that.
"By all means." Sebastian replied moving over so Charlie could see. He took his phone back, laughing at 'english guy'.
"This makes you sound British, how quirky." Sebastian said, practically twinkling.
Charlie pulled his chair up to the computer so he could see the words better. Sebastian had obviously worked hard on his story. He was much further along with it than Charlie's short story. The issue with Charlie's creativity was it came along suddenly and then would disappear just as easily. He struggled with writer's block in every form. Sometimes the jittery disorder in his mind helped to create storylines which hadn't been there before but on some days he was left unable to focus on the page in front of him. This annoying inability to consistently write meant it was difficult for Charlie to submit work on time. He might have weeks go by where he couldn't write anything. It wasn't that he wasn't trying, he simply wasn't able to think of any ideas good enough to be seen by other people. So, while his overall mark in the class was good, his mark for organization and responsibility was horrendus. He was in the habit of missing due dates and then a week later coming back with a thirty page story which was edited to perfection. His teacher had gotten used to it and would allow him to slip past deadlines without too much trouble. When it came to teaching Charlie, most teacher's figured out that the best way was encompassed by the saying "if you can't beat them, join them." It was impossible to beat Charlie in his own games, so the best one could do was join in and let him do as he pleased. Eventually he would get the work done.
Scrolling through the pages of Sebastian's story (which was 6 pages longer than what Charlie had at the moment) he pursed his lips, eyes narrowing at the page. He had always been an expressive reader. His facial expressions told an entire story in themselves when he read books. It was a good story, although it some of the sentences were clumsy and hard to read. He could tell the boy was trying very hard. Whatever he lacked in natural writing talent he was making up for with work. All in all, it wasn't terrible. Which, coming from Charlie was a high compliment. There were about five billion things Charlie would have changed had he been the one writing it, but he wasn't going to tell his 'new friend' that. He had come to learn very quickly that his blunt and honest responses to other people's work didn't get him friends. Not that he usual cared, but this was a special circumstance.
He chuckled in response to Sebastian's little joke.
"Well, the British have made some wonderful writers in the past, I do hope I don't disappoint." He joked back in a purposely terrible British accent.
The teacher had passed around a worksheet with the topic for the essay they were supposed to write. They were supposed to write an opinion essay on the funding of sports in schools.
((In a couple posts do we want to skip a few days after they've been working on it for a little while or something? And Charlie can get into Sebastian's room or something. I just don't really know where to go from here))
Sebastian laughed at Charlie's comment. "I'm sure you'll exceed expectation." He replied.Sebastian sat anxiously as Charlie read, this was always the most awkward part. He watched as Charlie read though, making faces at the computer. He hoped that was a good thing. even if it wasn't he was sure that he could make it a good thing. Charlie could edit his work to make it so that the expressions on his face were more pleasant than the ones that he was making now. Sebastian decided that staring was impolite but he wasn't sure what else to do. He folded his legs up onto his seat so that he was sitting criss cross and looked out the window on the other side of the room. There was a bird hopping along the branch of the tree nearest the window. He was pretty sure it was chirping but he couldn't tell. He ended up letting his mind wander from birds to old memories until their teacher came by and he snapped back to reality.
He skimmed the paper that was handed to him and decided that in most other circumstances this would be boring. He had a new partner now though so everything in this class was bound to be exciting.
((Yeah that's chill, tbh neither do I lol))
((I was actually thinking maybe it could be fun to do something with Charlie, Sebastian and Tobio? Is there a good reason why they might meet together?))
((Ahm, hmm. Good question. Tobio's dorm is empty besides him (the roommate never rps there) so Sebastian would probably come over and watch movies with him. I wouldn't put it past Sebastian to invite Charlie.))
((Ooh that could be fun. If Charlie and Sebastian are working on their project and Sebastian's just like "hey wanna come watch a movie w me and my bro?" Charlie would find that so amusing. Any chance you want to post first though? Just cause idk how I would start that?))
((Mkay. Sorry if this is awkward and short haha.))Sebastian and Charlie were just brainstorming right now, surfing the web looking for ideas. How much finding went into certain sports, how crowd turnout helped with funding etc. etc. Sebastian was taking notes on things he found when his phone buzzed. He pulled it out and checked, then smiled brightly and responded.
"Hey Charlie, my brother and I are having dinner and a movie night tonight in his dorm. Do you wanna come?" Sebastian asked. He looked down as his phone buzzed again. "Tobio even said he's okay with it."
Tobio got a response rather quickly, Sebastian should be in his last class right now, this was meant for him to see after class. He checked it nonetheless. Sebastian was bringing a friend. 'Hmm, I think we have enough.' He thought. He was making dumplings, he was sure there would be plenty. He texted back a quick "Ok." and continued folding the dumplings.
((Dw about it!)) Charlie scrolled absently through yet another site which proudly displayed the affects sports have on the economy of small towns. Charlie didn't know why anyone would have put such effort into learning something like this. He was sure somewhere an economist who had been hoping to the be the next wall street genius was now sourly sitting in his rundown living room writing about sports funding and hoping to fill the ever growing hole of unhappiness in his heart. Charlie wasn't a big fan of sports in general, but he found team sports particularly intolerable. The idea of having to rely on other people to win something made his lip curl in disgust. He much prefered sports such as swimming or running where the only one to blame if things went wrong, was himself. Jotting down another note or two he snuck a glance at Sebastian, who was checking his phone. Charlie was once again struck dumb by the other boy's smile. How could someone find life so exciting that they could give away that megawatt smile as though it were nothing. For people like Charlie and Tobio, real smiles were rare. For them, life was not worth smiling at most of the time. Sebastian on the other hand threw out his smiles left right and center as if they meant nothing to him. It boggled Charlie's mind.
His head perked up at Sebastian's question and he had physically force down the snicker which was building up in his throat. This was perfect. A night with the two brothers, together. It was almost too good to be true.
"Well if you're offering that would be amazing!" He offered Sebastian one of his own smiles, attempting to match the other boy's brightness with his own. It was difficult to seem so cheerful after being such a not cheerful person for so long, but this time some of that happiness was genuine. He couldn't believe he was going to get to spend the night with Tobio having to watch as he befriended Sebastian. All with the knoweladge that Charlie was really out ot break his brother's heart.
"Really, you guys are being super nice to me." He added with all the innocence of someone who had found an unexpected friend. Suddenly he was even more impatient for the bell to ring, he wanted this class over.
((I haven't played Sebastian in more than a few sentences and I created his character when I was like, fifteen and still had hope for the world and I'm quickly realizing how difficult it is to make someone seem so happy. I'm having to reference some chick I knew who was constantly giggling and it is rough lol))"Really?! Amazing!" Sebastian said cheerfully. His phone buzzed again. "Tobio wants to know if you like Asian food? I think he's making dumplings." Sebastian conveyed. He loved Tobio's dumplings, he loved Tobio's cooking period. Sebastian could cook for himself, they'd both taken classes but Tobio had more of an innate sense for it. They both experimented with it plenty but Tobio had a better idea of how things would taste together. And after a flambe mishap Sebastian tended to stick to simpler recipes whereas Tobio would take croquembouche head on and have it turn out flawless. The same went for a lot for their skills. They grew up doing a lot of the same things but one of them usually had an edge over the other. Not that either minded.
Tobio stuck the Yakgwa in the over so it'd be ready about the time they were done with dinner. He was humming along to Studio Killers and wondering which of Sebastian's friends he was bringing over. Whenever he did this it was someone who was also fairly happy and the pair of them drove him crazy. He'd usually sneak his earbuds in until they fell asleep across the room and they stayed up reading to calm himself down.
He was mentally preparing himself for the sun and a really close star to end up in his room and blind him with smiles. He sat on his bed while everything cooked and rubbed his temples. He was getting a headache just thinking about it all. Sebastian was a people person, he always wanted to be around people, he thrived off of attention and he could always talk to people. He had an everlasting social battery and it drove Tobio wild. Sebastian would always drag him out to parties and games and dances and try to get him to mingle only for the whole group to get uncomfortable because he didn't want to talk. When they got older Tobio started sneaking out at night to a spot that he had to cross a cemetery to get to. Sebastian had followed him as far as the gates one night but he hated going to cemeteries so he never found out exactly where Tobio went and Tobio wouldn't tell him.
((I know! Happy characters are so hard to write... at least you have a character referance!)) Charlie looked up in surprise. Some dorm rooms had kitchenettes but he didn't know a single person who actually used them. It had always struck him as strange that BLA would have them put in place at all. Did they really think a bunch of high schoolers were going to do their own cooking? Mostly they swallowed down whatever disgusting food was made in the cafeteria or spent copious amounts of money on ordering in from the resturants close by. Charlie couldn't remember the last time he had done any cooking. Even at home, he had never liked to cook. Whenever his mother had asked him to make something for dinner it always inveitably turned out to be pasta and tomato sauce from a can. His brothers didn't mind his cooking but his mother always told him it left something to be desired. Charlie was prepping to eat only noodles and maybe the occasional apple all of university. In fact, the only reason he ate somewhat healthy was because BLA offered a salad bar at lunch and dinner which Charlie almost always opted for. He hardly ever ordered in as he could stomach the cafeteria food just fine and didn't see why he should spend more money than the copious amounts he was already giving for his tuition.
"I love it!" He announced with a smile. In reality, it wasn't his favorite food but Charlie had never been too interested in food in general. He didn't love it but also didn't hate it. Mostly he remained frustratingly apathetic about what he put into his body.
"He cooks his own food?" He asked, all bright eyed and curious. He had quickly learned the best way to get people to talk was to simply seem interested. People loved talking about themselves, they just needed someone willing to listen. In this case, Charlie was happy to be that ear. Whatever information he could get on the two brothers, he would take. He wasn't sure how the knowledge that Tobio could cook his own dumplings was going to help him, but Charlie liked to have detailed information about people. It helped him catagorize them, and Charlie liked catagories. At least, his unconscious loved them. He was always putting things into catagories while his conscious brain actively tried not to. He didn't like the idea of catagories since most of the time people or things didn't fit neatly into a space. But the chaos in his mind told him to put things in straight lines and catagories to alleviate some of the mayhem in his brain.
The bell finally rang. A tinny sound which always made Charlie want to hit something. It was infuriating to think something so small ruled so much of his life. But, instead he just smiled at Sebastian and logged out of his computer.
"Should I meet you there or are you going straight to his dorm?" He asked, ever polite.
((Yeah, how I wish I could reference myself for such a happy character. I think I'm gonna make him more complex because his being so flat is bothering me.))"Wonderful!" Sebastian said clapping his hands together. He checked the time and logged out of his computer, they only had about a minute of class left anyways. He wondered what the point of high school was other than to control and trap adolescents at their most turbulent years. He blinked and the thought was gone. He had a lot of those random less than pleasant thoughts, they didn't take long to disappear unless he grabbed them and studied them. He often portrayed it in his abstract work. People always said that artists were tortured but he was fairly content. He had lots of friends and a cool but detached brother. He was consistently meeting new people, he was going to school to do what he loved and even got to play on a sports team. The people were accepting, he had a great, if not jockish, boyfriend. He really couldn't ask for anything more. Pushing away a nagging feeling he returned his attention to Charlie.
"Mhm. He's really good at it." He said softly looking down, smiling warmly. "Ahm, he doesn't each much though. It's kind of a waste just to give it all to me. Gordon Ramsay would weep tears of joy eating Tobio's food but he just gives it all to me. I could be happy with a frozen pizza or microwave pop corn." He said tipping his head back and stretching. "It's okay though. I think it makes him feel better sometimes." Sebastian wasn't nearly as sunshiny now, it was like one of those sliding lights, he'd dimmed a bit. It would be hard for someone who didn't study people to tell because his aura left a bright impression that seemed to overshadow any of his moods, but he could feel it. He wanted to push that switch back up but it was tiring. He figured some of Tobio's dumplings would do the trick.
He looked up again at the sound of the bell and picked up his bag.
"I'm heading straight there, if you want to come later you can or you can come with me now." He replied smiling and standing up. "If later then I'll text you his dorm number."
((oof doesn't it say something that happy characters are just the worst.)) Charlie prided himself on being observant. He often noticed things about people no one else did. He had quickly disovered just how much a person's body could give away, even if their words sounded perfeclty true. A shift of a foot, or an unfocused look in the eyes, they were all clues to what kind of person lay below their words. But even Charlie didn't notice the way Sebastian slid away for a moment, caught up in his thoughts. Sebastian was just so energetic and happy that Charlie didn't even bother to dig deeper. He assumed whatever he was getting from Sebastian was the true him. The boy already had a reputation for being sunny and kind and Charlie had never heard rumors of anything different. As a result, he was less observant about Sebastian's personality. He took what he got at face value as true, whereas with people like Tobio he enjoyed taking apart their pieces and finding what made them tick. Perhaps also, Charlie simply wasn't as interested in Sebastian. Yes, he was physically attractive, just like Tobio was. But his energy was still much too abrasive for Charlie to be at all attracted to him. Not in the way he felt about Tobio, who he often found himself staring at.
"Hey, frozen pizza and popcorn has it's merit too." He said with a grin. Frozen pizza and popcorn was a much mor akin to his own diet, as opposed to Tobio's which sounded like a resturant, not a high school kid's dinner plans. He noticed something change in Sebastian's voice, but still even he couldn't figure out what was different. It was an underlying tone which had changed, but he wasn't sure what. Like someone who stared into the sun, Charlie was left blinded by Sebastian's brightness and now he could even see the things he usually would have been able to observe with ease. His eyebrows creased ever so slightly before clearing again at the question.
"I'll come now, if you don't mind." He said with a smile, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
"It's been a long time since I've hung out with anyone." He added honestly.
((Yes, yes it does lol))Sebastian was perplexed by Charlie, he didn't study or understand people nearly as well as his brother did but as a painter he was always looking for the little details that he could make stand out. In this case it was the fact that even when they were supposed to work in pairs or groups Charlie always managed to opt out and now he suddenly pounced on Sebastian. He couldn't think of any ulterior motives that were bad per say. Maybe the teacher had asked him to do so just once. Maybe he was trying to branch out and thought this would be an easy first step. Maybe he wanted to get to know his brother more. Whatever the reason Sebastian wasn't upset with Charlie for doing what he was doing. He figured Charlie needed support most so that's what Sebastian would give him.
"Most definitely. Tobio wants to try and keep us both in shape for volleyball though." He replied. When they first left home their mother had been on their backs daily about what they were eating, Sebastian started sending her pictures of what he was eating daily and took pictures of Tobio in the kitchen as long as Tobio didn't catch him and make him delete them. Their mother had assumed that they were both eating well and left them alone about it, still checking up on them but not as incessantly. Sebastian pulled his bag across his chest and smiled at the teacher.
"Yeah sure, I'm fairly certain he's nearly done by now." Sebastian said looking up at Charlie's next comment.
"You can hang out with us anytime" He said sincerely.
Tobio started pulling the dumplings out and setting them on plates according to what type they were. He'd made... a lot. He hadn't realized it but he must have been stress cooking. He'd made at least six different types of dumplings and about twenty of each. He ran a hand down his face under his glasses and just sighed at himself. At least they were having company today.
Charlie smiled brightly at Sebastian's comment about hanging out with them anytime. He could tell the other boy was trying to figure him out. Charlie had hardly ever spoken to anyone in their writing class. He always isolated himself in the corner of the room, prefering the company of his ink stained notebook to his peers. He would only speak if spoken to, although even then sometimes he would just stare at the person who had dared to ask him something until they got the message to go away. When the teacher asked him questions he would always answer in the montone voice of someone who had known the answer all along, even if it didn't look like he was paying attention. But he had always been noticably not social in class, and even the most observant person on earth would be curious as to why he had suddenly approached Sebastian with such eagerness. Luckily for Charlie he already had a reason up his sleeve to do away with any suspicion Sebastian might have.
"You're real nice... letting me tag along and all." He said with the sincerity of a bashful boy.
"I know I don't talk a lot in class but i'm just a little shy is all and I don't like talking to people I don't know." He forced a sheepish smile, hoping the lie would satisfy any curiousity. It wouldn't be long until Sebastian saw his true colours, but until then Charlie wanted to get closer to him, become friends. All the while he would watch with great interest as Tobio was forced to see all of it happen. While he was spending time with Sebastian, his real goal was still Tobio. Break him... and then leave him. Sebastian was just a means to the goal, a pawn in this game he was playing.
As students filed out of class, he fell into step next to Sebastian. A comfortable silence settled over them as they walked, Charlie glancing occasionally at the other boy with a questioning air. Finally, still playing the bashfully shy boy he asked,
"So... what do you like to do? Other than write?" He said. He was fishing for information, trying to find something which could break Sebastian's heart if he destroyed it. They finally reached Tobio's door, familiar because Charlie had walked by it so many times.
To his surprise, Charlie felt his heartbeat accelerate a little bit. He wasn't sure why, but the prospect of seeing Tobio made his pulse jump. He told himself it was because the game was on. Like Sherlock Holmes, he lived for the excitment of the game, the puzzle. But maybe it was for another reason too, one Charlie prefered not to think about.
((Ah, yeah. I'll post first then.))
((Posted, sorry I forgot to say this when I did it yesterday.))
