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Post by Wynn Greyson on Sept 16, 2010 21:50:53 GMT -5
forrr blake
yay for short and insanity~ we're gonna stay up, ain't gonna lay low
His shoulders slouched… something that wasn’t very Wynn-like. He always held himself like he owned the place. There was no other way he’d have it, but he had a weakness and that… that was that damned Algebra class. He knew math quite well, getting decent grades for the most part. Yet, he always had trouble with the stupid confusing equations that made no sense at all.
Shifting, the King bowed his head down to the subject that Math usually was. It just happened to rule above him, stealing his crown. A grumble escaped his lips as the Mr. I-Like-To-Throw-Pi-At-Everyone debated whether to hold the class in for a bit. The bell rang and with a regretful look, the teacher dismissed the class, letting them free. Wynn, for one, felt like shackles had been released away from his ankles.
God, he bet he could fly right now.
Nodding towards the teacher, he stood up, slipping out from his seat and made a speedy exit before the guy could find some excuse to call him out for a talk about math. He seriously didn’t need that right now. Ohhhh no. His brain hurt quite enough already, thank you very much.
He picked up his stance again, strutting off to who knows where since the final class was over for the day. That’s probably why his math teacher always liked to grab him into a strong debate about shit he didn’t even know after class. Why he always decided on Wynn to torture, he didn’t know. It must be a hell-a fun.
A familiar tall figure appeared before him. Oh, he knew who that was. Hell, he could recognize the adorable freshman from just about anywhere. Raising an eyebrow, Wynn picked up his pace, giving a wave to a few people who turned towards him. “Blakeee~” His voice was louder than it should have been. If it wasn’t after school, teachers probably would have thrown their poison at him.
“Budd-ah, h’ow didja cl’asses go?” Slowing down his pace, he literally threw an arm around him. “No one’z scarin’ ya, ‘re they?”
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Post by Blake Knox on Sept 16, 2010 22:13:18 GMT -5
School was a drag. The clock ticked by so slowly on the wall, that Blake felt like he'd go insane before the teacher's lessons were over. History, math, literature, and science all covered subjects he already had a knowledge for. You could say Blake was quite the studious boy, despite some misconceptions about him, he still worked hard. He had already read books about the topics they were covering, so the material came to him easily... If he did not retain it already. While the other students struggled to pick up on the topics, he found himself working on his homework during class. But, even knowing everything, there was still a good amount of work to do. So, he had better head off to the library to finish his literature and math up.
It was an unbelievable relief when the bell rang for classes to be over... Blake didn't know how much longer he could stand another boring lecture without falling asleep. A useless lecture in which he learned nothing. Sliding his books under one arm he shifted through to boys, and started down the hall. Escaping the packs of students, all filing out to their dorms, or outside for some fresh air.
Blake participially jumped out of his skin when he heard his name called. Wynn was a year older than him, and useful since he knew his way around the school. Not to mention he was cute, in his ways, but also a bit naive. The thing was... Scaring the shit out of Blake wasn't the best way to set him in the best mood. Even so, he couldn't help a grin that crept up, sheepishly, as Wynn threw an arm around his shoulder. Blake wondered what sort of people raised such a happily-go-lucky kid. Of course, Wynn wasn't perfect, but he still seemed it in Blake's young eyes. He was like a role model, in a way, but also someone he was close to. Sort of like a brother, but a little too loving for a brother. Was Blake attracted to him? Yes, but that didn't mean he wanted to exactly be in a relationship with him.
The point was, at the moment, his relationship with Wynn was a bit of mixed feelings. He hesitantly wrapped and arm around the other boy's shoulders casually as they strolled down the hall, "oh, it was alright," he said in return, quietly enjoying the boy's goofy accent. "I thought they were rather boring... there was one guy... teasing me." He found himself muttering off, and forgetting that Wynn was the clingy type... The protective type. He quickly glanced back at the boy, "ah, but it isn't a great big deal. I can handle it just fine. Uncle Wynn~" he said and patted the boy delicately on the back. "But I'm glad you are here. I was so lonely~"
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Post by Wynn Greyson on Sept 16, 2010 22:39:33 GMT -5
ooc here we're gonna stay up, ain't gonna lay low
It was his goal, no, duty to protect the freshman he’d become close friends with. Everyone else didn’t matter too much right now. He was done with throwing himself into relationships. Nothing ever really seemed to work. Yet, Blake was someone he became friends with quite easily. Of course, Wynn was the type that would force someone into becoming friends. Blake, however, seemed to roll along with everything. So, it was fine.
Or maybe that was his naivety talking again.
He grinned that goofy grin of his when the freshman wrapped his arm around his shoulder. They were bros, looking after each other in Wynn’s magical mind. If anyone screwed with Blake, they screwed with Wynn, which was surely rumored not to be exactly a good thing.
“Al’rite? Nada ‘g’rate’?” He frowned with his eyes slightly narrowed at the boy’s response. School wasn’t always fun, but as long as classes flew by, there was no problem. Well, unless someone decided to screw around, then Wynn wouldn’t be such a happy-go-lucky kid.
His arm dropped from Blake’s shoulder when he spoke on. A clear frown curled on his lips, pissed off at what he just heard. “Tea’sin’? Who…?” It didn’t matter that the guy seemed okay with it. Wynn wouldn’t stand for any shit. Oh no. Blake was like a close-friend-little-brother-kind-of to him.
The pat, however, helped him relax down, not being as tensed up as he had been. The sweet talking also helped him along. A grin reappeared with his arm taking its place back around his shoulder. “I’z z’hat rite?” Taking in a breath, he gave a small nod. “‘m z’sooo glad ‘hat cl’ass’z ov’ah. I getta z’see m’ Blake.”
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Post by Blake Knox on Sept 16, 2010 22:56:13 GMT -5
Blake smiled at the sound of Wynn calling him 'his Blake'. It was a little silly, but somehow he still enjoyed it. He shifted the books uncomfortably in his left arm, and wondered if his trip to the library should be detoured... He had worked quite enough today. What was the matter with enjoying a little time with his pal, Wynn? He caught sight of his room mate in the hall, Gabriel his name was, and gave him a small nod of acknowledgement. Gabe, for short, came from the same type of family as Blake... So things weren't that awkward between the two, in fact, Blake would go as far to say they were pretty good. Blake could actually see the boy as a potential friend. Of course, Uncle Wynn would be put first. He didn't want his special role model getting jealous on him.
"And it's good to see you too, Uncle Wynn~" he said with a laugh and steered them down the aisle and toward the dorms. About half the crowd trailed after. "Got any plans for tonight?" he asked as he eyed the passing room numbers for his own. Just a little further... "Because there has to be something good to do." Though, Blake would have been satisfied doing just about anything with Wynn, since he was just that fun type of guy you loved to be around. Well, that was when he was in a good mood. A bad mood, and you should just leave him alone until he got over it.
Unlocking his dorm door, only to slide off his warm blazer and toss it on the mattress, along with his text books and homework, before heading out and locking the door again. If Gabe wanted in, then he'd have to unlock it. There was no way Blake as just leaving the door wide open. It was actually a rule, more for the safety and privacy of other students... The teachers most certainly had the keys to the rooms however, to check and see if anyone is sneaking out if they want to.
Blake wrapped an arm back around Wynn's neck, and hung on a little clingy like. Wynn seemed to think this was strictly a bro-bro relationship. Even though Blake longed for somewhat, maybe a little, taste of what the boy was... he would not push him away. Not everyone was comfortable with that sort of stuff. Blake assumed Wynn wouldn't really care, but Blake wasn't sure he would ever get his feelings through that thick headed skull of his. But they weren't so strong that he couldn't resist.
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