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[Daniel Greyson]

IF IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD, THERE'S A CHANCE IT COULD BE HAPPENING

for mr. blake <3

It was surely eventful. Was there really any other term that he could describe the few first days he’s spent at Eddingingborough? Probably not… unless it was along the lines of amusing or exhausting. It all started out with meeting his roommate who really didn’t seem to happy to have him around. Nope, he was greeted with yelling to which he didn’t know how to respond and then a threat to go off to Egypt. It wasn’t as bad as it sounds though. Daniel just strolled through the event as if it was nothing because it truly was that. He’d get used to Blake someday, probably sooner rather than later.

Taking in a breath he slouched as he walked towards the direction of the second year dorms. This place still left him confused as if it was a maze of halls he didn’t know. Some lead into dead ends while others wrapped around into who knows where. Maybe if he had got the idea to come here last year, it would be easier to find where everything was. Though, that was huge maybe. It might take him awhile to even get used to where he was going.

Daniel knew where his room was, his classrooms, the cafeteria and how to get outside. Next on his mission was to learn the way to get to the library. Perhaps darling Master Blake would be kind enough to show him the way. Daniel would just love to drag him along. Well, it wasn’t like he had Cavan to hang out with anymore. So, his fruitful roommate was the only one he could turn to, at least until he got to know a few other people.

Giving his head a shake, he picked up his pace as he finally reached the dorms. He knew exactly where his – their – room was. Blake had broken his poor wrist as well, so Daniel was curious to see if the guy was in or wondering around. Being in cast really didn’t help when it came to school. Nothing really did anyway.

He took in a deep breath before unlocking the room and stepping in. His eyes glancing over to Blake’s half of the room, wondering if the Princess was there or not, apparently not. The room was pretty much empty besides Daniel’s suitcases that were still packed along with books lying on his bed. Sighing, he plopped down onto his bed and threw his backpack to the side. Leaning back, he pulled his arms in front of his face, resting his hands over his eyes.

It wasn’t like he was worried or anything… no, that was a lie. He was worried, but it was also Blake’s fault for going off alone to get his ass kicked and not listening to the advice he said about putting ice and wrapping his wrist. Daniel really wished he had forced his roommate, or at least wished he threw ice at the poor guy. It was too late to dwell on about that, however. The deed was already done.

CALL IT COINCIDENCE, WHATEVER MAKES YOU BELIEVE

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[Blake Knox]

you gotta pick me up, come on and pick me

Blake was not a happy camper. Not in the least fucking bit. His wrist hurt more than a mother, even though he took medication that morning, and somehow that guy escaped his dubbed punishment of taking Blake's notes. His teachers had given him the notes. A nice gesture, yes, but that was not what he wanted. He wanted divine punishment to that idiot, who twisted his wrist. He would have to get him back one way or another... That idiot who seemed oh-so-smug at Blake's cast. He was just about ready to call for an assassination. No, he should just make sure that guy can never have children. After all, the world doesn't need more monsters like him.

See, Blake one-arm, had all these text books and notes to balance on one arm. How the fuck did that work? A few times today he had to stop and balance some on his thigh to get grip of the rest. He looked like a damn stork. That morning, after taking the medication, he had felt fine for about two hours. But as in rolled second period his arm felt like it was on fire. And soon his head was throbbing along with it. Wouldn't it be better to just saw his arm off? Blake wasn't a baby about pain, but really, you should be able to take more than one advil per seven hours. Stupid school rules. It wasn't like he was a druggie. But he couldn't say the same for everyone in Eddingborough. Perhaps, he could get something from one of them later. If it got much worse.

The point was, Blake wasn't in the best of moods as he returned back to his dorm. Possibly to burrow up in the uncomfortable mattress, a mark of suffering for his freedom, and maybe let his arm rest on the board above his head. Making it elevated might help the pain, and the throbbing. He passed down the hallway as quickly as possible, hoping not to bump into any familiar faces. He really couldn't take any more shit right now. All he wanted to do was escape in peace.

It took several minutes of struggling for Blake to retrieve the key from his pocket. With the books balanced on his leg again, welcome back Mr. Stork, and his good hand digging through his pocket. When he finally reached it, the books tipped off and spilled onto the floor. Blake looked down at the mess of paper and text for a few seconds. "Screw it," he mumbled to himself and reached for the door handle. It was unlocked. The damn door was unlocked! He kicked it open and strode in to see Daniel already on his side of the room.

"What's up, my slave?" he asked, squatting down to retrieve his suitcase out from under his bed. He need some stress relief. As he unzipped it, he found a mixture of clothes left over. Boxers, his favorite pair of skinny jeans, and a few plain tee shirts. They were just in the dorm, so why not get comfortable? He began to unbutton his school shirt, struggling a bit with one good hand. His other figures were too swollen to be much of a help. It was a wonder he got it on that morning at all.

when i'm falling down, you've got to pick me up

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(c) lyrics - Pick Me Up, The Format

[Daniel Greyson]

IF IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD, THERE'S A CHANCE IT COULD BE HAPPENING

poor guy </3

Stretching backwards, he finally just yawned and rolled onto his side, too tired to really give a damn about anything else. It didn’t matter if he ruffled up this uniform either; he had a spare after all. So Daniel just kicked back and tried to relax for once. The busy day and all the worrying left him more exhausted then he had been in awhile. It wouldn’t really surprise him if he just fell asleep as he was.

He sat up as soon as he heard the door handle rattling, guessing that it was probably Blake or some poor guy that really was lost. His bet was on Blake. It took a few minutes before the guy actually entered the room though, and he didn’t seem very happy. A frown ran along Daniel’s lips as one of his eyebrows raised. His poor, poor roommate must have been put through hell with that cast of his. Well, he was kind of lucky not having to write a million notes an hour.

Master Blake of course greeted him, seeming to make sure that he didn’t call Daniel by his name but called him his slave instead. It didn’t matter to him, though, he just shrugged it off. Plus it was amusing. As long as it didn’t get old, Daniel was okay. He had to admit, it would be nice if they could actually be friends, but doubted Blake wished to stand on the same level as the Welsh boy.

“Nothing much,” he mumbled as an answer before plopping back down. His so-called ‘Master’ started to undress, but seemed to need a bit of help. One arm to unbutton a shitload of buttons didn’t really work out to well, not like Daniel could sympathize with him though. He never really broke anything… maybe a toe or something, but nothing much. The only injury that really shocked the living daylights out of him had been that falling accident.

Giving his head a shake, he narrowed an eye and shifted over into a sitting position, his legs hanging over the side of the bed. “Need any help?” He amused with a petty smile curling along his lips. Are you going to be stubborn about it? Daniel couldn’t really guess what the guy’s reply would be. Sure, he did command him to get him stuff, but it wasn’t anything big. Just small tasks, like getting him water or like his first order to get his suitcase. Daniel probably wouldn’t forget about that.

Taking in a breath, he leaned his elbows down onto his knees, ready to move if need be.

CALL IT COINCIDENCE, WHATEVER MAKES YOU BELIEVE

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lyrics © runner runner.

[Blake Knox]

you gotta pick me up, come on and pick me

lol, only you&daniel would take pity on a snob like him~ <3

Blake twitched a bit at hearing the offer, and scooted around to face Daniel. "Do I look like I need help?" clearly, the answer was yes, but it was a rhetorical question. Standing up, he dipped down so that the half unbuttoned shirt slide half way down his back. Too stubborn, to ask for any help, Blake hopped up and down, and pulled at the cloth with his good hand. It looked like some sort of show, Blake hopping up and down, trying to tear off a shirt that clung stubbornly to his back. "Ack," he cried when the show came to a sudden end. While hopping, aimlessly, he had managed to bump butts with his dresser, and toppled forward, toward the ground. But before he could reach the ground he was saved by his stork exercises... One leg manged to keep him balance.

Blake stood up straight soon after, and smoothed down his shirt. Still flushed, from effort he forth put, he didn't look at Daniel, who had just gotten the show of his life. "Ahh," he said, pushing his bangs back with the air of royalty, "that was some exercise." He sniffed, turned his back on Daniel, and continued to unbutton his shirt. Finally, he reached the last one, and gently slide his good arm out first, before carefully removing the draped cloth on his cast. Then threw the shirt to the corner of his side of the room, never wanting to see it again, before squatting down by his suitcase again.

He retrieved his favorite, navy v-neck shirt, and slipped his crappy arm in first. This was much easier to get on. He zipped his suitcase back up, and shoved it back underneath the bed. And then he carefully laid on his bed. He could hear the springs groan, and let out a content sigh. "See? Easily done," he said before closing his eyes to the world.

All Blake wanted was to go to sleep. To let Eddingborough disappear, and his stupid broken wrist. But none of it didn't. Instead his head throbbed, and a mixture of red stirred from underneath his eyelids. He peeked them open, "shit." Sitting up again, he let the cast rest on the top of his head, and turned to face his room mate. "Daniel, I'm going to go see the nurse for drugs. You coming?" It wasn't like Blake to ask people to go places. Rather, he leaves and they follow if they like. But somehow, he felt that this was no pleasure trip, so he had to ask. "If I pass out on the way, make sure I don't bang my cranium on anything too hard," he added as he stood up, thankful he didn't take off his shoes. The shirt? Who the fuck cared? He wasn't about to put that white, button up shit on again. Besides, it was after school now.

when i'm falling down, you've got to pick me up

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(c) lyrics - Pick Me Up, The Format

[Daniel Greyson]

IF IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD, THERE'S A CHANCE IT COULD BE HAPPENING

psh, he's adorable D: ... secretly xD

Obviously. Daniel wanted to bark up a few words that might just change the poor guy’s mind, but instead, remained quiet. At some point, he knew he’d have to ask for his help. It didn’t matter when; he just knew he’d snap someday. He dropped the smile and stared instead. Staring at a guy struggling to get dress… he felt like he was kicking a puppy or something. It was just pitiful to watch.

He muffled out a sigh and almost moved forward as if he was about to stand to just help the guy out anyway, yet changed his mind. For some entertainment, maybe he could even get Blake to be pleading help for once. Though, he kind of doubted that would ever happen. Either way, it would be kind of fun to see if he could make the guy beg. That kind of went against his character, however.

Debating about, he only snapped into reality again when Blake fell forward. Daniel jumped forward slightly, ready to catch him if needed, but instead, his roommate caught himself. His blue going green eyes narrowed with an annoyed look flashing onto his facial features for a few seconds before he leaned back. You’re going to end up hurting yourself.

Daniel wanted to snicker at the words Blake seemed to come up with. It just made it all the more pitiful for the guy. Amused, a half smirk replaced his annoyed look instead. Yeah, it really looks like your having a total blast. He relaxed back while watching his roommate have a bit more of an easier time with getting a navy shirt on. “Yeah, I can see that,” he murmured with that half smirk still glued to his lips.

Maybe he was being a bit of an ass, but he did offer for some help and it wasn’t like he was laughing his ass off either. He was just in one of his moods, tired but amused at the event that just happened before him. His sarcastic side can’t always hide, now could it? Nope, mainly because he’s known Blake for a few days, so it wouldn’t exactly kill him. Hopefully, at least, he didn’t know what the guy would do if he voiced all of his comments.

He perked up slightly, kind of forgetting how much pain his roommate must be in. A concerned look knocked out his sarcastic side for now as he glanced over at him. “Yeah,” he replied, standing up with the word and turned towards the door as Blake commented about passing out. “Sure thing,” I’ll just have to make sure it’s all rainbows and shit for you, right? Shaking his head, he opened the door, holding it open and motioning for Blake to exit.

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[Blake Knox]

you gotta pick me up, come on and pick me

way, wayyy down. Possibly. lol <3

Since Daniel agreed, Blake got up as he opened the door. At the bottom of the door were his notes and text books stacked in a neat pile near the door. On the top was a post-it-note, which Blake hurriedly snatched up before Daniel could take a look. The color was hot pink, and the handwriting was sloppily written with a blue pen. Don't be making messes in the hallway, even if you have a broken wrist, it's no excuse. And be sure to study your notes later, and don't drink too much. Bradford. Blake stood there, a little dumbfounded, and stared at the familiar hand writing... How dare he tease him so!

Crumpling up the post-it-note, and throwing it on the ground in frustration, Blake stormed down the dorm hallway, in the opposite direction of the nurses office. He wasn't thinking about how much his wrist hurt or that he was supposed to be going to the nurse, but something horrid enough to do to that guy. He rapped on the dorm door of one of the rooms impatiently, until he heard a click and then was face to face with him. He looked at Blake blankly for a moment, and then seemed to remember the note he had written. "Oh, Blake? What are you doing here? Want to come in, we are having a little party-"

"No, I want you to get down on your fucking knees, and beg me not to have you suspended," he spoke in a voice so very soft, but powerful. He glared at the boy, whom physically overwhelmed him. He was taller, by a few inches, than Blake and obviously worked out, to Blake who was a pole.

The man just smirked at him. "Aren't you making too much of a scene Brad-"

Before he could say anything else Blake's hand lashed out in a full force slap, "don't say my name!" he hissed between his teeth. His hand stung from the impact, and he rubbed it on his thigh to stop the tingling. To think, he actually trusted this guy with his name! He didn't deserve to know his name. "Get down, now," he muttered at the boy, whom was now rubbing his sore left cheek.

The larger boy, annoyed, glared at Blake. "No," he said stubbornly, and grabbed Blake's shirt and pulled him forward into a kiss. Right there. In the door frame. In front of who ever gave a care to look.

Blake froze when he felt the same lips he had just had yesterday. The end product had been, him breaking his goddamn wrist. He thought they were past all this. He explained calmly to him yesterday, and what did he get? A mouthful of tongue. Normally, Blake wouldn't really care, but he was too pissed off at this guy for being insistent to stay in his life. He had moved on, and so should he. It was almost a little pitiful. So, Blake allowed him a minute to do what ever he wanted. Was it pity? No, rather, it was guilt. Five more seconds.

He lifted his foot, and gave the boy a good kick in the shin. A minute was his limit, he shouldn't try going over board. So, the boy fell back and clutched his shin in pain. It was his own fault, for making things more difficult than they could have been. He let out a long sigh, "don't bother me again. Ever." With that, Blake set off down the hall as quickly as one could walk without running. He wasn't running away, he just didn't want to see that face anymore. He had moved on, and he was better off the way he was now. Even with a broken wrist. His pace slowed as he reached the end of the dorm hallway, and saw the nurse's office in sight. There was no way she was going to deny him two advil. He had a killer headache now.

when i'm falling down, you've got to pick me up

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(c) lyrics - Pick Me Up, The Format

[Daniel Greyson]

IF IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD, THERE'S A CHANCE IT COULD BE HAPPENING

ehdwjeh xD;

His eyes darted down when he saw the books and such stacked in a pile in front of the doorway. All he could really do was blink, confused and curious to why they were there before Blake rushed through and snatched a hot pink note from atop of the pile. Daniel glanced from side to side, truly puzzled to what was going on. If something actually was going on. Maybe Blake had just been embarrassed that he used a pink note or something? Hell, he didn’t know. That’s cute.

But before he even had the chance to even comment on it, his roommate was charging off in the opposite direction from the nurse’s office. “Wait… where-” He bit his lip, and rushed after, closing the door and not bothering to check if it was locked or not. Whatever was going on, something was wrong and Blake was acting a bit… too quiet and pissed. Daniel held his breath as he trailed after him, a frown creased along his lips with concern eyes as well.

He slowed to a stop as soon as he saw Blake knocking on the door, the guy from before appeared. Daniel’s eyes widened for a moment, wondering what the hell his roommate was up to. Blake already got a broken wrist, what was next on the table? Whatever it was, the Welsh boy decided he wouldn’t allow it even if both of them towered over him.

Well, maybe, yeah. He didn’t know if he’d actually allow himself to get hurt protecting someone he didn’t really even know. Yet, at the same time, Daniel couldn’t just stand there and watch violence enfold. For now, he just stood at least five or six feet away from both of them. His eyes narrowed, worried, but not wishing to get in the middle of it. He didn’t even know what they were fighting about.

The slap made his eyes widen again, shocked, and shuffling forward a few inches. He knew something was going to happen, but didn’t know exactly what. Hell, Daniel could even feel the hair on the back of his neck standing up. As soon as the other guy grabbed Blake’s shirt, he took a step forward before just standing there dumbfounded. He… just kissed him, right? What the hell…

No, it wasn’t exactly the gayness that shocked him. He’s seen guys kiss before – thanks to darling Cavan – but just didn’t expect a kiss to happen. Really, he just stared, dumbfounded with a strange look crossing his features. He didn’t know how long he was staring till Blake kicked the guy and started walking off which snapped him back into reality.

He did sudden turn, slipping slightly but catching himself and pacing after Blake. At the moment, he didn’t know what to say, or even what the hell he should do. Would it be right to ask? Shaking his head, he decided that it wouldn’t be right. He’d just lend his roommate a shoulder or a hand if needed.

As his pace slowed, Daniel kept to his and nearly walked into him if it wasn’t for noticing a bit late and freezing right behind him. Taking in a breath, he stepped back and turned, staring at Blake, still confused as ever. “… Are you okay?” That was really all he could muster up before giving him a concerned look.

CALL IT COINCIDENCE, WHATEVER MAKES YOU BELIEVE

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lyrics © runner runner.

[Blake Knox]

you gotta pick me up, come on and pick me

poor, poor confused Daniel. I love you xDD;; <3

Blake instinctively got prickly at the question. Was he okay? Did he look or act, fucking, okay? He was in pain, had a clingy ex, and could only take a single pill every seven hours. No, he wasn't okay. He turned sharply on his heels, ready to take it all out on poor Daniel, who had done nothing. And then he saw the concern on his face. Blake wasn't a sensitive guy, so why did his big mouth suddenly snap shut?

He turned his back on his room mate and stormed into the nurses office. "Miss! I need two pain killers every four hours. Not one every seven hours!" he complained loudly, and took a seat in one of the plush chairs outside her separate office.

She seemed to hear because she peeked outside warily, "Mr. Knox, ah. I see, but you must have-"

"A doctor's note. Yes, I know. But my wrist hurts too much. And I can't go see my doctor until tomorrow, you, being the nurse, should take the liberty of taking care of your students. Two pills, every four hours, is all I ask." He crossed his legs as the nurse fidgeted over what to do, "unless taking care of patients in pain isn't in your best interest," Blake observed blankly.

"Of course it is!" the nurse said defensively, and hesitated to find the right words, "I just also have an interest in keeping my job..."

"Then give me the medicine," he replied sharply, a soft smile forming on the edges of his lips. And hurry on about it, before I fucking die right here and now. "Please, nurse," he pleaded in his best 'pathetic' voice. Please, before I resort to buying some injection shit from the druggies. The nurse gave him a long look, but eventually unlocked the medicine cabinet and handed him two small capsules and a paper cup full of water. "Thank you, so much, Miss," he muttered as he popped them in chewed, hoping that would make them work faster, and rinsed the bitter stuff down with the water.

He disposed of the cup on the way out. But it just missed the garbage can. He hesitated, wondering if he should pick it up, and decided against it. Since when was he such a fucking good citizen anyway?

Stepping outside, he inhaled deeply, and shortly gestured for Daniel to follow. He was feeling a bit better, but the drugs couldn't have kicked in by now, could they? Maybe he felt better, mentally, knowing he might be able to sleep tonight... Without his wrist throbbing pain. He'd have to go to the doctors tomorrow, so he wouldn't have to convince the stubborn nurse, again, to give him medicine for his pain. Where they all sadistic here? Seriously, Blake had to admit, he could be a little sadistic, but not to the point where he liked to see people suffer.

When they arrived back to the dorm, he froze and turned to face Daniel. "Look, I'm sorry. I don't pretend to be Mr. Perfect because, well, I'm definitely not fucking perfect. Him and I, you see, we had some history together. A lot happened last year, a lot of shit, and I don't feel like recalling it all right now, since I have a migraine... So, yeah. Open the door, would you? I have to grab my notes." He bent down to scoop up the stack with one arm. It wasn't as difficult as it had been that morning, he was already used to having just one arm... He didn't know if that was something he should be pissed or thankful about.

when i'm falling down, you've got to pick me up

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(c) lyrics - Pick Me Up, The Format

[Daniel Greyson]

IF IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD, THERE'S A CHANCE IT COULD BE HAPPENING

<33~

He didn’t know what to do. It really pulled apart how they were merely acquaintances instead of friends. Usually friends knew what to do when things like this happened. Yet, Daniel was just stricken there, wanting to help, but not knowing what he could possibly do. It felt so weird… and even painful.

When Blake turned towards him, his eyebrows raised along with his eyes widening, in surprised more than anything else. If he was going to say something, how would he reply? Instead, he just turned away from him again. To which, Daniel’s hand moved out as if to catch him, but he stopped himself from moving it anywhere close. Taking in a deep breath, he relaxed his hand back to his side as his roommate entered the Nurse’s Office.

Instead of usually following him in, he just stood there, waiting where he was for him to get back while being deep in thought. It almost made him want to go and get something for the headache that was now rattling around in his own head.

Shaking his head, he pulled his arm up to his forehead and let out a sigh. Screw this… I’m tired… He really was, since the beginning. Yet, drama always seemed to find his poor roommate and he somehow always got involved in it. Not like he didn’t mind. Well, actually he kind of did, but it wasn’t going to make him stay away from Blake. Maybe, oh gosh, he just didn’t know.

He glanced over to the wall beside him; it was looking oh-so desirable when it came to banging his head on the wall. If he knew this was what he’d get into, he wondered if he’d still come to Eddingborough. He could be home, relaxing and chatting away with Cavan instead of dealing with drama. But, did he really want to keep with the same old thing happening over and over?

Ugh, just shut up! Shaking his head once more a few times, he glanced over as the door opened with Blake heading out. He didn’t exactly know if he got the meds or not, but right now, Daniel didn’t even want to think about it. Somehow, he wished that there was someone to brighten the mood a bit. Everything just confused the shit out of him. And if he knew Blake like he did, then he knew he wouldn’t be willing to answer his questions.

He followed in after Blake anyway, feeling a bit nervous to what would happen next. For all he knew, another random guy would hijack their trip back to the dorm. Instead of really paying attention, he just looked down at the floor and messed around with his eyebrows.

They finally arrived at their room and he stopped as soon as Blake did. His eyes looking upwards, narrowing slightly before turning to stare at the door’s handle. He’d have to unlock it, right? Yeah, he guessed so. As he dug in his pocket for his key, Blake finally said something. Daniel looked over towards him as he spoke; still wondering what kind of facial expression he should show.

First… “Why are you apologizing…?” He questioned after Blake finished, watching him grab his books and notes off from the floor. I’m not asking you to be anyone… It sounded too corny to say and he really didn’t want to get all emotional either. He could get all sappy later when the time really was right. It didn’t seem right at the moment. He shook his head, for the millionth time, and unlocked the door. “It’s fine.” And not my business.

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[Blake Knox]

you gotta pick me up, come on and pick me

poor, poor confused Daniel. I love you xDD;; <3

"Oh?" he asked, raising his eyebrows as the door unlocked, "I'll remember that then. Next time I make the effort to apologize, I won't." With that he rushed through the open door, just making his bed as the books spilled out of his reach. Way to make it close. He sat down, on the bloody mattress he wished he was on an hour ago sleeping, and flipped open his science book. Science was his best subject, so why not start there? Perhaps it would make his headache go away, not that it was half as bad as earlier.

He leaned against the dashboard of his bed and lifted his knees so that his text book might lay on them as he read. He read page after page, stopping to only occasionally push back his hair or his glasses that slide down the straight bridge of his nose. When ever he reached a quick question, review in the book to make sure you are understanding what you are reading, he would begin that old habit. Chewing his thumb. Blake's father had tried, since his childhood, to stop him from chewing his thumb. But it was something Blake couldn't help. When ever he was in deep thought, he would automatically start, without even knowing he was doing it. It also had a way of occurring when he was nervous. So he found out when he chewed his thumb until it bled at his grandfather's funeral. His father had scowled him. There was no stopping it though, it was some sort of process of thinking for him.

A few moments of thinking, he would let him thumb go and turn the page to continue reading. They were supposed to only read ten pages tonight, but he decided to skip ahead five more pages. It wasn't that painful, since he liked science, and tomorrow - if he felt like it - he would only have to read half as much as the rest of the kids.

Whenever Blake started in his studies like this, he was nearly impossible to interrupt. Yes, when he was little he had little of the attention span of a puppy, but as the years passed he became more like his father. Able to study for long periods of time without getting distracted form anything. Somehow, when he opened a book, the world would evaporate and all that existed was a soft tune his mom would play on the piano, and the words on the text. You would have to, literally, wrench the book from his fingers to catch his attention. Once you did he would remain in some sort of a trance for three or five minutes. When his mother first did this to him, she was worried he was sick. Luckily, his father said he was the same way in his younger years.

Blake pushed up his glasses up the bridge of his nose, again. It wasn't something that really bothered him, after getting them in second grade, he was quite used to them by now. Pushing them up, was another automatic habit of his. The strange thing was, when he had contacts in instead. And his face felt bare. Ah, another review question. The edge of his thumb was getting gnawed on, while he thought silently to himself. Now....

when i'm falling down, you've got to pick me up

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(c) lyrics - Pick Me Up, The Format

[Daniel Greyson]

IF IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD, THERE'S A CHANCE IT COULD BE HAPPENING

wanna wrap this thread up? or continue on? xD;

All he could do was really bite his lip and keep himself from snapping at him. He knew snapping at him wouldn’t do anything, but he wanted to. Daniel really didn’t mean anything bad from it, he just… wanted to be a bit nice yet it backfired and shot him deep instead. Gulping, he just watched Blake enter the room and go over to his bed, getting books and such out. Studying…? Or just ignoring me… or both?

Forget it. He shifted, pulling his key from the lock and glanced over towards Blake for a few seconds again. For now, he was going to walk off all of the confusion and frustration. Hopefully Blake really didn’t need him for the moment. If he did, well, it was a kind of, a ‘too bad’ shitty deal. Daniel needed to clear his mind and sitting in the room wouldn’t do him any good.

Closing the door, he turned and paced towards the direction of the cafeteria. Hell, it didn’t matter where he was going. It just matter that he was walking. Maybe going outside, not exiting the campus, but just staying outside for a few minutes to get some fresh air. For now, he just decided to go get something to drink, maybe even get something for Blake. Not that he knew what exactly he’d want.

Ugh, shit… He picked up his pace before slowing down and picking it back up, repeating the cycle over and over until he reached the cafeteria. Sighing, he just shook his head, staring at the walls again as if he wanted to bang his head through them a few times. Maybe it would knock some sense into him, or at least just knock him out for awhile.

Exhaling, he glanced over to the vending machines, kind of tempted to take his frustration out on them instead. But, left the poor things in tack just because he knew he’d get into some serious trouble. Shifting his weight, he dug into his pocket for a few coins and pushed the button for some tea. It took a few seconds before the machine gave it away and he grabbed it before popping it open and taking a sip. Well, he had to admit he’s tasted better.

He was about to turn and walk back when he paused, turning back over and putting more coins into the machine, pressing the button for some more tea and a water bottle. Sighing, he offered up a small smile at no one but himself before grabbing the drinks and heading back.

The trip back to the dorms was taken in more of a slower pace than the trip over to the machines. Daniel didn’t exactly wish to walk in to an annoyed Blake either. He was kind of exhausted too. Even if he had a bit of homework left to do, he’d probably just pass out and wake up early instead.

He slowed once he saw their dorm room coming closer and closer into reach. Taking in a deep breath, he leaned down and placed the drinks on the floor for a moment to open the door and all. Once it was open, he wearily glanced over towards Blake, leaning down and grabbing the drinks again. From then, he really didn’t say anything, just set the tea and water over towards his roommate and sat on his bed, taking the last sip out of his before plopping down backwards.

He was ready to just fall asleep when he realized he was still in his uniform. Loosening his tie, he slid it off and threw it into a corner besides his bed before unbuttoning down his shirt and sliding that off as well. Tossing it in the same pile, his pants were next which were flung over too. It was a normal habit for him to just sleep in his boxers. He stretched backwards and laid down before moving partly under the covers. Glancing over to Blake, he wondered if he should even say anything.

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