For Ciaran, my ghetto fabulous baby.
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It's still not quite apparent to me how this muilti-member relationship began.
I'm aware of the word 'fate', and how it's been tossed around a lot these days.
But looking back on the events that have happened in the past few years,
I don't think toying with that term is appropriate.
It started with a boy. I didn't know him, but you could tell from the tenacious look in his eye that he was always aiming for something. Most adults look at people his age and think that his goals are just childlike dreams. A far off glint.
"I want to be a Korean pop star."
bang.
The student next to him, lets call him Michael, glanced up into the boy's eye looking quite scornful as he plucked the contents of his pencil bag from the tile floor.
"Is that right? Because I could've sworn that just last week I heard you babbling to some other guys in the hallways about being a film director."
"I'm serious!"
"...Uh-huh..."
"I'v been learning dances night and day. I have a really great figure for it and I'm even learning to speak Korean." he folded his arms behind his head and gawked at the other student with a smug smile. "Pretty impressed, aren't you?"
Just then, the school bell ending the period echoed throughout the large science room, and the students began to file through the door like rabbits would through an opening in a wire fence. Left behind without a response, the boy exhaled and hunched over the desk.
Why is no one taking me seriously?
At the front of the room, a young female teacher with diligently working to copy data from a textbook onto the wipe-board. She heard his sigh and glanced over her shoulder, shocked to see he was the only one left in the room besides herself.
"Was there something you needed...?"
Bluntly, he said after blowing the golden blonde hair from his eyes, "Do you think I could be a successful Korean pop idol?"
After nearly dropping her marker, she sympathized with him with a solemn smile. "Your image is cute and... you see, it's only the second month of school, Ciaran. So since I don't know you that well, I can't say much more than--"
But he was already out the door with his book bag slung over his shoulder.
Tenacious, very tenacious.
As for the second addition to this relationship, lets skip about 5 classrooms down where said addition awaits, tapping a pen cap against her chin as the final bell made it's way to her side. She quickly napped out of her daze, scooped up her books with one hand and bolted to the door only to be the second to last person out; the last person being a student who had fallen fast asleep.
Let me just start off by saying that anyone who has ever experienced a crush has to know the feeling. Do you know what I'm saying? Sweaty hands, twiddling fingers, mouth gasping for breath, primping your hair just right every morning to seem semi-presentable to the target of your adoration? Eh, it happens.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me..." the girl spat through clenched teeth as she sped her way down the hallways and finally got a glimpse of a single figure leaning against the metal banister amongst blurred figures compared to his majesty. She made her way over to him through robotic legs movements.
"H-hi, Travis..."
He popped his bubble, sucked it back in and chomped his gum a few more times before muttering a muffled "Hey."
She opened her mouth to speak once more, nearly screaming 'lets walk home together,' but stopped herself and made one last robotic wave and choked up
"See you around, then," and bolted off.
What the hell, Sofie. You're an incompetent ass.
As she made her way out of the main school doors, Ciaran popped a piece of candy into his mouth and smiled at her.
"How'd it go?"
"I nearly threw up."
"Thats nice."
She wiped the sweat from her brown and glared at the sun. "I think I'm just going to give up."
"You can't! This kind of sweet, innocent romance is something otaku dream of seeing day in and day out!"
"I'm not here to please the public, I'm here to find a boyfriend."
"That makes two of us."
She elbowed him arm in the chest, causing him to regurgitate the candy.
There was a big difference between the two of them.
Sofie was the kind of girl who had a new bandage on her knees and cheeks every day from unintentionally running into walls and tripping over her shoelaces or dogs at the park. The kind of girl who misses the assignment because she was daydreaming and is too afraid to ask anyone for the page number. In other words, you could say her and good luck have never shared the same park bench. And on the other hand, we have Ciaran, who is the kind of boy who can fall into a manure pile and come out smelling like a rose. He doesn't get stupid crushes. He can cook and act and be friendly and sweet. One day we're going to hear a report on the news about him murdering 30 guys with a flash of his smile.
Okay, lets back up here.
[[to be continued tomorrow.]]
--
It's still not quite apparent to me how this muilti-member relationship began.
I'm aware of the word 'fate', and how it's been tossed around a lot these days.
But looking back on the events that have happened in the past few years,
I don't think toying with that term is appropriate.
It started with a boy. I didn't know him, but you could tell from the tenacious look in his eye that he was always aiming for something. Most adults look at people his age and think that his goals are just childlike dreams. A far off glint.
"I want to be a Korean pop star."
bang.
The student next to him, lets call him Michael, glanced up into the boy's eye looking quite scornful as he plucked the contents of his pencil bag from the tile floor.
"Is that right? Because I could've sworn that just last week I heard you babbling to some other guys in the hallways about being a film director."
"I'm serious!"
"...Uh-huh..."
"I'v been learning dances night and day. I have a really great figure for it and I'm even learning to speak Korean." he folded his arms behind his head and gawked at the other student with a smug smile. "Pretty impressed, aren't you?"
Just then, the school bell ending the period echoed throughout the large science room, and the students began to file through the door like rabbits would through an opening in a wire fence. Left behind without a response, the boy exhaled and hunched over the desk.
Why is no one taking me seriously?
At the front of the room, a young female teacher with diligently working to copy data from a textbook onto the wipe-board. She heard his sigh and glanced over her shoulder, shocked to see he was the only one left in the room besides herself.
"Was there something you needed...?"
Bluntly, he said after blowing the golden blonde hair from his eyes, "Do you think I could be a successful Korean pop idol?"
After nearly dropping her marker, she sympathized with him with a solemn smile. "Your image is cute and... you see, it's only the second month of school, Ciaran. So since I don't know you that well, I can't say much more than--"
But he was already out the door with his book bag slung over his shoulder.
Tenacious, very tenacious.
As for the second addition to this relationship, lets skip about 5 classrooms down where said addition awaits, tapping a pen cap against her chin as the final bell made it's way to her side. She quickly napped out of her daze, scooped up her books with one hand and bolted to the door only to be the second to last person out; the last person being a student who had fallen fast asleep.
Let me just start off by saying that anyone who has ever experienced a crush has to know the feeling. Do you know what I'm saying? Sweaty hands, twiddling fingers, mouth gasping for breath, primping your hair just right every morning to seem semi-presentable to the target of your adoration? Eh, it happens.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me..." the girl spat through clenched teeth as she sped her way down the hallways and finally got a glimpse of a single figure leaning against the metal banister amongst blurred figures compared to his majesty. She made her way over to him through robotic legs movements.
"H-hi, Travis..."
He popped his bubble, sucked it back in and chomped his gum a few more times before muttering a muffled "Hey."
She opened her mouth to speak once more, nearly screaming 'lets walk home together,' but stopped herself and made one last robotic wave and choked up
"See you around, then," and bolted off.
What the hell, Sofie. You're an incompetent ass.
As she made her way out of the main school doors, Ciaran popped a piece of candy into his mouth and smiled at her.
"How'd it go?"
"I nearly threw up."
"Thats nice."
She wiped the sweat from her brown and glared at the sun. "I think I'm just going to give up."
"You can't! This kind of sweet, innocent romance is something otaku dream of seeing day in and day out!"
"I'm not here to please the public, I'm here to find a boyfriend."
"That makes two of us."
She elbowed him arm in the chest, causing him to regurgitate the candy.
There was a big difference between the two of them.
Sofie was the kind of girl who had a new bandage on her knees and cheeks every day from unintentionally running into walls and tripping over her shoelaces or dogs at the park. The kind of girl who misses the assignment because she was daydreaming and is too afraid to ask anyone for the page number. In other words, you could say her and good luck have never shared the same park bench. And on the other hand, we have Ciaran, who is the kind of boy who can fall into a manure pile and come out smelling like a rose. He doesn't get stupid crushes. He can cook and act and be friendly and sweet. One day we're going to hear a report on the news about him murdering 30 guys with a flash of his smile.
Okay, lets back up here.
[[to be continued tomorrow.]]