1x1 with tabby-chan

[bee]

(I already ship 'em, too, so hopefully not )

ｑｕｉｎｎｅｌｙ
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
the boys and girls
in the cliques, the
awful names that
they stick, you're
never gonna fit in
much, kid

Quinn made a mental note to thank Luka later. It came to him slowly, but he soon realized...his best friend was here. They could be close again. After thirteen years of growing up together, spending nights sitting on the roof of Quinn's house and walking out into the forest to climb trees, he doubted they wouldn't become friends again. He'd really missed Luka, more than he thought. The other boy was like a part of him that'd been ripped out and stollen for six years. A smile pulled on Quinn's lips, not matter how hard he tried to stifle it. He thought about his 'friend', about his name and how he'd always loved it. The way it easily rolled off his tongue, how unique it was. How it suited him, yet he somehow couldn't place why. Luka had always known how to cheer him up, too. If Quinn got bullied that day, the other boy would poke and tickle him until a giggle escaped his mouth and he'd shove him away with a grin. Simple little things that made his life a whole lot brighter.

Quinn found himself glancing over at his old buddy, who had his head against the table and was lazily rolling a pencil across the surface of the desk. He'd fall asleep easily, he remembered, and Miles would always prod him awake after class then mess up his hair and tease him about drooling. Amusement sparked in his green-blue hues, and he had a hard time tearing his gaze away from the bored teen. He couldn't just stare, that was creepy. He'd wait until after class to talk to him.

[foxes800]

((Good. I'm not the only one. xP))

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ
It had only been a matter of time. The teacher, Luka, Quinn, and just about everyone else in the room knew it would happen: Luka finally dozed off, pencil in hand. As the rest of the class dragged on, Mrs. Sumptor made no move to wake him, not even as the sound of the bell blurted through the empty hallways. Ian was the one to do it, smacking Luka as roughly as he could manage on the back of the head. Apparently, the big oaf thought it would be hysterical. A string of swears left the werewolf’s mouth as he jerked awake. “Dammit Ian! I am going to kick your ass!” It wasn’t just a threat. It was a promise, and the other guy knew it. Luka’d never seen the guy scurry off to his next class as fast as he did just then. “Idiot.” Shoving his unused notebook back into his backpack, the eighteen year old slung it over his shoulder and began to head to his next class. Science. A course he didn’t totally despise. By the time he managed to make his way to the other side of the school and through the swarm of students, the room was almost full and most of the seats were taken. He took one of the empty spots in the back, as usual, and cast a glance towards his “friends”. For once they hadn’t insisted on sitting near him. About time he got some peace and quiet.

[bee]

ｑｕｉｎｎｅｌｙ
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
the boys and girls
in the cliques, the
awful names that
they stick, you're
never gonna fit in
much, kid

the rough smack could be heard from a few rows down, and Quinn immediately flinched at the sound. Is head jerking in the other boys direction, he saw that Luka was now sitting bolt upright, and the bigger brute was snickering as he scooted out the door. Ouch. He resisted the urge to giggle at the dark haired boy's swears as he packed his bag, and Quinn was reminded to do so also. After finishing up and slinging his back over his shoulder, he took a sharp breath and looked up, ready to walk over to Luka. Something inside of his chest deflated when he realized the other boy had already left. Oh. He mentally scolded himself for thinking he'd remember him; it'd been six years, Luka had made new friends and moved on. Quinn, not so much. His happiness now stunted, the boy trudged out the door, heading towards his next class. Art, then math. After lunch he thought he recalled a welcome ceremony being held in the gym. Gaze locked on the floor, he finally reached his class, sitting down in the middle this time. This teacher was supposed to be sweet, and Quinn honestly enjoyed art. Drawing and painting and sculpting took his mind off things.

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ
-----Currently, Quinn was as close to freedom as he could get, at least from the popular crowd. Art, music, and any other class that involved creativity were considered loser courses. Of course, Luka was in music, but every year he simply claimed to be getting the fine arts requirement out of the way. And one of the others were bright enough or observant enough to realize he’d been making that excuse for four years! Great friends they were.
-----As he sat through the science lesson, Alex, a short male with spiky, black hair and a superiority complex, began to chuck small balls of crumpled paper at the back of his head in a vain attempt to get his attention. The topic of the day was Quinn, and he was all anyone wanted to talk about. The obnoxious popular was no exception. Right now, Alex was proposing that Quinn had gotten kicked out of too many schools, forcing him to move into town and transfer here. Yeah. That was about as likely as an elephant growing wings and flying across the Atlantic. Yet, somehow, by the end of the hour, the entire science class knew and had spread the rumor around the school.
-----Once they were out of the room, Ian immediately greeted the two. Before a word left the blonde’s big mouth, Luka could already tell that he was itching to interrogate the boy. “I hope he’s in math next. I want to see what he did. I mean who transfers to a different school for their senior year? It’s just too suspicious. He has to have done something wrong.” That was how the entire conversation trudged on, all the way to Mr. Heck’s room.

[bee]

ｑｕｉｎｎｅｌｙ
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
the boys and girls
in the cliques, the
awful names that
they stick, you're
never gonna fit in
much, kid

Quinnely's art teacher was chill, so he immediately decided this would be his stress relief class. A laid-back teacher and a quiet room was all he needed. The guy even allowed them to listen to music while working, which surprised and pleased him. Soon he dismissed the class, and Quinn set the strap of his pack over one shoulder, comforted as the bag bounced familiarly against his back as he walked out the door. A few curious glances where thrown at him in the hallway, and Quinn soon started to feel uneasy. What? Was being a new kid really that big of a deal? The glances where stolen back and replaced with whispers from one person to another, much too quiet for the teen to hear. Huffing a puff of air through his nose in agitation, he pushed through the crowd until he reached math class. Mr. Heck's class was right next to the art room, so he had lots of time before class started. Ew, math. Quinn was decent at it, good even, but disliked it. He strode over to the back of the room, settling down in a cold chair and setting his bag on the back of it. Quinn found himself drumming his index fingers against the deck's surface, a bored habit. His leg bounced up and down, foot tapping gently on the tiled ground. He wondered if Luka would be in this class, and started to desperately hope so.

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~
-----First person Ian saw? Quinn. Not a good day back for his best friend. “Dude, go ask him about it.” Ian’s nudge forward, coupled with the persistent requests from the other populars, resulted in Luka strolling over to where the shy male was seated. His signature, lopsided grin slowly made its way across his features as he settled in the desk beside him. While the others in his group... well, they were trying not to make it apparent that they were eavesdropping and gradually shifting closer and closer. “So... what’d ya do to get shipped back here? Our bet’s on too many expulsions.” If hadn’t been obvious before that Luka had fallen victim to peer pressure, it probably was now. The pair had grown up together. They knew each other better than they knew themselves. Even after six years, Luka would never have thought that his old pal could do anything bad enough to get kicked from school. Yet, here he was, asking when he already knew the answer to his own question. “Hey loser, you still got some paint on your arms.” Kyle had piped in and the group had surrounded Quinn from all sides. “You don’t actually like that pointless, wimpy class, do you?” Bonus points for Luka for making that remark. The others laughed, matching, devilish grins present on all their smug, stupid faces. The werewolf hated all of them, but right now he mostly hated himself. "Let's see one of your purty pictures, pretty boy."

[bee]

ｑｕｉｎｎｅｌｙ
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
the boys and girls
in the cliques, the
awful names that
they stick, you're
never gonna fit in
much, kid

a sheepish smile pulled at Quinn's lips as Luka strutted in and slid into the desk beside him, his buddies obviously eavesdropping. Man, they weren't the sharpest tools in the shed. Reaching up to tug back on his slipping beanie, Quinn quirked a dark brow at the brunette's question. Expulsions? He almost laughed. "ah...n-no. Where'd you get that idea?" one of the big jocks lumbered over and snickered something about paint on his arm. Quinn glanced over and noticed a smudge of blue on his wrist, and lifted a shoulder in a shrug. He didn't really care. Something inside of him twisted a little when Luka questioned his liking of art class. It wasn't all that nerdy, was it? A light blush dusted his face, but he tried to force it down. Well, that wasn't exactly a friendly tone, now was it. Looking up at the jock who had just spoken, he offered a mockingly shy smile. "oh, you think I'm pretty? How sweet. Only the third class and I'm already getting compliments." he shuffled a little in his seat, finding it hard to sit still in all his nervousness. "but unfortunately my 'pretty picture' is tucked away in art class, so I can't exactly show you."

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~
-----Just about the only break Quinn received was the lack of mocking when he blushed. The bullies noticed, of course; they were just too busy calming Ian down again. The new kid’s smart ass, little remark had made the muscular, blonde furious. And Ian’s horrible temper didn’t help them much. It took three of the populars just to keep the guy from lunging at Quinn, five (including Luka) to make him sit down. The werewolf had to bite his lower lip just to stop himself from bursting into a fit of laughter. It was all pretty amusing to him. That was his sarcastic, little Quinnely. “Hope you can run fast,” the taller male spat from across the room. The first day of school and his best friend had already made an enemy. “You’re dead meat. I hope you realize that.” Luka felt the need to state the obvious out loud. And hopefully, Quinn would also take it as ‘we’re no longer friends, and I won’t back you up on this’. It would kill him to have to actually say those words. Hints were so much easier.

[bee]

ｑｕｉｎｎｅｌｙ
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
the boys and girls
in the cliques, the
awful names that
they stick, you're
never gonna fit in
much, kid

making enemies on the first day of school hadn't been at the top of his list, but sarcasm always seemed to roll off his tongue naturally, and it often ended in him getting beat up. This seemed to be leading to that. Quinn swallowed hard as the other boys, including Luka, dragged Ian back to his seat. He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, anxiety making his limbs feel light. Luckily, he did run fast. His mind drifted to the random memory of watching Forest Gump. 'run, forest, run!' heh. It made a hysterical, nervous chuckle escape his lips. Luka commented on how he would be dead meat. Quinnely lifted his shoulder again, green-blue eyes flickering over to his old friend. Where they even friends anymore? He'd changed so much. Instead of a twiggy little kid, Luka had become quite the looker. His jawline and eyes and hair; basically everything about him, though Quinn would never admit it; were handsome and suited him well. He had muscle. That quirky grin was something the ladies would kill for. "He shouldn't be throwing out insults if he can't take any himself." He mused, now tapping a pencil against the side of his leg. Quinn bit his lip and looked forward, at the chalk board and the empty desk in front of him, then decided to attempt a conversation with Luka. "So you've...stayed here? For seventeen years?" He paused and corrected himself. "Eighteen." it was past Luka's birthday. Funny he'd remembered. "and picked up a little group of admirers. that's great." his two sentences were clipped as he tried to show as little heartache in them as possible.

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~
-----Amber eyes flickered over to Quinn. The rubbing of the back of his head, the hysterical, nervous chuckle... Wow. Over the last six years, his friend had become much more timid. Now, the boy had never been the most confident person in the world, but it seemed to have only gotten worse. “Maybe you shouldn’t be throwing around sarcastic remarks if you can’t take on the thug in a fight.” It was a fair argument. Quinn had a little muscle definition on his arms, but he would be no match for Ian. And that shy, anxious demeanour only hurt his case. “Quinnely, you’re scrawny. He is going to pulverize you. He’ll snap your bones and use them as toothpicks.” It was an obvious warning and Luka’s last to his old pal. He’d need to hightail it out of there today or they, Luke included, would catch him and beat him up. The werewolf would have no choice in the matter, and, even though he hadn’t quite figured out that he imprinted, he could still realize that it would be a painful, heartbreaking experience for the both of them.
-----For another minute or so, the pair sat in silence, Luka’s gaze still locked ahead. Since he was trying to show the populars that he didn’t care about Quinn, should he even bother replying? Probably not. He would just keep it short, to the point, and wouldn’t make eye contact with the boy. “Yep. Same town. Different house. And yeah. It’s just... great.” There was a moment of hesitation. In reality, his ‘little group of admirers’ meant nothing to him. And he couldn’t deny that he had missed his sweet Quinnely like crazy. “What about you? Sure you had a group of admirers in Tennessee.” Luka couldn’t help himself. He had to know: had he been replaced?