1x1 with tabby-chan

[bee]

(it's been decent. Homework wasn't too bad this week, so I'm happy uvu you?)

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quinnely
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the boys and girls
in the clique, the
awful names that
they stick, you're
never gonan fit in
much, kid

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Quinn had dragged himself through his classes and finally reached detention, not very happy with being forced into a room with Luka for two hours. His blue gaze took in the room, shoulders sagging as he took a few steps closer to a desk. A middle aged man approached him, looking quite happy to be running detention. He offered a tired shake of his head. "just Quinn. And no, sir, I'm not. Maybe second trimester." Quinn said, forcing a little enthusiasm into his voice and offering a crooked smile. It faded as his bright hues found Luka, and a little lump formed in his throat. Only two hours. Tearing his eyes off of the boy, he glanced at the ground, unable to hold the sight of the other teen any longer. Were they assigned seats in detention? If so he might end up being forced to sit next to his old friend. Now new enemy and bully.


(Eh short post. I apologize, wb)

[foxes800]

((Pretty much the same. It’s been a light week, so I’ve been in a better mood. :) ))

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----Mr. Colemann was not a stupid man. Seventeen years he’d been at this school. And if any teacher was an expert at recognizing a student’s behavior, what their looks meant, or (in this case) what the lack of eye contact meant, it was him. Evidently, the two teens were not on comfortable, speaking terms. Not acceptable, especially after two days of the new year. “You know what I’m thinking?... Why just sit around for two hours!? That doesn’t teach a student a lesson!” The werewolf’s eyes immediately snapped up to the instructor. Oh no. No. No. No. Don’t get involved.... Too late. The man turned on his heels, pointing directly at the werewolf and enthusiastically exclaiming, “Luka! You’re in my advanced music course!” This was going downhill fast. “Why don’t you take Quinn to the back room, and then you two can work together and help clean it up a bit! And when you’re finished, I’m counting on you to sell the new kid on our class. I think he’d enjoy learning an instrument during the second trimester... Maybe you could teach him some guitar yourself or play for him to get him interested? Hm?” Luka hadn’t had the chance to recover from the initial shock (or to even reply to the man) when the teacher shooed them off to the back and into the medium-sized, instrument and supplies, storage space. “Great.” The werewolf wasn’t nearly as excited about this as his father figure was. The room looked like a tornado had just passed through. Plus, he was now alone with Quinnely and had no choice but to work with him. “I guess... Woodwinds section first? Strings? Where do you want to start?” He intended to ask about music later and the possibility of his ex best friend learning to play, but first things first: cleaning.

[bee]

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quinnely
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the boys and girls
in the clique, the
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they stick, you're
never gonan fit in
much, kid

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oh, goody! Quinn was now being forced to work with Luka to get a music room clean and tidy. social interaction with his old buddy. what a great day this has been. biting his lip in anxiety, Quinn was bustled to the other room, his fingers tapping against the pocket that held his phone. Mr. Coleman seemed like a pretty cool dude, so the teen didn't have a hatred for him just yet. hold on, Luka was in advanced music? what did he play? Quinn had always loved the guitar, but no other instruments seemed all that interesting to him. maybe the piano or the violin. hm. as he slipped his phone from his pocket when the music teacher walked away, blue hues slowly looked up to focus on the dark haired boy. woodwind or string. he didn't exactly care. with the gentle flick of an eyebrow and the lift of a shoulder that seemed to say 'I'm not allowed to talk to you', Quinn plugged one earbud into his head and happily started playing some sort of dubstep remix, trying to take his mind off of Luka and ease his nervousness. deciding that cleaning as far away from Luka as possible was the best choice, the boy walked to the other edge of the room, leaning down to pick up some scrambled equipment. his grey shirt was ruffled around the stomach from moving around and not being straightened, one string of his jacket longer than the other. the converse he'd taken to wearing were a little scruffy but comfortable, so he didn't mind walking around in them all day. the skinny jeans he had on were nice, too, so he tried to convince himself that life wasn't all too bad right now.

(I'm being so boring I am so sorry.)

[foxes800]

((I bet you can guess what I’m going to say already. x3 Shush! It’s perfect. c:))

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----“Well okay then. Message received.” The werewolf mumbled, noting the direction Quinn went to work and heading in the opposite. The eighteen year old understood not talking to the boy about everyday things or at school, but when they had a task to complete with no one around?... Guess he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up.
-----Luka slid down to the floor with a light sigh, crossing his legs beneath him as he started sorting out sheet music, extra strings, guitar picks, bows, etc. It was a pain in the neck, but at least it was easy and was job that he’d helped Mr. Colemann with before. “I swear some people have absolutely no respect for music.” Unlike his old pal, he hadn’t brought his phone, so this was how the dark-haired male planned to amuse himself: grumbling to absolutely no one in particular. Quinn could put in the other ear bud if he had a problem with it. “Heh. Some friends. Requirement. Please. Freaking stupid.” Most of didn’t even fit together at all. He simply continued to ramble incoherently until his section of the back room was clean. A little over an hour’s worth of effect.
-----Amber eyes flickered back towards Quinnely once finished, pausing to watch him sort. Luka honestly couldn’t help but stare. The boy was working that ‘careless’ look, the uneven strings, scuffed converse, ruffled shirt, usual messy hair... He was pretty damn attractive. Too bad his self confidence was so poor that he’d probably never realize it. “U-uh... um... so.. you almost done... over there? I think we still have thirty/forty minutes left of detention. Did you want to learn an instrument? I’m not sure how into music you actually are or if it’s just Mr. Colemann forcing you to try something.”

[bee]

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quinnely
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Love is patient
Love is selfless
Love is hopeful
Love is kind
Love is jealous
Love is selfish
Love is helpless
Love is blind

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(ahhh thank you ;A;)

the boy soon found himself in a clean corner with the pages stacked neatly and different objects such as bows and guitar picks placed where they belonged. a few sheets still lay on the floor, but they sat behind him. with a gentle sigh, Quinn realized that his music had changed from dubstep to perkier songs like Trouble by Never Shout Never. he'd turned down his volume to hear Luka continue his little mutters, a smile tugging on his lips as he sorted page upon page of notes. his little rambles made little butterflies take off again in Quinn's stomach, filling him with a warm happiness instead of anxiety. after most of his work had been done, the teen leaned back against the wall, letting out a not-so-tired sigh and ran a hand through his brown hair. good enough. blue eyes strayed to the other side of the room, catching amber ones and surprised to find Luka had already been glancing at him. he blinked once, twice, considering the offer. "u-um...y-yeah I'm done over here." he said, rudely mocking Luka's stutter, the corner of his lips curling up in a closed mouth smirk. "and...ah, sure? what do you play?" Quinn questioned, his voice quiet as he crossed his legs out in front of him and turned off his music.

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----Luka turned so that he was facing Quinn, nearly copying the boy’s position: shoulders back against one of the shelves and arms crossed over his muscular chest. Except for him... the cherry on top, was the signature, lopsided grin that had gradually made its way across the werewolf’s features. It was pretty amusing actually. The way the other male had repeated his stutter like that. “Such an ass retort for such a shy, little Quinny bear.” The temptation to tease had been too strong to resist. The dark-haired teen had even thrown in a decent mimicry of Amelia’s high-pitched, sickeningly sweet, girly voice in order to get the nickname pronunciation correct. No one was around to catch him playing nice, so he could pretty much act the way he wanted and tease the other as much as he felt like.
-----“Well... Mr. Colemann is attempting to teach me to play the saxophone. But apparently, if I can’t strum an instrument, I can’t play it to save my life... All I could really teach you is guitar, electric or acoustic. I play either as my instrument of choice for Colemann’s advanced music course...” Once again, Luka’s gaze flashed over to the opposite side of the room, resting on Quinn. He was trying to gauge his interest through facial expressions, but then he realized he sucked at that. “You think it’s pretty lame?... Or do you like the idea?” Based on his current friends’ reactions, he was going to guess something along the lines of ‘only losers play music’.

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Love is patient
Love is selfless
Love is hopeful
Love is kind
Love is jealous
Love is selfish
Love is helpless
Love is blind

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ew, not his 'nickname'. Quinn scrunched up his nose as Luka mimicked her head achingly sweet and forced and high pitched sneer. Quinny Bear. why bear? ugh. he wiggled his toes a little as the teen listed off options; saxophone and- wait. "you play the guitar?" his sea colored hues lit up at the word, a smile twitching on his lips as he quickly tried to hide his excitement. he looked like a little kid that had just walked into a candy store. "no, not lame. guitar is pretty cool." Quinn shoved himself off of the floor and walked towards Luka a little warily. he'd learned that little snide comments like his former one, despite just joking, resulted in a beating. the dark haired boy seemed to be only friendly right now, so Quinn decided it'd be safe enough to sit beside him. he leaned up against the wall and slowly slid down, wincing as the bruise on his stomach was moved. he placed a hand on his aching abdomen, letting out a breath that had been held in as he sat. hopefully the other male would be fine with Quinn sitting beside him. if not he'd move, but being next to his old friend was nicely familiar. he found it strange, how after getting punched and told they were never really friends, that he didn't exactly hate Luka. and he hated himself for not hating him. it still made him cautious, something still seemed a little off and uncomfortable. he meant nothing to the other male, he might as well stop trying to get close again.

[foxes800]

((Yeah. Fair warning: I've only played clarinet. I don't play guitar, so some of this stuff is bound to be incorrect. xP))

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----Bored? Judgmental? Uncaring? Those were just some of the reactions or expressions he had expected to receive from Quinn. (Yep. He’d definitely spent too much time with the populars.) “Wait... Really? You actually think it’s cool!?” His excitement was contagious, and Luka found himself genuinely smiling as his friend was reduced to a kid in a candy store. He could just kiss Quinnely for this! For loving guitar! By the time his old pal was seated beside him, the werewolf’s cheeks were beginning to ache from grinning so much. “You know.. I could teach you how to play outside of detention. That is... if you’d like. I swear I won’t pick on you during the sessions.” And if there was one thing that could actually get him to behave himself, it would be those guitar lessons. Strumming the chords and writing his own music was a very calming experience, and one that Luka was very passionate about. He’d gladly share it with Quinnely. “Think about if you need. I’m going to get the instruments. Acoustic is usually easier to learn, so we’ll start with that.”
-----After rushing off to retrieve his case, Luka reclaimed his spot on the floor, next to his old pal. “I’m not sure if Mr. Colemann wants me handling the other guitars, so we’ll just have to deal with passing it back and forth.” The werewolf reached up to the shelf behind his head and grabbed a piece of entry level music, along with a pencil, and began to write the chords below their corresponding notes. “Here. Take this. I’ve written down which chords go with which notes. To begin, I want you to focus on the way I’m holding it and where your hands should be. I’ll show you first and then walk you through it when you get to try it yourself. And I'll explain how quarter notes, half notes, and whole notes work later, if you don't already know.”

[bee]

(I haven't played the guitar, either, so I'm not sure how it works ovo)

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quinnely
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the boys and girls
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they stick, you're
never gonan fit in
much, kid

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Quinn blinked in surprise as Luka was immediately happy that he wanted to okay the guitar, and even offered lessons after school. It made him even more confused, did Luka dislike him or did he want to be friend again? Don't question it, he told himself, don't spoil this nice moment. Getting himself comfortable, he waited for Luka to return and settle down beside him, closer than before. Quinn let a natural smile play on his mouth, and he let Luka start to explain how to hold the instrument and write down the notes. Quinnely took up the paper and studied it quickly, then glanced back up at the other male. Happy. Those amber eyes were filled with that familiar light. "nah, I'm clueless. You'll have to start from scratch with me." his sheepish grin flashed again as he settled his blue eyes on the guitar. "oh, and, thanks for this."

[foxes800]

((Okay so I don’t really have to worry about it. Although, I’ll probably just keep the instructions general or time skip through most of it. And lol Luka is just confusing the crap out of poor little Quinn. Happy one day. Angry and aggressive the next. x3))

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-----This was the kind of sit down that he’d been longing to have with Quinn since his family moved back. For a couple of minutes, it was like they were children again. They were both relaxed, both happy to be around each other. And there were no complications. Even Luka couldn’t keep himself from getting caught up in the moment, ruffling the other’s hair like he always used to do. “Yeah, yeah, yeah... It’s no problem.” Once he realized that he’d slipped up, he dropped his bright gaze from the boy back down to paper. “Soo... the fraction at the beginning of the first line, in this case 4/4, is how many counts are in a measure or how long you need to stick with that chord. So a quarter note in a 4/4 would get one count. A half note is obviously two, and then a whole note is four.” Pouring himself into the teaching, that would work as a distraction from his mistake! He just hopped Quinnely didn’t question him. “And I guess I’ll just go through the piece real quick. Let me know if you want me to slow down,” he murmured, pulling the guitar strap over his neck and placing the sheet of music in front of him so he could easily see it. It was painful, going through the song at such a sluggish pace, but it was mainly because he hadn’t played any more complicated songs in a good week or two. “You think you’re ready to try? I mean I’ll still be helping with hand positions, but did you want to see it once more or something?”