PLEASE READ!: So, I had an idea, and here it is. Enjoy!
"Who came up with idea of frying a pickle?" Tori examined the food that sat on her fork curiously, a large plate of the strange yet delicious appetizer sat in the middle of the table for the group to share. "Does it matter?" Andre' stated, popping a ranch covered piece into his mouth and groaning. Tori pondered, before shrugging and throwing her piece into her mouth.
Today was ordinary. Well, as ordinary as one can possibly get for being in an art school. Robbie sat back, observing. His hand sweat from the heat that was building up in the puppet at his arm, but he hadn't noticed. Everything was the usual; Cat was bubbley, Tori was chatty, Jade was a bitch, and Andre' and Beck were quietly talking amongst themselves.
"Did you hear about the new student that starts Monday?" Cat chimed in suddenly, interrupting the argument building between Tori and Jade about who knew what anymore. Everyone stared, Cat sipping her drink and grinning to herself. They all waited for her to elaborate, but they knew she wouldn't unless someone spoke up. "What about it?" Robbie said, his brown eyes met Cats. Her eyes furrowed together in confusion. "What about who?" Everyone groaned, but Robbie still pressed the issue. "The new student? What new student?" Cat's eyes lit up in realization. "Well, as you know, I helped with the mid-year auditions," everyone looked at her, puzzled, but she continued anyway.
"Most of the auditionee's were freshmen, but one was a junior. She was a dancer and singer." Cat suddenly got overwhelmingly excited, clapping her hands. Cat droned as everyone started to loose interest. Robbie would be lying if he said he didn't perk up at the word 'she', but he also knew he wouldn't have the guts to talk to her, let alone ask her out.
The rest of the day continued to be as slow as Robbie's conscience could possibly make it. He usually wasn't brooding, but today he just wanted to be alone. He heard about parties that were going on this weekend, he wasn't invited as usual, but he still heard about them.
Thank god it was Friday, or he might have gone crazy. As you'd expect, Robbie wasn't exactly the happiest human being in the world, but lately he's been feeling more off than usual. Next year was his senior year, then he was out. He still never had a real girlfriend, he still never really had any plans for life. Every day was almost like a battle between killing himself or setting everyone around him on fire, but he would never voice that. Robbie wouldn't voice many things.
It was why he carried Rex. He didn't see Rex as a puppet. His mind had completely convinced him that Rex was an actual human being that said the things that Robbie couldn't. It was a problem.
... to be continued...