To say the least- Sean needed to take a leak. It was 6th period, just 30 seconds before the lunch bell rang and he'd been holding it all day.
To backtrack a bit here- Sean was an exchange student- he'd moved here from Ireland and had been planning on going to college somewhere in L.A. when he graduated. He'd stay in Cincinnati for the remainder of his last year of high school and he'd be home free, able to go to college wherever he wanted. He really wanted to go somewhere with his musical abilities- but how? He only knew how to play the drums and he was pretty mediocre at playing the guitar.. and he sure as hell couldn't sing- well, not professional quality, anyway. He had months to worry about college, and- really, the only thing that mattered to him at this point in time was relieving the pressure to his bladder. As soon as that bell rang he was shoving himself through crowds of people to get into a stall and finally, finally relieve himself. It wasn't but 10 seconds later he heard someone else enter the bathroom and- it was oddly quiet for about 15 seconds until he heard a zip being undone and- holy shit, was.. was that guy singing?
Yes. Not only was that guy singing, but he was also really, really good at it. Holy shit. Holy shit, is the only thing Sean could think of. He had to see who it was, but how would he do that? He leaned against the stall door to peer through and- he must have forgotten that these doors don't lock very well. He pushed the door right open and nearly stumbled into the kid's back. Talk about awkward. "Ah- fuck, man, I'm so sorry!" His accent came out thick and he was stuttering like nobody's business. He was red from his nose to the tips of his ears. The taller of the pair just looked at him for a moment- then grinned. "Oh- you're the exchange kid, aren't you? Cool. I've heard talk about you." and with that, he was doing his zipper and walking to the sinks. He motioned for Sean to follow. He did. "What's your name?" he asked, and wow his voice was mesmirizing. Sean jumped when he realized that he was being asked a question, and he ran a hand through his own choppy brown locks. "Sean! My name's Sean, but.. m'family calls me Jack. Don' ask why, 'cause I dunno." The other nodded and turned on the water to rinse his hands. "Jack. I like that, alright. My name's Mark- and, uh, you can call me Mark.. I'd rather not have a conversation in the bathroom, so, uh.. you wanna sit with me at lunch or something?" Sean smiled at the offer, giving a meek nod in response.
Mark had lead Sean to a mostly-empty table once they'd gotten their food, sitting down next to him. The food looked a lot less appetizing than it did at his old school- but he wasn't really picky. He was basically a human vacuum- but aren't all boys? Mark was digging into his food already, to answer that question. Mark gave a small smile over to the pale brunette, swallowing his food before speaking. "So, it must be weird moving to a totally different country for school.. You think you're gonna stay here?" Sean thought over the question for a moment, before nodding. "Ye'h, I'd like t'think I'm stayin'- maybe not in Cinci, but, y'never know. I wanna go to L.A., man." Mark gave a dry little chuckle, seemingly listening to every word that Sean spoke- he seemed really attentive, and Sean genuinely liked that. "What do you wanna do in L.A.?" Mark asked, making Sean pause stuffing his face for a moment to actually chew his food and think. "Music." he blurted after a few moments, making Mark hum and smile softly. "Music, huh? Can ya sing? Or do you play an instrument? Produce?" He set down his plastic fork to fold his hands in his lap, giving Sean his full attention- this made Sean smile. "Drums, mainly. I do a little bit o'guitar, an' I guess I'm not tone-deaf, bu', I'm nowhere near's good as you." Mark raised his eyebrows, and his cheeks went pink at the compliment. "You heard me?" He asked, taken-aback. Sean shrugged his shoulders, giving a half-grin in response. "I heard ya while you was peein'.. sounded really good t'me." Mark smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Is that why you fell into me?" Sean only responded with a small laugh before going back to his food.
The day was over at this point, and Mark had offered to let Sean stay over for dinner. Sean was staying by himself in a crappy little apartment they provided, so- he was happy to go somewhere and eat something other than frozen pizza or top ramen. "So," Sean began, looking to Mark. It was autumn, and it was still currently warm enough to walk home in Cincinnati. Mark looked back to Sean as he continued to speak; "What, er.. like, what's yer nationality?" Mark gave a little laugh. "I'm Korean.. my mom's fully Korean. Actually, she just got back from visiting Korea." Sean seemed excited at that. "Aw, man, dat's sweet! I know some Korean, actually- I dated 'dis girl fer a while, she was from Korea." Mark perked up a bit, grinning. "Heh, maybe you could impress my mom when we get home- she'll love you forever, honestly. She likes it when my friends are interested in Korean culture. Gives her something to talk about, I guess." Sean's smile never left his face. "'Dat's awesome, man! I t'ink I'm gonna be hangin' round your house often if dat's the case, heh-" Mark laughed, looking down to Sean. "Psh, that's fine with me." And it certainly was.