Alrighty guys! I wanted to write something cliché, but not too cliché as too be unoriginal. I asked TriforceLink205 to collab, and he said yes. Basically, anyone who's familiar with my work knows that I tend to sway toward angst and heady character pieces more so than actual plot. But, I've always wanted to do a High School AU, but I knew that I'd never complete one alone. So, here we are.
You may have to forgive the suckiness of this chapter because I am so hungover there are no words. I got my first tattoo yesterday and went out drinking to celebrate and all I remember is karaoke, grinding behind some big muscly guy when he wasn't looking, and laughing when the bouncer told me that Christine had broken her leg because I thought she was joking. Whoops!
Currently tanning/drinking in my garden with Rhysy!
Garfield Mark Logan was an enthusiastic boy by nature, but not strictly enthusiastic in a positive way. He was enthusiastic in that he was passionate, passionate about things that many others didn't understand, or didn't have time for or simply were not interested in. He committed whole heartedly and more often than not, too quickly, resulting in far too many let-downs for a boy of his ripe age.
One thing that made him distinctive among the vast throng of teenagers around was that his smile very rarely faltered, though of course that didn't automatically mean that it was real. He was passionate about people, and made an effort to say 'good morning' or 'how are you?' with whomever he made eye-contact.
He had easy relationships with his adoptive parents. He loved and respected them dearly, but they were busy, his father being Steve Dayton, president of 'Tune Patrol' record publishing, and his mother being Rita Farr-Dayton columnist and advice-giver for 'Woman's Life' magazine. This meant that not only did Gar have a lot of time to himself, but he also had a large, luxurious home. The problem was that Gar didn't want to tell people who his parents were, for fear they'd only spent time with him because of his wealth and contacts.
Very few people had come around to the Dayton household and Gar had been a lonely child, and so in school he was exuberant and talkative and friendly because he relished the social interaction, and though some people found him to be slightly irritating, he was simply too nice of a boy to be rude to.
He'd had a late night attending a gala of some-sort with his parents the night before and he rushed through the near-vacant school corridors, desperate to reach his class before he got a late mark, despite the fact he knew it was a fruitless effort. It was during this preoccupation that he mercilessly collided with a girl he'd never laid eyes upon before.
The first thing he noticed was that her eyes were the most peculiar shade of grey with a purple hue. Her hair was also distinctive, coming to between her chin and shoulders, ebony with a short, choppy, uneven fringe that gave her an elfin appearance, in his opinion. Her skin was unblemished and ghostly pale but reminded him of pearls and silk.
He cleared his throat before voicing his apology and introducing himself. It didn't take long to discover that she was in much the same position that he was, class-wise. They quickly made their way towards the lesson that they were steadily missing more and more of, and Gar could never be silent for long.
"Where are you from?" He asked cheerily, figuring that that seemed to be a relevant and non-personal question.
He watched as she fluctuated and his brows furrowed and pulled together. That inquiry had seemed innocent enough. Eventually her soft voice stuttered over her answer.
"Steel City…" she breathed.
He nodded to himself, familiar with the name. Before he could speak again, they had come to the classroom door. They stepped through, Garfield holding the door for her. The teacher and other students were silent as they regarded them, and as Rachel became fully visible the murmurings started. Garfield gave a nervous chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck gingerly.
"Sorry we're late. I ran into Rachel here at the office and thought I'd walk her here." Gar said smoothly.
It was only after he'd finished speaking that he realised that it sounded like he was using Rachel as an excuse to get himself out of trouble. He bit his lip as the teacher dealt with Rachel and he took his seat. As he looked back, he saw how she glared at him.
Sorry, that's all I've got!
