I would say I'm sorry I haven't updated since I've been back at home for more than a week now (basically 2 actually...), but I've been feeling a bit down lately, so I've been feeling indifferent to a lot lately. ("Me, me, me, me" I'm really self-centred XD)

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A Surprising Outburst

The year was progressing rather slowly for high school, or so Dick thought. Whoever writes television shows depicting television must've gone to schools in a parallel universe.

For one thing, there weren't any "popular" kids. Everyone just stayed in their own circle, and some people went into everyone's circle. There weren't any bullies (but maybe this was just a good school) the worst that ever happened (or so Dick heard) were the pranks that grade 12's play when they graduate. And finally, most people weren't as conceited as they've been made to be.

But maybe this is all biased and Dick only knows good people.

Nah.

"The only thing I despise about the 8th grade is that Tech Ed and Home Ec are smushed together, I don't wanna go into Tech Ed, it seems boring," Dick complained to Barbara as their Home Ec teacher told them that it was half-way into the year, so they would begin their Tech Ed course now.

I.e., she told them to get out of her class.

Dick was right. Technical Education was so boring, that it doesn't deserve getting mentioned in this fic. I mean what?

"So, I know that Home Ec is most people's first choice for an elective, however, I'm here to tell you why you should pick Tech Ed instead," Mr. John Smith said.

Dick sat next to Conner for Tech Ed, surprisingly because Barbara decided to sit with Megan, for unknown reasons, the two of them giggling, and looking back at Conner and Dick from time to time.

Barbara, Conner, and Dick then all made their way to their Social class; but, that too was boring.

When I type this out, I only now realise what a terrible idea this was. All of y'all only care about what happens to Dick and Wally, so I dunno why I'm bother to tell you his schedule in grade 8 when I'll have like 6 chapters for Grade 10.

...I mean.

"Okay class, let's play a game, each of you will come up to the front of the class to answer a question for your half of the class, slap the table up front if you think you have the correct answer," Mr. Carr said from his desk, pulling out the Grade 8 textbook.

Dick bravely went up, along with some other kid, but he's not important.

"The Chinese have a different writing system than we do, what is it called?"

No sooner than the words leave Mr. Carr's mouth did Dick slap the table, "calligraphy."

"Correct! Give your half of the class one point."

After a few rounds, mainly of Dick going up again and again because his half of the class were all timid (surprisingly, Conner and Barbara were there).

"Okay, for this next question, I forbid Dick from coming up to answer." The class giggled, and Dick blushed, "the Chinese believe in this mystical force which dictates where they place furniture."

Barbara lightly hit the desk when it became apparent her opponent was not going to say anything, "what is fengshui?"

"This isn't jeopardy!" Conner audibly whispered, causing the class to giggle.

It was in the middle of French class. Dick wasn't exactly sure how it had happened, but he only knew what happened part-way through the conversation.

"Excuse me, but do you have any friends?" he heard Raquel say, while he was trying to remember how to conjugate "avoir".

"Yeah, Dick's my best friend!" Wally shouted, staring straight at the back of Dick's head.

Dick merely blushed as he slowly rose his head from his work, he turned slowly as everyone, everyone, stared at him.

"Him? He's barely a student in the class," Raquel said, in the regular overly-used "sassy black chick" voice.

"I-"

"Yeah, he's my best friend!"

How could he possibly be saying that? They've only known each other for a few months (and they didn't even know each other very well, Dick would add).

Though, there was that time in September...

The school was supposed to do a whole-school run, because ...well something about being fat, and needing to get active; Dick didn't really care, he was a gymnast, running was really no problem for him.

It happened during the super awesome Drama block, so Wally and Dick decided to run together; apparently, Wally was a runner, so the two of them should've kept the same pace, and y'know, talk.

But, that didn't happen; shortly after they started on the course (which I suppose I should mention is not on school grounds, and is in the surrounding area) somehow, Wally had managed to trip, falling straight onto the pavement.

"Wally! Are you okay?" Dick asked frantically, checking his pulse, breathing, the normal stuff. Few other people stopped to make sure the redhead was okay, but after a quick "yeah" from Dick, they continued running.

Wally shook it off pretty quickly, standing up, and walking with Dick but he was still limping, "You know, we're getting timed for this, you should continue running."

"Are you sure? Will you be okay?" Dick asked, helping Wally walk.

Wally merely laughed, "yeah, just go."

Dick began running, looking back several times to see Wally, limping along.

Back in the Drama room, Dick was first, surprisingly, "Dick," Mr. Witchboy greeted him.

"Hi Mr. Witchboy," Dick said distractedly, it was 9:30.

Most of the class had come back by 9:40, allowing the class to play some more memory and name games.

It was finally 9:54 when Wally came limping in, "May I see the nurse?" Wally asked.

"Would you like to take someone with you?" Mr. Witchboy asked, after all the route that you had to take led you to the office first, so why would Wally come back?

"Dick," Wally said immediately.

"Sure," Mr. Witchboy said.

Dick rushed to help Wally, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah..."

"The nurse will be with you in a moment," a random office worker said, showing them to the nurse's "clinic" Dick supposed you could call it.

Wally sat on the medical bed, while Dick leaned against the wall, "Got a middle name?"

"...you'll laugh at me," Wally said, looking down.

"Did it look like I was laughing when you fell?"

Wally sighed, "...Rudolph."

"As in the reindeer?" Dick asked, his normal calm, cool, collected composure fading, as he began giggling behind his hand.

Wally drew his knees up to his chest, "...yeah."

Seeing his friend's saddened state, Dick piped up, "John."

"I'm Wally."

"No, I mean, I'm Dick John Grayson."

The nurse, Ms. Thompkins came in, did a routine check-up, "Well, Mr. West, you'll be fine, nothing major or minor, not even a cut! Try not to do anything special and you'll be fine."

There was that. "I might be his best friend, but he's not mine, I don't have a best friend," Dick said mechanically, only watching Wally still smile goofily, before returning to remember how to conjugate "avoir".

He hoped he never had to endure anything as awful as the entire class staring at him again, as much as he enjoyed Wally's presence, he was insecure; he knew that people thought Wally was just "that annoying kid".

Even so, how could he possibly have done something so stupid?

Actually, this fic is turning out to be a lot more boring than I expected. Oh well, that's what I get for basing things off of my life~

Anyways, I hope you'll review, but you might be a bit hard-pressed to find things to comment on, which is understandable.

Also, obviously, Klarion the Witch-boy is OOC, but I can't have a rampaging lunatic in my High School AU fic XD