Hey guys!
I'm unbelievably tired and I'm surprised I'm even awake within this moment.
Anyway! My school's production of Fiddler On The Roof will be done after our Sunday Matinée! FUCK YEAH! I NEED SLEEP! And I have Jazz Band stuff coming up too. As well as NHS stuff too. So I'm starting this on Saturday night and I'm unaware of when the fuck it's gonna be finished but I'm gonna try to finish this really soon!
I hope you guys enjoy!
"Good evening children. Today we are going through the museum to venture through out the Renaissance era as a group through our new exhibit. The painting reservoir that we have acquired."
I can feel the intense boredom on my face.
My jaw saw elongated due to it being open and slanted. My shoulders are hunched and my eyes were fighting stayed open. I closed my mouth after I heard the rest of my class grown.
"How about we just let them go adventure on their own, Ms. Nomura." I could just feel the energy re-surge through the rest of my classmates.
Hell yeah Mr. Stickler. Getting us actually excited about stuff like always.
I smiled as I saw some people seemed actually stoked about the idea of going through the museum ourselves. Some seemed basically just the same with the same amount of boredom.
"I can agree with that. Only if they don't damage the artifacts."
Almost all of us ran into the museum almost instantly.
I was strolling through the art part of the museum without a second thought with Tobes following me silently. I would stop here and there and stare at some of the pieces with a look of amazement.
And Tobes a look of confusion.
"I don't understand some of these. Like why is a bunch of splattered colors so marvelously mysterious and so cultured." He acted like he was holding a cane and was adjusting a tie that wasn't there. I chucked at his jokes.
"Because people enjoy what they don't understand." I said with a smile as we approached the end of the hall. "Probably." When we reached the end there was a giant curtain like separation. There was a sign that was taped on the part of the curtain that kept the two together.
"Like that?" He walked up to it and read it aloud. "New attraction coming soon? I wonder what." I shrugged as we turned a corner and headed up some stairs. "But what is it about you and those portrait paintings?" He chuckled and pushed my shoulder lightly.
"I like their idea of beauty."
"Speaking of idea of beauties." He pointed in a single direction. I looked over where he pointed and saw that Claire staring at a dress within a set of glass.
Instantly I felt like my tongue was replaced with cotton and my mouth went dry.
When we got closer I saw that Steve was leaning against the dress's glass confinement. He had a smug look on his face as he saw us approach. His smirk went in deeper as he began to speak.
"Oh, Claire. Miss Janeth was talking to me about possibly being an understudy for the play since our little Romeo has missed his last three practices. I just wanted to let you know that I might accept the offer and I believe this might help me find a different part of me. Also, I'm sorry for what happened with the whole me pushing you thing when it came to between me and Lake."
I hope they never fix that whistle in is speech. That way he has a permanent reminder that he's an ass.
Wait. Possible understudy?
I missed THREE REHEARSALS?!
How long has it been since I actually went to practice?
Oh yeah. Last Thursday or so. Today is Friday.
WAIT TODAY IS FRIDAY!
My skin felt like it was burning under my jacket. The crystal feeling like it was creating it's own little cavern in my chest with it's fire like touch.
"I'll take that seriously when Miss Janeth tells me anything." She gave him a single glance and then went back to the dress.
I looked over at Toby with a terrified took. "Dude today's Friday." I whispered over to him. "Don't I have to deal with Draal today?" He shook his head frantically.
"Next Friday man. Next Friday. Didn't I tell you that."
"No!" I whisper yelled at him as I leaned over the railing. My heart felt like it was going to pop like a balloon in my chest. "I just had a minor anxiety attack over that."
"And that?" He pointed back over to Claire and Steve with Steve trying hard to get her attention. "Why don't you just go talk to her? Use those words of yours and go woo her or something."
"It's not that easy. Especially since I haven't even realized that I've been a jerk and skipping the one thing she's truly passionate about." I slumped forward and crossed my arms on top of the railing. I leaned a little bit more forward as I crossed my legs behind me. Before I could even think twice though, Toby was already walking his way toward Steven and Claire. "Tobes, what are you doing?!" I whisper yelled at him and he brushed me off with a smirk.
"Yo Steve." He walked closer to the taller blonde with a smile. "Have you seen the Neanderthal exhibit? I heard some are topless." He whispered lowly enough that it seemed Claire didn't notice but just enough for me to hear as well.
Steve seemed to contemplate it for a moment and then walked in my direction. "Nice." He drawled out the 'i' as he walked by me. He about passed till he pulled me away from the railing and pushed me against the wall opposite to it with a loud thud. "Hey there Lake. You broke my tooth you know." His whistle very prominent in as he spoke. "You ruined my charm, so I'm gonna ruin your life. First, with that stupid play. Then, with the girl of your dreams." I pushed myself off the wall just to shoved right back into it with a rough hand to my collarbone. I screwed my eyes shut as his laugh echoed lightly through the little hall. My chest started to severely ache as the crystal caused my skin to feel like it was melting with it's touch.
Why go after me? He ruins the days of so many people but he has nothing to pay for it. So why make me pay for something that I never meant to cause?
I dropped to the floor and bent my knees so that my legs weren't a hazard to anyone passing by. I just wanted to disappear at this point. Just be part of the wall. Toby's try for me to make an advancement with Claire long forgotten now as I placed my elbows on the top of my knees.
Just sit here and forget everything else for a minute, Jim. You have a lot going on. Girls can wait for another day.
There was the sound of a light slide of clothes against the wall and a small thud beside me. Then there was a feeling of a hand on my elbow. "Tobes, I'm not in the mood right now man."
"Well for starters if you opened your eyes, Romeo, you would understand that I'm no where near Toby."
Shit.
I could feel the intense change of color against my chest before I even opened my eyes which gave away who it was. But it was so much calmer than it was just moments before. I opened my eyes to see brightly colored nails that contrasted with the blue of my jacket easily. I turned my head to see that Claire was sitting beside with a smile. Her legs out before her and crossed respectively. "I'm so sorry usuall-" "Jim, it's fine. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I kinda figured you might of thought I was someone else anyway."
She retracted her hand from my elbow and clasped her hands together in her lap. "I heard a thud come from over here and I saw that Steve had you up against the wall. I just wanted to make sure he didn't hurt you. I'm sorry though. I know I should of ste-"
"You have nothing to be sorry about. I rather have you check up on me instead of getting caught in the middle." She looked back at me and slowly had a smile etch into her face. "You don't deserve that Claire." She tucked a hair behind her ear as she almost always does as I felt a warmth spread within my chest. I looked back over to the dress that she was staring at earlier.
"I saw that you were entranced by that dress. If only we could get costumes like that for the showcase right?" She laughed lightly at my change of direction with the conversation. "Yeah. But with how the funding is going for the department, I'll be doing the balcony scene in a bathrobe." We both almost busted out with laughter at the idea.
"You could make that work though. You're really passionate about everything with this play."
"Thanks. If only my parents thought the same. What's their first idea when it comes to one bad test grade? Drop the play."
"What?! My mom would die for me to have something that I'm so invested in."
I got a bit more relaxed as we spoke. My one leg sliding from it's original position to laying parallel to the ground but my right on still rested on my right knee. Claire seemed to as well since she had her legs now bent beside her and was moving her hands more as we talked.
"Well then Mr. Lake. What are you passionate about?" She giggled at herself after she tried to be as serious as possible. "Well Ms. Nuñez, I'm passionate about writing." She gave me a somewhat shocked look after I spoke.
"Really now?"
I laughed at her reaction. "Really. My mom made it a huge thing when I was younger. She was huge on 'positive expression of emotions' and things like that." She gave me a confused look. "I heard some parents do that a lot, but why did your mom decide to specifically? It's just weird seeing how you are." I turned my head and looked toward the ground and started rubbing my hand on my knee nervously.
"Well. I was kinda put through the mill as a kid. My dad kind of just, left, when I was really young."
"I am so sorr-"
"Claire it's fine!" I flashed her a smile so she could tell it didn't really bother me. "It's been a long time since then. Almost eleven years." She placed a hand on my left forearm.
"Doesn't mean you deserved to go through it." She gave me such a serious look. Her eyes full of concern and care in such a way that just felt so genuine that it made my mouth become a desert within seconds. Within seconds my tongue felt like it wrapped itself into knots as time inched by slowly.
"You don't deserve that, Jim."
We stayed like that for a moment. Just looking at each over with her hand gently wrapped around my wrist with her thumb rubbing absent minded circles into the sleeve of my jacket. The crystal seemed to sooth the once aching skin and replaced all that hurt just minutes prior with such a calming sense. I knew that if I pulled it out right now that it would be the most majestic of purples that I could ever lay my eyes on. But I still leaves me with one simple question.
How does she have this much of an affect on me?
"JIM!" We both turned our heads immediately toward the sound of my name being called. "Jim! Ther-" He stopped once he realize who was beside me. "Oh, hi Claire! Sorry for interrupting." Claire smiled and let go of my arm before getting up to her feet. "Oh it's fine. I'll talk to you at rehearsal, Jim." She waved and left us be without another word.
"What's up Tobes? You seemed like you saw a ghost."
"Well. Green is the right color."
"What?"
The fuck is that suppose to mean?