Who's dead? Not me! :D This idea came from a school project I had to do recently.
"Joan Arc," the teacher called, causing said person to look up from her notebook. "You'll be Blake Belladonna's partner, seeing as how she isn't here to pick her partner. Problem with that?" Joan shook her head and went back to writing in her notebook, ignoring the large amount of muttering between students. The bell rang shortly afterwards, and Joan packed her belongings in her bag, placed her pencil behind her ear, and walked out of the class, either to go to her next class or to leave, as nobody really knew what Joan did after the fourth class of the day.
"I'm not sure who I feel bad for, her or Blake," Yang said jokingly, causing Ruby to slap Yang in the back of the head. "Be nice!" the younger sibling scolded. "Someone should tell Blake that her partner is Joan. I nominate Yang," Ruby stated. Yang looked at her little sister in shock. "Don't look at me like that, you get to leave! I'll write down Joan's address for you to give to Blake, don't give me that look, Joan's my friend, so stop by Blake's house before you go to work and let her know," Ruby said.
Yang chuckled and ruffled Ruby's hair, causing Ruby to swat at her older sister. "You got it, Rubes. Have fun guys!" Yang said to the rest of her friends and walked towards her locker. As Ruby walked by, she threw a folded-up piece of paper at Yang. Yang pocketed the paper, assuming it was Joan's address, and grabbed her belongings. "Be careful on that thing, Yang. We don't need you getting hurt," Pyrrha said worriedly, talking about Yang's motorcycle. "I'll be fine P-Money! Thanks though."
A tired Blake opened her front door to see Yang there, grinning brightly. "What do you want Yang?" Yang handed Blake a folded-up piece of paper. "Teacher assigned you and Joan as partners. That's Joan's address. Enjoy!" Yang said brightly, walking away, leaving a very confused Blake. Blake, still confused, slowly closed her door, and walked back into her living room. Staring at the piece of paper, Blake shook her head, placed it on her coffee table and laid back down in a recliner, fully intent on going back to sleep.
The next day, Blake nervously knocked on the door of address she was given. The door opened, and Blake came face-to-face with Joan in her pajamas. The blonde stared at Blake in shock. "Ruby gave me your address," Blake said, answering the unasked question. "Can I come in?" Joan shook her head suddenly. "What? Oh, yeah, I-I guess," the blonde said and stepped aside. Blake walked in and took note of how there was a large amount of picture frames hanging on most of the walls. Casting a glance at Joan, Blake saw the blonde was wringing her hands nervously, likely not expecting Blake to come to her house. "Nice shirt," Blake said with a small smile and the blonde looked down at her oversized shirt and sweatpants and blushed bright crimson.
Blake walked towards one of the picture frames that appeared to be a family portrait. Blake's eyes widened at the sight of the family portrait. "Am I seeing this right? You have seven brothers?!" Joan walked up to the picture and smiled fondly at it. "Yeah. Seven, slightly overbearing at times, older brothers. Well, six older and one younger. Younger by a few seconds. People are usually surprised to find that out. See the scrawny one that looks like he's being smothered?" Joan asked, pointing to one of the blonds in the picture. "That's Jaune, my twin brother. He lives with Archie," Joan pointed to another blond. "They come visit every now and then. Holidays are chaotic in this family," Joan said, smiling fondly with a far-off look in her eyes.
"I'm an only child. I wish I had a brother or a sister. I'm not sure whether I should pity you or be jealous of you." Joan gave a small laugh. "Both would be appropriate in this case. That's enough of the soppy talk, we should really start working on the project." Joan motioned for Blake to follow her and walked through the house until they reached what Blake assumed to be Joan's room.
(Wot be dis? It be a line brek!)
"Let me get this straight. Our assignment is to create something using our own resources." Joan nodded. "And you chose to make a… catapult… out of popsicle sticks and rubber bands?" Joan rubbed the back of her neck with a sheepish grin. "Not just popsicle sticks. I used other things, like string." Joan handed Blake the small contraption and Blake couldn't help but be impressed at how well-crafted it was. "I'm gonna go grab a drink from the kitchen. You want anything?" the blonde asked. "I'll be fine with a water bottle, thank you." Blake said.
Joan walked out, leaving her door open, and Blake saw the door across the hall slightly ajar. Curiosity getting the better of her, Blake got up and walked across the hall, pushing the door open and slowly stepping into the room. Blake's eyes went wide at the sight before her. Tacked to every inch of the walls were beautifully drawn pictures. Pictures of people, places, or things Blake didn't recognize. Blake walked up to the desk that rested against the back wall and picked up the notebook Joan drew in every day. The notebook was open to a drawing of Blake smiling at something and facing slightly to the left.
"Blake? What are you doing in here?" Blake heard Joan ask from behind her. Blake spun around quickly, still holding the notebook. Joan looked down at the notebook and blushed scarlet from her neck to her ears. "When did you draw this?" Blake demanded. "I drew it last week at lunch," Joan mumbled, not meeting Blake's eyes. "Everything in this room is something you drew?" Blake asked, gesturing to the large quantity of papers that hung on the walls. "When I get bored, I start drawing. I can't help it. I draw just about anything I see," Joan explained, still blushing.
Blake turned the page to see another drawing of herself. This time it was Blake pulling her hair into a ponytail and wearing her track uniform. "When did you draw this one?" Blake asked. Joan looked at the floor and rubbed her arm. My class went outside one day, and we just sat in the bleachers. I saw you in your uniform and decided to draw you," the blonde explained. After realizing how Joan had been acting all day and seeing how she was acting now, Blake had a thought.
"Joan." Said blonde looked up at Blake. "Would you like to have coffee with me sometime next week?" Joan looked at Blake with wide eyes. "L-like a date?" Blake smirked. "I don't see why not. That's if you want it to be a date." Joan stared. The blonde seemed to be too shocked to reply, so Blake grabbed a pencil off the desk and wrote her number on the top right corner of the page. Walking next to Joan, Blake placed the notebook in Joan's hands. "Call me if you decide to accept my offer," Blake said, winking at Joan and smirking as the blonde blushed. "See ya next Joan," Blake said, walking out and closing the door behind her.
Fin.
Not sure what to say 'bout dis chapter. Had to make a catapult out of rubber bands and popsicle sticks recently, and this idea popped into my head. Not the best chapter by far -that'd be chapter 5 with that title- but I feel that it's decent enough to upload. If anybody actually reads this and has an idea for a chapter, shoot me a message or post a review. Until next time… -Dys.