Garfield entered Room 102, where the Archery club was to be held. He looked around... it was definitely less glamorous than imagined.

The equipment sat randomly around the room. There were about four kids in this overly white, empty room. A girl, sweetly dressed in a baby pink skirt and blouse, stood off to the side, playing with her bow.

Another member, a boy, sat off to the side, his leg over the arm of the chair, his elbow on the other. He rested his head on his hand. He had fiery orange hair, and pale white skin. He strangely wore a pair of sunglasses indoors, along with a pair of black skinny jeans and a band tee, not to mention the bold red converse. He had a pair of headphones on and he bobbed his head to the music.

Gar looked around, and not seeing anyone better to bother, he walked up to the petite brunette girl. Just as he was about to tap her shoulder, a heavy arm plopped itself over his shoulder. "Well hey there!" the rather tall, slightly thick man greeted. He had a stubbly beard, but other than that, he just looked like a usual teacher. He had on suit pants and a nice button down. He smiled at Gar. "You're an unfamiliar face. You are here for Archery Club, aren't you?"

The blond male's eyes widened slightly, "Yes sir, that's right. This… is the right room, isn't it?" He asked, taking another glance around the room.

"Why of course it is! You got a bow? An arrow?" he glanced over Gar. "Nope. Never mind. Here." he picked up a pair and handed them to Gar. "You ever done this before?"

Garfield's face flushed with that familiar blush, "Um, no sir." Although he didn't think he was the only first time archer here.

"Well, then. You got guts kid. Don't hurt yourself. Here, I'll set you up with the best. My nephew - let me tell you - he could hit any target." he then yelled, "ROY!" The sheer force of his voice shook Gar. The red headed boy jumped and dropped his iPod. He immediately got up and grabbed it, walking over to the two.

When he saw Gar, his face lit up and he gave an arrogant smirk. "Oh, a noob. I love them. So confused, all the time." he nodded to his uncle and took the bow from Gar. "Come with me." he didn't give much time for any other choice, he started toward the door in the back that lead outside. "What's your name?" he asked thoughtfully. The sun on his hair gave it an almost blonde highlight.

Garfield swallowed the seeming lump in his throat, "I…I'm Logan. Uh, Garfield Logan… hi, Roy." He said softly, the blush not seeming to leave his cheeks what so ever, his hands began to tremble slightly. Maybe coming here after school wasn't such a good idea after all?

He smiled lightly. "Don't be shy. Here, pay attention." He held up the bow and took a deep breath, "Stave, nock, limb, grip, back, belly, lower limb, nock, string." he pointed toward all the parts of the bow. His words came quickly without any pauses. He noticed Gar's overwhelmed expression. "Keep up, kid."

Garfield found himself staring at the other male's lips, trying to read what he was saying. He licked his own, slightly dry bottom lip. "Okay, I got this… I grip the back, nock the stave, and string the limb nock and belly." He blushed heavily, "No, no, wait… an arrow, is… like the female. Y'know, head… breasts… butt, cli-" He wondered why this male held up a hand to stop him in mid speech.

"No, no, no. All wrong. Women are much more complicated. Just forget them. I gave up on them awhile ago, not my thing." he handed Gar the bow and arrow. "We'll go over the parts of the arrow next time. I think you need a more hands on approach." he grabbed Gar's hand and ran it over the top. "Stave." then he ran it along the long wooden part, "Nock, upper limb, grip, back of bow," he ran Garfield's hand along the inside of it. "That's the belly. Over here is the lower limb, and then the nock." He smiled at him. "Simple. Got it?"

Garfield's eyes of a green hue, showed some hesitation. "Um… well, I… I think so, I just… would you hate me if I asked to, run through it again?" The hesitation and blushing he was doing made him even cuter, if that were possible.

Roy grinned. "That's cute; of course I wouldn't hate you. But no, google it or something." then he hesitated and repeated as he did the first time, "Stave, nock, limb, grip, back, belly, limb, nock, string. Got it? Good. Moving on. Grab the bow by the grip."

Garfield couldn't help but to hesitate with that, when he dropped the bow he went to pick it up, but looking back up at Roy was an apparent no, no – or at least so the bow thought. He was pricked by the stave. "Oww, sorry." He said quickly, he could score a touchdown, run laps, do push ups, sit ups – he could even do a damn cartwheel, but he couldn't hold a bow properly? What was his issue?

Roy watched him carefully, his eyebrows furrowing together. "Garfield, the grip is the most obvious part. Just trying to get me to hold your hand again?" he took Gar's hand. "You could've just asked." he placed it on the grip. He then confiscated Gar's arrow. "You're not ready for pointy things," he teased.

Garfield blushed heavily as he felt this male's hand on his. But why was he feeling this way? The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt. He didn't want to stop thinking about it though. Or should he stop? He wasn't sure. Sifting out of his thoughts, giving his head a slight shake, he left Roy holding the bow as he slid the other male's sunglasses up, leaving them perched upon his head, in that reddish blond hair of his. Looking into Roy's eyes, trying to read them for a sign of something, as of what – he wasn't quite sure.

Roy just brushed it off. "Grab the string with three fingers." he reached over and delicately placed Gar's hand – like so. "Pull back." Gar did so. Roy walked around him, biting his bottom lip and studying his form.

Gar then decided to do the same, appreciating Roy's thinness, but at the same time his muscle definition. His round jaw, cheek bones, spiky hair. Roy walked around him, stopping at his elbow.

Then, Roy reached up and pushed Gar's elbow up in a quick, harsh movement. Gar could feel the atmosphere get more serious. Roy placed a hand on Gar's lower back, straightening him up. Feeling Gar tense, he whispered, "Relax, Garfield. It's supposed to be fun- and it will be when you get past the basics. I promise."

Garfield couldn't help but to stay tensed, especially with a hand on the small of his back. One of his more sensitive places to be touched. Not, a major, drop to the floor and shiver turn on, but it was nice. Normally relaxed him but – he just couldn't relax. "…okay…" The only thing Garfield Logan (who could normally talk someone's ears off) could say.

He smirked, "Don't move. Focus on the target in front of you." He retracted from Gar and began to shuffle through something behind him. Gar couldn't see him. Roy continued to talk. "Your football friends... they're not into this type of thing. What'd they say about you joining?"

Garfield shrugged, "They didn't say much of anything, probably didn't take it seriously? I don't really know. Didn't really care to elaborate either, but then this pretty boy came up to the table, girls drooled, guys got in a huff, whatever I guess."

"Pretty boy? Dick Greyson? He's pretty gorgeous. Or maybe- Garth. He's too much of a bitch for me. Must have been Dick. How is he?" he continued to shuffle through stuff. "Are you watching the target, Garfield?" The shuffling noises stopped.

Garfield shifted his eyes, "Umm, no because you're talking to me." He chuckled but then scrunched his nose, "Wait… you think… Richard is… really?" He took a step back, but then tensed back into place when Roy's hand gave the small of his back a little hard push. "I… I think it was the other one you mentioned… that, y'know, took the girls' attention away from the guys…" Still distracted by the conversation, trying to catch the meaning from it, but also being oh so distracted.

Gar focused on the red bullseye about 30 feet away. Roy spoke. "Richard Greyson? Oh yeah, he's a prince." There seemed to be a biting tone evident. "We used to be good friends. I should visit him sometime. I owe him something." An arrow pierced the bullseye right before Gar's eye. It happened so fast, he didn't even notice when Roy slipped an arrow right between Gar's own fingers. "Your turn. Let's see if you can beat me." he laughed bitterly. "If you do, I'll declare witchcraft."

Garfield looked at Roy, "A prince?" Letting the arrow go and hitting the bullseye directly dead on, almost splitting Roy's arrow in the center. "Is that like, the same thing as thinking he's a babe?"

Roy was speechless. "No, it was sarcas- that's not possible." he took off his glasses and took a closer look. "No. That's. That's... am I being Punk'd?" he put his sunglasses back on and turned to face Gar.

Garfield's green eyes shifted, "I… have been called one before but I'm not… not doing, y'know, that?" For the first time in awhile, he felt… all nervous. Pleasantly dizzy, but he just couldn't put his finger on what it was making him feel this way.

"Yea, I guess." Roy shook his head. His confidence was a bit shaken. To think someone might be as good as him. Pfft, he thought, beginners luck. "Alright kid. I say you deserve a prize for that one. Wow." he would say he was proud- had his ego not been so terribly wounded. "Anything in mind?"

Garfield's cheeks blushed; he stumbled back a little into Roy, him catching the other male right away. "Umm, not really anything… appropriate…" he mumbled, but he was told that if he was in a situation where words failed, to smile, so he did just that. Gave a soft smile. "Round 2?" He asked softly.

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