As the morning classes went by, Yamuraiha only had her mind focused on the fact that she was going to spend spring break with her friends.
At this point, she knew she was over thinking her situation because she had imagined every conceivable outcome of the break.
She envisioned what jokes she would tell, what dresses she would wear, how she would react to the weather, what time she would go to bed- and the trouble she would definitely be getting into because of her friends.
She had imagined herself looking her best and all of her friends amazed at the fact that she could even look like that- she didn't necessarily know what 'that' was, but hopefully it would be good.
She thought of what it would be like if she had confessed her feelings to Sharrkan. Thinking of being rejected twenty different ways was outweighed by the one 'yes' she could receive. That lead her to her next thought; what would she do if and after he liked her back?
Would she have to kiss him? Hug him? Maybe give him a stern handshake and have things go back to, well, the way they are now? If he was to hold her hand would she become so nervous that her hand would be a puddle of sweat that he would run from?
And how would everyone else react? Would they approve or grumble in secrecy as they wished that they stayed friends?
She shook off the idiocies her mind had constructed by lunch time. If she allowed herself to think about it any further she would absolutely find a way to cancel the plans before they even started.
She made her way down to the table where her friends sat. They all looked up awaiting the same thing.
"I'm going," she said nonchalantly. "So you don't have to make those eyes at me," she sat down next to Pisti.
They had a delayed reaction to her statement, but she was soon met with smiles and a few light claps.
"Oh yay!" Pisti squealed as she hugged her. "I'm so glad I'm not the only girl there!"
"How did you manage to convince Matal to let you go?" Sharrkan asked.
"I lied," she said trying to seem cool as she flipped her hair back.
Spartos sighed, "I knew he was going to be a bad influence on you,"
Sharrkan replied with an eye roll. "Anyways how did you lie?" He leaned forward, interested to see how she- Yamuraiha, the queen of indiscretion and awkwardness could have pulled off a story that would fool Matal.
"Told her I was going to a camp with Pisti- and that her sister is driving us," she gleamed.
"You're not really supposed to give that much detail, what if he sees her at the store?" Masrur spoke up.
"Ah Masrur, you finally talked- it's as if someone was writing about you and they forgot to give you any dialogue," Sharrkan put his arm around his seemingly annoyed friend. "I can't wait for you to say something else again in a few days,"
"Masrur is right though, I don't think my sister is going anywhere really," Pisti said.
"Well does he even know what she looks like? Has he seen her before- I'm not trying to be cocky, I genuinely don't know if he has," Yamuraiha added. Her bad memory was a burden at this point, it made her feel out of the loop and stupid.
"Well, I'm sure he's seen her, but that doesn't mean he remembers her, besides we were young then. Pisti's sister changed a lot." Sharrkan put her mind at ease.
"Yeah she's gotten worse over time," Pisti scoffed. Her crossed arms and narrowed eyes told Yamuraiha that maybe they didn't get along too well- that or her arms got cold and she was trying to read far away text.
"You did attack her with a staple gun, P," Spartos said, immediately regretting his words as she shot a look of disgust at him.
"That's new," Sharrkan laughed.
"Well she kept making fun of you for no reason," she explained. "I mean am I to just sit there and take it?"
"It's times like these I know why we're best friends," Sharrkan added. "I would have probably done the same thing."
"See? My behaviour is perfectly rational. I'm jealous of the people who are only children." She crumpled up the foil paper which held her sandwich to showcase how angry she was.
"I would love to have an older brother," Yamuraiha admitted. "Someone that I could just talk to and introduce me to his friends-" she wistfully gazed up with her hands folded.
"Clearly you don't know anything about older brothers, because let me tell you- they suck." Sharrkan grumbled.
"It would be good to experience having someone close like that though," she sighed. "I never even met my real parents so I don't know if I have siblings or not," she said sadly.
"I guess you can say we're your siblings now in a weird way though!" Pisti said.
There was a silence between them all, realizing that they were each other's family now. That they were not their siblings or parents and that they were not alone. Each of them had an emptiness about them and a lingering fear of becoming similar to the people that they were related to.
"I'm glad that I chose you guys then," Spartos beamed. "This is corny to say, but I think you're all good friends- except for Sharrkan," he teased to which Sharrkan responded by flipping him off. "Oh come on," Spartos laughed.
"Spartos you can't let him disrespect you like that," Yamuraiha grinned.
"Yeah, I should duel you one on one," he turned to Sharrkan. "Let me finish my juice box and crackers and we can awkwardly circle around each other for five minutes before calling it quits?"
"As long as I can bring a staple gun," he smirked.
Yamuraiha was glad that her friends were happy idiots. She was thankful that she was on her way to becoming a happy idiot too. If she wasn't, she would have probably been writing angsty poems in a journal somewhere, which wouldn't have been bad- but seeing two guys insulting each other was much better.
"Okay so plans for this spring break! What should we bring?" Pisti slammed her hands on the table to catch their attention. She hastily whipped out a pen and some paper.
"A joint? I don't know?" Sharrkan shrugged. "We'll get to it when we get to it?"
"You said you were quitting," Masrur said.
"And I also said you were only going to have one line of dialogue; you have exceeded the amount that you are allowed to say, good sir,"
Yamuraiha looked at him with disappointment. "I hate the smell of weed," she said.
"Ah, are you going to lecture me now? Come tell me something I haven't heard before,"
"I don't really care you're just going to smell bad," she said with a laugh at the end. "Also I'm not even thinking of a lecture from myself, I'm thinking about Jafar. I'm sure he'll metaphorically- no, literally, try to end you with a staple gun."
His face dropped from a snark to a wince. He contemplated for a moment on what would actually happen. And Yamuraiha was right, despite Jafar not being the strongest guy he would definitely end him in under a minute if he found out. "Maybe scratch that idea," he coughed.
"Yeah, keeping your life is the much better option," Spartos added.
"Break is a few weeks, I'm fine with packing, so you don't need to worry about it," Yamuraiha said with a smile, "right now I'm more worried about the play," she shot a look at Sharrkan who seemed to be unaware.
"What?"
"Are you coming to practise today?"
"I was thinking of going home,"
"Yeah, but today we're getting more costumes fitted. You know if you miss more than three practices without reason you're going to be removed,"
Sharrkan took a deep breath. "Oh my God, why do you make every aspect of my life so difficult?" he muttered to himself as he rubbed his temples.
"Don't pretend it hasn't been that way since you were a kid," Pisti chirped.
"Is it bully Sharrkan day?" Sharrkan said, annoyed.
"That's everyday," Spartos laughed.
"I'm going to shave your head during the break," he said holding back his own laughter.
Writer: Last kind of silly chapter. Anyways thank you so much for the reviews! I think they're so great, and I'm sorry for the slow burn trope? I'll try to make the next few chapters go a bit quicker? What do you think?