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[b][color=181313]Location:[/color][/b] Homeroom → Outside in the Halls → Homeroom again
[b][color=ffff99]Interacting With:[/color][/b] The Class → Mr. Clarke → Jar with Desi briefly → Each Other
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[indent]With his cheek propped up lazily on his left hand, Jareth sketched in the corner margin of his notebook paper whilst his classmates suggested their various ideas. Jar shaded in the exposed jawbone of an apocalyptic version of their math teacher, Mr. Thorne. What? It wasn’t weird, it was from a dream that he had, one where all the teachers had become some form of undead creature. He looked up at the white board finally, where Remy had scrawled out a growing list of fundraiser and trip destination ideas. The Swiss Alps? Desi was right, too cold, not to mention expensive. His friend and coworker, Oliver, suggested LA, which, in Jareth’s opinion was a better idea in terms of temperature… but also kind of boring, it was a bit too close to home. Europe sounded adventurous and fun, a lot of Jareth’s favorite bands were from there. Hawaii! Now, that was the best idea yet!


Jareth tapped his pencil absentmindedly against his lip rings while he thought. If he could go anywhere in the world, where would he want to go? Amidst this thought process, a very energetic Delilah hurricaned into the classroom. She was a bit much for Jareth, but she had a kind heart, and she was right - it was great to see Oliver and Madison back. Piggybacking off of the Hawaii idea, Jareth finally came up with one of his own.


[b]“[color=181313]What about Jamaica? That’d be great… the beach, local reggae music, drinking out of coconuts![/color]”[/b] Not to mention dank-ass rasta reefer, but Jareth edited that part out of his reasoning. Anyone that knew him, though, would know that that was reason [i]numero uno[/i]. Before Remy could write it down, Jar said: [b]“[color=181313]Wait, let me write it. It’s [i]my[/i] idea.[/color]”[/b] The accent resembled a sassy valley girl, and was done so sarcastically, kind of. The emo made his way up to the board and grabbed the marker from Remy, bumping his best friend’s shoulder playfully. [b]“[color=181313][i]Board hog.[/i][/color]”[/b] he said quietly with his signature crooked smirk.


Jareth wrote a ‘J’ on the board and then made a face before smudgily erasing it with his hand. Blue was totally not the right color for this. Browsing the marker selection, Jareth picked up the green one - it was much more fitting, being that it is in the flag’s color, and it is also one of Jareth’s favorite colors. After writing ‘JAMAICA’ in all-caps, as always, Jareth added a green check mark next to ‘Hawaii’, because he really liked that idea too. He turned to Remy and, instead of giving the marker back like his friend expected, he offered a beaming smile and stepped aside to give Mariah the marker, [b]“[color=181313]For you, Ms. President.[/color]”[/b] Jar was about to head back to his seat when Remy stopped him.


[b]“[color=#ffff99]Oh no you don’t.[/color]”[/b] Remy, who wasn’t that peeved at the fact that Jareth was poking fun at him, but more so at the disgusting smudge that tainted the once so refined and clean white board, grabbed the sleeve of his friend’s jacket to stop him in his tracks. Homeroom was only so long, and he needed to make a proposition to his dear friend before he decided to take a nap in class. Since Remy was loved by most, if not all, faculty and staff, practically the school pet, he knew he wouldn’t have much of a problem temporarily leaving the classroom. Bringing his attention to Mr. Clarke, while still very much holding onto the emo’s sleeve, Remy asked, [b]“[color=#ffff99]Hey, Clarke, can I talk to Jar real quick in the hall? It’s school related.[/color]”[/b] 


[b]“[color=FF4500]Sure, make it quick. You still need to think of a place yourself.[/color]”[/b]  Mr. Clarke started opening the wrap off the delectable cheesecake, ready for his first piece of the day. How did he maintain his weight? That was a good question. He would surely die from diabetes. In good nature, Remy brought his attention to Jar and stuck his tongue out. Of course, he was keeping the mood lighthearted so he could convince the dark haired boy to do his bidding.


Jareth rolled his eyes a bit at Remy’s teasing facial expression. Great, this was bound to be good. He should know better than to instigate too much, karma was a bitch. Even still, Jar nodded and followed Remy out into the hall, hands in his pockets in a pre-emptive sulk. [b]“[color=181313]What’s up?[/color]”[/b] Jar opened quietly once they were out in the hall, he leaned his back against a locker and faced the blond, tapping his fingers on the metal to the beat of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ledXkzDtbw8]the song[/url] playing in one of his ears.


[i]Alright. Remy. You got this.[/i]  After what happened last week, he couldn’t stop thinking about this one thing. He understood it wasn’t something his friend would be fond of doing, but maybe, if he just asked politely… he could convince him. This wasn’t necessarily a big favor in his opinion, but for someone like Jareth, he [b]knew[/b] this kind of favor wouldn’t be a freebie. Without some kind of compensation, the likelihood of the emo kid being a champ for his buddy ol’ pal was zero to none. 


[i]Play up on your adorable whims and cuteness, maybe he will be easily swayed if you begged him.[/i] Stuffing his hands in his pant’s pockets, Remy tried to be as cool as Jar and lean up against a locker as well. This was business talk. He swished his head ever so slightly to get his bangs out of his face, before gleaming his pearly teeth at his best friend in the whole wide world, [b]“[color=#ffff99]Gas prices.[/color]”[/b] He was totally going to make light of this situation until he could spill the beans. 


Remy’s words were met with a silent icy blue gaze. After a moment of quiet, Jareth’s eyebrows knitted together and he gave his friend a weird look. [b]“[color=181313]Right… you brought me out here to discuss the economy?[/color]”[/b] he asked in a blank tone, his half smirk betraying his [i]slight[/i] amusement.


[b]“[color=#ffff99]Oh y’know, that, and…[/color]”[/b] While Jareth’s gaze only slightly hinted at his emotions, Remy’s brown orbs expressed his racing thoughts even if his expression was as bright as day. Nonchalantly, he made his proposition as if it was not a big deal (but it was totally a big deal), [b]“[color=#ffff99]You should be the new Blaze, with me, because the guy before [i]totally[/i] wrecked his leg.[/color]”[/b] 


If Jareth was only slightly amused before, it had grown to full-on hilarious proportions in just seconds. The raven-haired boy laughed, no, [i]guffawed[/i] at the notion. Him? In a dragon furry suit? Dancing?! No way on this side of heaven OR hell! He managed to get his laughter under control when a teacher peeked out of a nearby room, raised an angry brow, and then shut her classroom door. Jar looked to Remy now, who looked totally and completely one-hundred percent serious about this. Oh… shit. [b]“[color=181313]Wait… are you? Are you high right now?[/color]”[/b] he asked somewhat incredulously. [b]“[color=181313]Me? You think I w--[/color]”[/b]


[b]“[color=#ffff99]If I said you can be blazed while being Blaze, would you do it?[/color]”[/b] Desperate times called for desperate measures. Remy didn’t want to hold auditions only to be disappointed, at least with Jar, he could just let him do what he wants and somehow, he’d make the crowd go crazy, because Jar just had that in him. He could shit on a lawn and people would still find him cool. [b]“[color=#ffff99]Just give it a go, [i]please[/i]?[/color]”[/b] 


[b]“[color=181313] Awwe, c’mon. You already got me to join the [i]marching band[/i]. Isn’t that enough school spirit? That’s so not--[/color]”[/b]


Here it came. 


Remy’s token I-want-something-from-you-Jar face. The expression that could be related to canines when they saw food on the table and wanted something good to eat. His head tilted down, his eyes looked up in the sweetest of ways, wide and clear as the morning sky, his eyebrows rose, and his bottom lip stuck out making that infamous pout only Remy could do. The worst part about this was that Remy made sure he locked his gaze with his best friend, holding him in his deep stare.   


Jareth’s mouth gaped instead of finishing his monologue as he intended to. Great, now he was making The Face. The Remy face, everyone knows the Remy face. Jar pursed his lips in a straight line and tried to steel himself against it, but the eye contact made it hard. Too hard… he caved. [b]“[color=181313]Ugh, finneee.[/color]”[/b] Jareth drawled out in the perfect groan-whine hybrid that only angsty teens pulled off so well. It was like he was being asked to clean up his room, or take out the garbage. Remy’s face perked up almost immediately, to which Jareth responded with a quick retort. [b]“[color=181313]But I’m totally going blazed as Blaze. That’s actually… genius. I’m kind of proud of you.[/color]”[/b] Jareth was going to regret this, he could tell already.


[b]“[color=#ffff99]Okay! Yeah! That’s fine. I’m so stoked. You and me on the field. It’s going to be great. I’ll need to take you to the locker room to try the suit on at some point… before Friday’s game. We’ll figure it out.[/color]”[/b] The dynamic between these two was incredibly drastic. One boy’s emotions were on his sleeves and glowed in vibrant colors, while the other masked his emotions behind a gray storm and used music as his form of expression. Somehow, Remy was able to crash into Jareth’s parade a couple of years ago and, since then, they were practically inseparable. 


The bromance of the century! 


Doing a victorious fist bump with himself, Remy turned on his heel, practically jumping in place out of pure excitement,  [b]“[color=#ffff99]Alright, lets go back to being students.[/color]”[/b] He turned his head back to look at Jar and smiled, all the while showcasing his dimples. 


Oh boy, what did Jareth get himself into? At least Remy was happy and smiling, and [i]not[/i] thinking about the coffee-soaked history notes awaiting him in homeroom. Because, yikes, Jareth thought he was gonna come apart at the seams for a moment back there. The smiley blonde grinned back at him as Jareth shuffled behind, hands still in his pockets. He hid his own smirk by pressing his lips together and moving the pair of rings around, making a show of rolling his eyes as he followed Remy back into class.


Speaking of coffee-soaked, Temperance was back in class, and offering her own suggestions for the trip. Jareth and Remy came back in just in time to hear: [b]“[color=de5d83]Amsterdam! 4/20, blaze it! Smoke weed everyday![/color]”[/b] Jareth chuckled at that as he took his seat once more, offering a muffled ‘[b][color=181313]hell yeah[/color][/b]’ in agreement. Now that he had unofficially signed his soul away, it was time to face the rest of the school day with as much disinterest as he could muster. Except for lunch, Jareth had some exciting news to share at lunch![/indent]