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[h3][b][color=08c7d1]C R[/color][/b],  [color=181313][b]J A R[/b][/color],  [b][color=ffff99]R E M Y[/color][/b],  &  [b][color=ff2052]L A L A[/color][/b][/h3]
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[indent]Really, for a high school, the gymnasium was like the gladiatorial arena of Roman times. The place where the lambs were fed to the wolves. In this case, the lambs were the unathletic kids, who were lined up to be destroyed by the (totally fair) teams that the gym teacher had drawn up. Dodgeball day. It happened too often, Mariah thought, but she knew damn well why it happened as often as it did…

[color=08c7d1][b]“OH, [i]savage![/i] It’s dodgeball day!”[/b][/color]

The only other time that Christopher Robin ever got [i]this[/i] hyped up was when he watched a snowboarding video and got ready to shred himself. He fucking LOVED dodgeball day. He’d play it every damn day if he could. Throwing balls at his friends? Being allowed to hit people with shit without there being any complaints? Sign him the fuck up. Of course, [i]most[/i] of the boys in their class were this way. Throwing red balls at people was the best. 

[color=0ed3af][b]“Man, those teams are [i]not[/i] fair, at all. What is Coach thinking? Oh well, at least I’m on the good one, ya? Tough luck, Rem.”[/b][/color] Mariah said, giving Remy a pat on the back and jogged off to go start running warm up laps. Here we go.

PE was great and dodgeball day was [i]even better[/i]. What was not-so-great were the teams listed on the whiteboard. In any other class, Jareth would be stoked to be in the same group as his best friend. But, gym class? Well, athletics never were Remy’s strong suit - more like a weak suit… a [i]really[/i] weak suit. [color=181313][i]‘Sorry, Rem,’[/i][/color] Jareth thought to himself as he longingly stared over at CR with puppy dog eyes. He supposed the fates couldn’t align and pair him up with Christopher Robin twice in one day. At least Jar would have the chance to pelt The Big Evil Ex with dodgeballs… silver linings!

[b][color=ffff99]“Dad… I think I’m--”[/color][/b] [i]Cough.[/i] The blond boy tried to play it like he had done many times since he was a child, avoiding strenuous activity such as all things gym class, acting ‘terribly sick’, Sickness ran through his blood. He was [i]known[/i] for being the sick kid! Pneumonia, strep throat, the common cold, you name it! Remy’s had it all. Taking off his beanie hat, he wiped it on his face, making it seem like he was cleaning imaginary sweat off his forehead,  [b][color=ffff99]“Oh yeah… I don’t feel so hot. I feel god awful. Maybe I should visit my future… mom. Get meds, go home, call it a day. Y’know, for my health?”[/color][/b] 

Scanning the kids in the gym, taking attendance in silence on his clipboard, Ray listened to his son’s whining. Goddamit, Remy. When were you gonna learn this didn’t work on him? Never did. Not when you were six, not now. There were many things that needed to happen since his boy was an almost adult man, like how to hold the fort while Ray was out of town. How was his son going to protect the love of his life if all he did was bitch and complain? If there was one thing the bulky man was going to do before Remy graduated high school, it was instill values that every lady would appreciate. Or like that Disney movie Mulan went, that his daughter was obsessed with: I’ll make a man out of you! [b][color=FFA07A]“Drop and give me ten.”[/color][/b] Ray nonchalantly said, bringing his gaze from the kids who already started jogging to his son. 

Remy gave his father a ‘what, why?!’ face. [b][color=ffff99]“Dad, I just said I’m [i]dying[/i]”[/color][/b]  

[b][color=FFA07A]“Yeah and if I find out that you ain’t sick from Tempest, you’ll be more dead. What’s it gonna’ be, boy?”[/color][/b]

[i]This fucking sucked.[/i] Remy watched as his father took his beanie hat away and gave him that ‘no excuses’ look. Grumbling to himself, Remy dropped to the floor and started to do push ups to the best of his capabilities. Really, they were kind of pathetic, but he did his best. Ray strolled away and went by the whiteboard, watching all of his students warming up. 

Loreilei threw herself on the floor beside Remy so he didn’t feel like the odd ball out. [b][color=ff2052]“Hey, Smiley.”[/color][/b] She adjusted her body so she was aligned with him and gave a calm smile. [b][color=ff2052]”Don’t think too much, just do. You know what helps me?”[/color][/b]

Remy was laying on the floor, totally not ready to do anymore… he only did three. [b][color=ffff99]“What, Lala?”[/color][/b]

[b][color=ff2052]“Think of a song with a beat and go with the beat. Or be like me and totally sing and move with the song. Give me a song.”[/color][/b] Lala tried her best to encourage her friend to enjoy his time for once in the easiest class (in her opinion). 

[b][color=ffff99]“Any song… you won’t judge me?”[/color][/b] Looking up at the brunette, Remy narrowed his eyes in suspicion and wariness. Not bothering to respond to that comment, Lala gave him a ‘duh’ face as well as an eye roll. When did she ever judge him? Sure, he was a more feminine boy, and had interests his dad didn’t think was suited for a man, but that had nothing to do with her opinion on him. The blond boy crept closer to the girl and whispered a song in her ear, which made her genuinely smile. Adorable. 

[b][color=ff2052]“When I say three, start the song from the beginning and follow my lead. One… two…”[/color][/b] 

[b][color=ffff99]“Three…”[/color][/b] Remy whispered and both him and Lala lifted themselves up and went down on the beat. He watched her head bob to the song playing inside both of their heads and kept up with her. If you’re wondering what song was playing in their heads? It was: Crazy by Britney Spears. In no time, he was done with ten pushups and actually did fifteen! His arms were sore, though… 

Looking up from the floor, Remy stared at his friend’s hand, huffing a little. Lala was hovering over him, offering to help him up, [b][color=ff2052]“Lets do some laps.”[/color][/b] 

Okay, yeah… he could do this. Grabbing his friend’s hand, she pulled him up and they started jogging behind the charge. It was nice having a friend like Lala.

Running was the best form of physical activity, in Jareth’s opinion. The agile emo started each and every morning with a run and, were he the type to join an organized sport, Ray had no doubt that he’d be a star on any track team or speed-reliant sport. And Ray tried to convince him to join a team, really, and he continued to do so quite relentlessly. Jar had already joined the marching band, how was that not enough for these small town vultures? He missed the luxury of city schools, you were free to slack off in class and be good at PE without people bugging you to improve yourself and all that. [i]Fuck.[/i] 

Needless to say, the raven-haired boy practically flew around the indoor track for their ‘warm up’ run. Jar cut across the gym floor to jog beside CR, because he wasn’t quite fast enough to [i]totally[/i] lap the avid snowboarder. [color=181313][b]“Dude, these teams totally blow.”[/b][/color] he opened in his first verbal complaint of the class.

[color=181313][b]“Still gonna kick your ass, though.”[/b][/color] he said with a smirk.

And that, dearest Jareth, is where you were wrong. Where Christopher Robin’s team had the luxury of not [i]only[/i] Christopher Robin, they also had Ryan. The cherry on top was that Jareth was also bogged down by Remy, Tempy, and Kenzi, who were all unathletic, sucky, or lazy respectively. [color=08c7d1][b]“Nah, bro. You die first. Then it’s easy pickins from there. I’m sorry that Coach decided to sacrifice you, BUT. They expected one of us in the wreckage, brother. But don’t worry. The fire rises.”[/b][/color]

Jareth’s smirk faltered momentarily. What CR said was pretty much one hundred percent true, Jar knew that, but he wasn’t gonna let it pysch him out. The odds might not be in his favor, not even remotely, but he was competitive as all hell. [color=181313][b]“Dude, just because I’m emo doesn’t mean that I’m dying any time soon. I’m too fast to be caught, and too skinny to make for a large target. GG. You’re going down, but don’t worry, I’ll tell tales of your bravery to the homies.”[/b][/color] A grin replaced the slight smirk - a false grin - the grin of a man that knows his time is short.
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