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[sub][color=darkgray]Location:[/color] Homeroom
[color=darkgray]Featuring:[/color] | [color=1ca9c9][b]Wyatt[/b][/color] | [color=a52521][b]Owen[/b][/color] | [color=ff0066][b]Quincy[/b][/color] | [color=17aa99][b]A Double[/b][/color] |[/sub][/center]

Wyatt, in all of his stoned glory, turned away from Q and over to the new arrivals, Owen and A Double. Owen extended his hand and introduced himself to the scrawny young stoner, a move that Wyatt almost laughed at. This kid really thought that they hadn’t heard of him. Sure, the Burners often found themselves to be the Switzerland of school politics, but that didn’t mean they weren’t in the know. In fact, one could argue that the reason they were able to hold such a protected status was because they [i]were[/i] in the know. If A Double and the Hailstorm weren’t tight they’d probably be just as much a part of her game as the rest of them.

Wyatt grinned, partly because he was stoned, partly because he liked meeting new people, and shook Owen’s hand enthusiastically. [color=1ca9c9][b]”Dude, I know who you are. I’m Wyatt,”[/b][/color] he said, his voice raspy, but no less friendly.

Meanwhile, across the table, Q was rolling her eyes at A Double’s newest guest. Did she mind A Double being friends with everyone? No. Did she mind him being friends with some of the people who arguably tried to ruin her life? Yes. A bit. And sure, Owen got screwed over by Hailey and her sluts too, but that didn’t make him any less innocent in the witch hunt that had brought Jennifer crashing and burning. Granted he had orchestrated that party, or at least he’d been involved. Plus, according to the Weekend Warrior, he hadn’t been too keen on letting Hailey and her minions into the party. 

Quincy didn’t have much time to ponder over Owen’s arrival at their side of the classroom, due to the sudden pressure she felt on her foot. [color=ff0066][i]Oh my fuck. A Double is playing footsies with me. Oh my fucking fuck. Secret! One fucking secret is all I ask![/i][/color] she thought before looking over at her...person, and shot figurative lasers from her eyes, praying he would get the memo. [color=ff0066][i]Have you ever thought about why you want to keep it such a secret? Maybe you’re still hoping you can win your way back into Hailey’s good graces?”[/i][/color] Quincy thought. Well, more like the nasty voice in her head, but in a way, that was Quincy.

[color=a52521][b]“Oh… yeah. I’m kinda school famous now, huh? Weird how basically committing a hate crime does that.”[/b][/color] Owen said, before letting go of Wyatt’s hand and smiling as best he could, which was… awkward to say the least. Owen was awkward. He was, like… [i]really[/i] awkward. But he wanted to try and make friends, and A Double’s group was the most accepting group of… well, anyone in this godforsaken place.

A Double turned his attentions to Quincy when he felt her glaring daggers at him, and his foot rather instantly retreated to his side of the table and he gave her a sad look, even puffing his bottom lip out a little bit. [color=17aa99][b]“Uh… I got you something in my jacket, Q. For later. And, I want you and Wyatt to know that I beat Mario today. Well, I mean, I played as Mario. And I beat Bowser. But I did it!”[/b][/color] While his voice was as happy as ever, A Double’s eyes were sad the entire time he spoke, still staring at Q. He decided then and there that he didn’t like being a secret.

Quincy hated feeling guilty. She tried very hard to let everything roll off her shoulders, but the fact of the matter was, guilt sat in her stomach, and gnawed at her insides, and begged to be dealt with. And right now, Quincy felt guilty. [color=ff0066][i]WHY CAN’T I JUST BE SANE?[/i][/color] she mused, chewing on her lip as her hand slowly began to gravitate upwards, towards her blonde waves. She didn’t like this. Feeling bad because A Double felt bad. And feeling bad for feeling bad. And...feeling in general. This was strange, uncharted territory. She hated it. 

Looking over at A Double she offered him what she hoped was an apologetic smile.  She could never figure out video games, nor the appeal behind them, likely due to too many years caking her face in make up instead of Dorito dust, but she knew A Double liked them, and that’s what counted at the moment. [color=ff0066][b]”That’s great! Right?”[/b][/color]

Wyatt, for the most part, was oblivious to the inner conflict of Quincy, and the external conflict of her and A Double. However, the moment A Double brought up Mario, he was all ears. There was only one type of shrooms he liked more than the illegal kind, and they weren’t portobello. [color=1ca9c9][b]”Q, of fucking course that’s good! Perfect run?”[/b][/color] he asked, clearly excited by his friend’s accomplishment.

Owen seemed taken aback that both A Double and Wyatt seemed equally happy about the video game accomplishment, and he bit back a few snide remarks, taking a deep breath and turning his attentions instead to Q, deciding to strike up a conversation with the girl that A Double had more or less confirmed he was falling in love with. Again, he held out his hand, again very awkwardly. [color=17aa99][b]“Hi, I’m Owen.”[/b][/color]

Luckily for Q, A Double’s was busy with Wyatt now, temporarily over their brief spat about the footsie thing. [color=17aa99][b]“Yeah, it was totally awesome. All 120 stars! But I think I can do better next time, or at least like… faster. Maybe if I’m less high when I start…”[/b][/color]

Q turned from A Double to Owen the moment his hand extended towards her. She narrowed her eyes, just slightly, studying the hand and the boy it belonged too, before slowly extending her own to meet it. [color=ff0066][b]”Quincy, but I guess you always knew me as Jennifer. You can call me Quincy now. Guessing you aren’t as infatuated with the Mushroom Kingdom as these two?”[/b][/color] Quincy asked, smirking. She was going to try and be nice, for the sake of A Double, and her morals. If she could get a second chance with the Burners, why couldn’t Owen? [color=ff0066][i]Because you hate him and he helped ruin your life?[/i][/color] Oh. Yeah.

Wyatt grinned at his best friend. [color=1ca9c9][b]”My dude, weed only improves performance, everyone knows that. The problem here is you didn’t have Wyatt Durand by your side,”[/b][/color] Wyatt said. He had known A Double since kindergarten, and since then they’d been nearly inseparable. Especially when shit with his dad’s started being too much, he basically started living at Dreamland. A Double was his best friend, and he wouldn’t trade that for anything. He was there when everyone else wasn’t. And sure, his dad’s weren’t his biggest fans, Elton downright hated him, but who cared. They hated everything Wyatt did anyways.

[color=17aa99][b]“Yeah, I know! I looked to my left, and you weren’t there, then I looked to my right, and you weren’t there, so I looked at my lap so I could give Q a kiss and she wasn’t there! Total bummer, man.”[/b][/color]

Q froze mid conversation with Owen, her face red with embarrassment. This wasn’t how she wanted to tell people. And she realized then, that yeah, she had wanted to tell people. Just not. Right. Then. She turned to A Double and took a deep breath through her nose, her jaw clenched tight. There was a rush of emotions going through her head right now, she couldn’t handle it. It wasn’t that he’d just spilled the beans. It was that she’d asked specifically for him not to spill the beans. And he had anyways. He hadn’t told Wyatt in secret like she’d assumed he would. He announced it to their entire fucking homeroom. Before she could explode she stood up, her chair scraping against the linoleum floor, and grabbed her bookbag, storming out into the hall, trying her best to keep from screaming and crying and punching a locker.

Wyatt on the other hand, while just as shocked, reacted much differently. He sat in silence while Quincy had her episode, but once she’d stormed out, he gave A Double a look, the one that every boy gives their best friend at some point in their relationship. [color=1ca9c9][b]”So like...did you guys pipe?”[/b][/color]

[color=a52521][b]“Dude, I JUST told you to be careful!”[/b][/color]