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[right][hr][sub][color=98AC90][b]Location: School Music Room[/b]
Interactions: Briefly Declan
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His weekend was spent mostly alone, studying.  It was a fairly typical weekend.  And a very boring weekend.  Sunday night was spent flipping through old books of plays he had taken home from the library.  Maybe he could find something good, new, and fresh (so to speak) instead of the usual plays the school always did.  He fell asleep reading through these and was dead tired when his alarm woke him.  Never the less, the dutiful son he did his morning routine and went to school.

He wished he had called in sick.  He wished he had stayed home.  Another stupid assembly.  [color=98AC90]"Mornin',"[/color] he yawned at Declan, falling into an easy chat with his friend.  Soon attention was called to the stage and just as easily as his friend Guy began to ignore it.  His head lulled backward as he started to fall asleep.  He only awoke again when the assembly was over and there was movement around him.  Guy wiped some drool from his mouth as he was nudge awake.  [color=98AC90]"Mmm, yeah dude.  I'm just gonna grab some eats and I'll meet ya there."[/color]  He stood and stretched before making his way down to the cafeteria.  He only paused when the little gift package was pressed into his hand.  It was hard for him not to gasp loudly and he instantly threw it into the nearest garbage can.  His cheeks were a hot shade of red as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

Luck was certainly not on his side today.  As he made his way through the lunch room to get through to the lunch line, he managed to overhear a certain part of Archer's conversation with Kavan.  He really hadn't meant to do it.  He hadn't been looking for Archer at all.  But it was hard for his ears not to pick up those delicate tones that had always managed to caress his heart into a rapid tap dance.  He did not stop.  He kept going.  Now was not the time.  Guy just began throwing random things onto a tray and his mind was in a daze.  He checked out and carried the bag of food down to the music room.  Upon entry there was Declan.  He did not speak.  Guy sat at the piano, dropping the bag next to him and shrugging out of his school jacket.  Still dazed he began to play Nuvole Bianche, no sheet music in front of him and eyes closed.

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[right][hr][sub][color=E0633C][b]Location: Her car in the parking lot
Interactions: Jordan
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Bea's head jerked up and she saw Jordan.  His face.  Eyes.  Nose.  Lips...  All of it there.  Her eyes welled up with tears as overwhelming feelings began to build up inside of her again.  Today was just too much.  Her heart was doing that thing where it felt like she would die.  Slowly, shaking, she moved her legs into the truck and closed her door, rolling open the window to blow the smoke out.  Her eyes stared straight ahead as she watched the students begin their daily discourse which had only been paused by the deranged rantings of a power-hungry lunatic.  

She dropped the butt of the cigarette onto the ground beside her truck before rubbing her hands over her face.  Would he say anything else to her?  Did it matter if he did?  Her heart demanded to leap out of her throat and her stomach churned wildly.  She was dying.  And the last stupid thing she had listened to was some crazy people tell her that drugs were bad, mmkay?  She turned her face when she heard Jordan's car door slam shut.  [color=E0633C]"Wanna come sit?"[/color] she asked before leaning over the bench seat to unlock the door for him.  Her voice was soft and shaking horribly.  Just about as bad as her whole body, hands especially.