-Boo idly picks at his fries. He forgot to actually make a lunch for himself, and Charles didn't have enough money to get him a lunch of his
own. So.... The other let him have his fries. Chris and Marc are sitting and talking to each other (in sign language that Boo doesn't
understand sob.) and doing a project together. So.. eats his fries, not really talking to anyone. It feels like an off day. Even his brother
and the people he usually sits with are really occupied by projects and stuff, whereas Boo's teachers are like "lol nope we're lazy so here
have a worksheet!!!1" and usually that's great, but now he's got nothing to do and.. weh.-
-it's an off day.-
*And Damian... He's picking at a full meal, but usually he doesn't eat much, anyway. He glances over at Boo's table and sees the other
equally dicking around. Matt and Dante are talking about something or other and are expecting him to listen, but he's not. Oh well.*
*stirs his slushie.*
-picks at the fries even more. He hates school cafeteria food. Charles was a whore and didn't give him his apple so he can't eat that. Lets
out another looooooooooong, forlorn sigh. Generally looks very down, sigh.-
-flicks the little fries holder over with his finger, not wanting to eat it. Crosses his arms and buries his face in them. Hmhph.-
*Damian glances over at Boo and sees the other with his head in his arms. Hmm. Poor kid. Just sits, daydreaming for a bit, and then...
Grins. He picks up a fry and tosses it at Boo's head. huhu.*
-it hits him on the side of the head and falls on his arm with a silent plop, and Boo shoots up in surprise. He looks at the fry, and then
looks around, trying to find the source. His eyes lock briefly with Damian.-
*Damian tries to look as innocent as possible, smiling lightly at Boo before turning to try and look as though he actually gives a shit
about what Matt and Dante are so avidly discussing. Probably talking about getting their nails done or something gay like that.*
-and.. he picks up that fry. His crush just threw a fry at him. He doesn't know if he should be flustered or... what? ... well, he knows
what he /wants/ to do. And he takes a fry from his little fry-holder and he chucks it, hitting Damian straight in the head.-
*Damian feels it bounce off the back of his head and can't help but grin, looking over at Boo. Hm, okay. Picks up a spoonful of peas and....
flings them over in Boo's direction.*
*some hit Marc and he winces, looking around. Where did those come from??*
-holds up his arm in defense, aaah cafeteria peas LAWD HELP US ALL. Grabs a few of Charles' carrots and throws it back at Damian. Hits Matt
in the face with some, PRETENDS HE IDDN'T DO ANYTHING.-
*Matt curses.* What the fuck, who threw those?? *assumes they were from Charles since they were from his direction. picks up a few more
carrots and tosses them at Charles, hitting him directly on the back of the head.*
*By this point, Damian is cackling.*
Charles: And so I--... -feels the carrots.- What the fuck? -turns to David.- Gurl, hold my weave. -grabs mashed potatoes and sees Damian.
Grins. Flings that shit and /it hits him straight in the face.-
Boo: -OHHHHH GODDDDD.-
David: -has a "you are all fucktards" kind of expression.-
*oh no. Damian isn't cackling anymore. Stands up with the entree (some kind of cardbord pizza, basically) and tosses it at Charles' head.
Matt, trying to cover for him, throws his own mashed potatoes at David.*
*Dante is already running the fuck away. Marc is still just confused.*
-and then all hell breaks loose, because Matt throwing potatoes hits David and /DAVID/ chucks a strange mix of carrots and mashed potatoes
and while some of it hits Matt, most of it hits people on the table behind them.-
Charles: -hit with pizza all over his white shirt, looks up and curses at Damian. Takes his bowl of noodles, grabs a handful and throws it
at the other.-
Boo: -... kind of watching, but then another person from another table throws a piece of bread at him.-
Chris: -hit in the face with a piece of salami?- THAT IS DISGUSTING. Marc, UNDER THE TABLE. GO GO GO. -grabs him and pulls him under.-
*And Damian tosses some mashed potatoes from his own tray at him, heehee. Grinning and ducking low so he doesn't get hit by anyone else.*
*Marc is pulled under, clinging close to Chris and... kind of glad to have an excuse to do so, haha.*
-the cafeteria is suddenly a war zone, and food is being thrown everywhere.-
Chris: -grabs all their food and brings it under the table. Has a crazy gleam in his eye.-
*Marc just stares at him, not sure what to make of it.*
Boo: -oooohhh shiiit this is getting faaar too intense for him. Grabs his backpack and sliides under the table.-
Chris: Lets make a bomb out of all our food and chuck it. -GRINNING SO HARD.-
*Damian ducks and rolls over to Boo's table, crouching under the table near the other.* Hey, Boo. What's up?
*Meanwhile, Matt tosses whatever food he can get his hands on at Charles, heehhe.*
-however it's not the same table chris and marc are at, AND SUDDENLY DAMIAN IS THERE HOLY SHITTT. Look cool, Boo. Look cool.-
Boo: O-Oh, you know. The usual.
Boo: -AWKWARD SMILE.-
Lou: -meanwhile, tutors cassie in another place? outside? :3-
Chris: -PUTTING IT ALL IN A PLASTIC BAG THAT LOOKS LIKE IT'S ABOUT TO BURST.- I fucking love food fights! -fkdjsflajdfasdf-
*Damian just smiles back.* You wanna get out of here? *winks at him, hmhmhm.*
Cas: *smiling at Lou, hanging on every word he says while she drinks from a little juice box. <: *
Marc: *just watches Chris. Oh geez, he cray cray.*
Boo: How would we do that? It's a warzone out there. And... where would we go? -h-hahaha he's blushing so bad oh god.-
Lou: -the kind of guy that puts a pencil behind his ear, is pointing things out on the paper and talking about something.-
Chris: -oh, he so /very/ craycray. He tries closing the bag as best he can, and he turns to Marc.- The prep table, goth table, or band kids?
Damian: *just gives him a rather trademark smirk.* Outside, maybe? Anywhere but here. *takes his hand.* I'll lead you out.
Cas: *looks at Lou's face more than the paper. Really, she understands most of this stuff, if not all. But she does like it when he helps
her. He gets really into whatever he's talking about and it's kind of cute.*
Marc: *thinks for a moment, and then signs:* Prep table. *they're the ones that bully him the most. ;3; *
-SOB MARC AKSDFJAKSDFJAKSDFJADFAD-
Boo: -literally just blushed up a storm, and squeezes his hand. Looks out of their safe place.- ... Okay. -FUUUUU.-
Chris: -nods, kisses him on the corner of his lips.- Lets do this. -HAS THE CRAYCRAYIEST GRIN.-
Chris: -slides out from under the table, sends a quick thumbs up to Marc. Screams.- BOMBS AWAY. -chucks it at the prep table, who've tried
to stay unharmed but oh shit there's mashed potatoes and fries and peas and carrots and salad and bread and noodles /everywhere/.-
*and Marc... He's laughing, laughing silently, so hard tears are coming to his eyes. Oh jeez, Chris is the greatest.*
Damian: *leans forward and pecks him on the forehead. Winks again.* Come on. *leads him out, noticing that Charles and Matt are in the thick
of the fight. Matt's laughing.*
Boo: -led out. Looks into the PIT OF THE BEAST. Apparently Charles is leading the resistance movement against--oh who the fuck is he
kidding it's a food fight. David is probably throwing objects that'll hurt, though. Apples. Bananas. Etc.-
Boo: -and when they're outside, a few of the school staff is already running down the hall towards the cafeteria.-
Lou: -brings the pencil down, looks at a problem and bites the end of his pencil, chews gently on the eraser.- This one... you have to...
Substitute this. Mhmm.
-really, really not that good of a student or anything but this certain chapter he is /ace/ at.-
Chris: -has a feeling staff is coming soon. Grabs Marc's hand.- Lets go, Marc! -pulls him out through the side exit.-
Damian: *leads Boo off to a secluded corner outside of the school, laughing.* Looks like we made it out just in time, eh?
Marc: *nods and follows, carrying their backpacks. Ehhehehe this was a lot more fun than he expected.*
Cas: *watches his mouth, his teeth - he really does have nice lips, they look like they'd be nice to kiss - oh, oh, homework. Right.* Okay!
*tries to work the problem, substituting like he said.* Is this right? *looks up at him for confirmation.*
Lou: Mhmm. -smiles at her.- Good job~ Now, do the next one?
Boo: -takes a seat on a step.- Yeah. Technically we started it. Do you think we'll get in trouble?
Chris: -takes his backpack once they're outside, sitting at one of the outside tables.- That was fucking /great/. -grinning like crazy.-
Marc: *still laughing lightly. Can't help but link his ankle with Chris's in a silent sign affection.*
Damian: *shakes his head.* Nah. I got it in with the staff. Plus, I don't think anyone saw us. They probably think it was Matt and Charles.
*grins, leans up against a wall.*
Cas: *smiles back and does the next problem. After she's done, she looks up at him again, her eyes wide as she questions if she got it.*
Boo: -Damian is so cool. Stares at him in awe a little. Fuck he's so star struck it hurts lmao.- David too, probably. He seemed intense.
Chris: -sits across from Marc, their ankles linked. Crosses his arms and puts his chin in his them, looking and smiling up at Marc.-
Lou: -smiles and nods his head.- Yeah. You got this, Cassie. -proud o' her, yo!-
Now, just do the rest of the problems and we can talk about the next section?
Damian: *nods.* Probably. Serves him right for chunking /apples/ at people. Geez. That's a dick move. *but he smirks anyway. Looks at Boo.
The kid's deeefinitely cute. That's for sure.*
Marc: *his cheeks go a little red and he smiles, looking away. Man, Chris just has those eyes that make him melt.*
Cas: *smiles back, more like grinning at this point.* Awesome!! *scoots a little closer to him, their arms and knees brushing.* So, this one
next? *points with her pencil.*
Boo: They were apple slices. Shouldn't be too bad, right? -laughs, David's a good guy. Even if he's an ass.-
Chris: -stiiiill looking at him. Smiling.- what? -heehee, hooks both of their feet, is such a happy posterchild kind of kid.-
Lou: -stretches his feet out a little. Nods his head.- Yeah, -points at it.- and then when you're done with that, I think you skip these two
and then do these... -points at other problems.-
Marc: *fuck it. Leans forward and gives him a peck on the lips. Just a little kiss.*
Damian: Yeah, not too bad. *looks up at Boo, smiling.* ... You care a lot about him and Charles, don't you?
Cas: *nods.* Okay! I can do that! *gets to work, pushing her hair behind her ear, her expression one of intense concentration.*
Lou: -puts his elbow on the table and his chin in that, watching Cassie as she works. Heh. She's kind of really, really cute. She looks so..
focused.-
Chris: -is kissed, and when Marc pulls back, he pouts.- That it? -puckers up.-
Boo: Well, yeah. They're like family, y'know? -heee, pulls his knees up to his chest. There's like.. no students anywhere. WHERE ARE THEY
LMAO BOO'S NEVER BEEN HERE BEFORE.-
Damian: I understand. That's how it is with Dante and Matt. *takes Boo's hand, lacing their fingers together.*
Marc: *rolls his eyes and leans forward, smiling as he kisses him again, a little deeper this time.*
Cas: *finishes a couple problems and looks up at him.* Are these right? *pushes the paper over to him.*
Lou: -thinks and works a few of them out in his head before nodding his head and passing the paper back to Cassie.- Yep! Perfect. We can do
the rest of this now... or is there any other homework you need help on
?
Chris: -heeeheeeee<33 kisses him back, and only pulls back to laugh when one of their friends pass by to wolf whistle at them.-
Boo: -AAAAAAAAAAAAAH THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AGAIN AAAAAAAAAAH is seriously flipping out on the inside, his face as red as it can possibly get
and he moves his other hand to cover the others, tracing patterns into the back of his hand.-
Boo: I can kind of tell. That's cool. -smiles at him again, not looking up from their hands.-
Damian: *shit, he's cute. It couldn't hurt to.... He leans over and kisses the other, delicately at first but adding pressure.*
Marc: *goes red, rubbing the back of his neck. Signs:* Do you want to hang out later?
Cas: Uhm, I can't think of anything! I'll finish these later, though. I thought maybe we could just, uh. Talk? *smiles at him, cheeks tinged
pink. AWKWARD PSEUDO-FLIRTING.*
Lou: Talk? -shifts a little in the seat to face her more.- Sure! What about? -smiiiiiiiiiiles.-
Chris: Don't we always? Your place or mine? -hehehee likes Marc's house because he has the bigger tv and GAMES GAMES GMAES.-
Boo: -the silence was awkward and he was just about to comment on how nice the weather was when Damian's lips are on his. And... oh. This
hasn't happened since the party. He likey. Returns it, sighing happily when Damian adds pressure.-
Damian: *places his hand on the side of Boo's neck, kissing him a liiiittle more deeply - and then he pulls back. Smiles at him.* Do you
want to go out on a date sometime? *a liiiittle breathless, too, oh geez.*
Marc: *points to himself.* I'll make food. *smiling. Aw man he really, really likes Chris. =w=*
Cas: *she goes a little more red at that smile, oh gosh, he has a /winning/ smile.* Oh, uhm. I don't know! How have you been lately?
*starting small sob*
--beepbeppbepp-
Ice cream is my one true nemesis. I don't know if this is going to work out. -has a serious expression before smiling.- I guess I can give
in, though. For you. -elbows him lightly, heehee.-
*laughs, unlocking the car. Goes and opens the passenger door for him.* You're so sweet. What would I do without your understanding?
*grinning hehehe*
Let's not think about what would happen. -happy smile, slides into the car. And.. well shit. Is that Charles' car?-
*was walking to the driver's side of the car when he sees it - and he stops, narrowing his eyes and watching it pull into the driveway,
blocking Damian's car. Well, fuck. Walks to the back end of his own car and then no further, crossing his arms over his chest. Waiting.*
Charles: -hops out of his car, looks pissed off.-
Boo: -s-slowly tries to slide under the seat, sob.-
*Damian just stands there, arms still crossed.* Is there a problem, Charles? Boo and I were just about to leave. *his tone is one of just a
slight question, but there's definitely an undercurrent of irritation there.*
Charles: Yeah. There definitely /is/ a problem. I don't like you. I don't like you at all. You're a douchebag, and you're an asshole--and
you're the kind of guy I /definitely/ don't want around my baby brother. So back the fuck off, dude.
Boo: -rubs his face sob sob charles why are you doing this.-
Boo: -slowly gets up from the seat and opens the door, climbing out.-
*Damian is still trying to keep calm.* Look, I don't want to bring Boo into the middle of this. Obviously he has enough stress trying to
deal with all of this strange hate you have for me. But I'd like it if you'd let /him/ choose what he wants. Because that's whose choice it
Pri Rovi
is
. His. Not yours.
I'm not going to /stand by/ and let my brother date someone who I /know/ will hurt him. -snarls and shoves past Damian.- Come on, Boo.
You're grounded, anyway. You shouldn't even be /out/. Can't believe Lou fucking--ugh. -grabs him by the arm. Boo pulls out of his grip.-
Boo: I don't want to go home. ;;
*okay, now Damian is going to step in. He pushes between Boo and Charles, creating a barrier.* Don't touch him. He obviously doesn't want to
go with you, so leave him alone.
Charles: He's my fucking /brother/. I'll do what I fucking want. Get out of the way, Damian. -really does love Boo, but damian just.. no.-
-shoves Damian out of the way.- You can talk to him at school or something, but he's coming home. With me. Now.
No -- *is shoved. Oh, no. He mad. Shoves back, moving a hand to Boo's chest, gently pushing him back and away from what will (most likely)
inevitably turn into a fray.* You can't force him to do /anything/. You're /bullying/ and /guilting/ him. *his voice is louder now. More
angry.*
Lou: Oh really? Fucking /watch me/. -shoves him /again/. Harder this time.- It's not /bullying/. I'm doing whats right for my /family./
Do you /really/ think you're a good guy? That you won't hurt Boo? -snarl.- I've heard the rumors about you, and even if they aren't all true
or something, there's always a little bit of truth somewhere in there. And I bet that truth isn't good.
I would never intentionally hurt your brother, Charles. Never. And the fact that you'd just make /assumptions/ over things that dramatic,
gossip-driven /teenagers/ have had to say about me - God, how judgmental /are/ you? *shoves back, harder than he did before but... he's not
as strong as Charles. ;;*
How many other people have you said that kind of thing to? And it's not like you exactly give off the "I am a good boyfriend" vibe, yeah?
-shoves that bitch to the ground.-
-turns to Boo.- Lets go.
Boo: I don'
-
Charles: Let's *go*.
Boo: -sob, he wants to help Damian up sob.-
*Damian stands up, his back aching a bit from the fall, the back of his head scraped and sore. But he stands, steps over to Charles, and
punches him hard across the face. Well, as hard as he can.* Leave Boo alone.
Charles: -punched, and Boo makes a noise of surprise, stepping back as his brother's nose begins to bleed.-
Charles: ... -touches his nose. Looks at Damian.- Oh /fuck/ no. -moves forward and socks /HIM/ across the face.-
Boo: Stop--
*his body jerks to the side with the punch and he has to catch his balance. Oh, oh, his lip is split. Oh well. He rights himself and goes to
punch Charles again, this time from the left as opposed to the right.*
-moves but it clips his jaw, and he hooks Damian straight in the stomach with his fist.-
Boo: Guys, stop--/guys/-- -goes over, goes over to try and stop them, tries to get inbetween them somehow, grabbing their biceps.-
*oofs and doubles over - fuck, fuck, he never was one for a fight, why did he get himself into this. Places a hand on Boo's and squeezes it,
silently telling him to back up. This is his and Charles' fight, now. Looks up at the other, blood running down his chin. He stands straight
up and wipes it away on his sleeve. Shirt was already ruined anyway.*
Boo: -c-crei.-
Charles: -throws another motherfuckin' punch.-
*ends up actually dodging this time, and throws a punch towards Charles again, stronger but a little more erratic.*
-hit in the jaw, stumbles back but growls and goes back. AND THEY FIST FIGHT.-
-and Boo. Boo isn't just going to sit by, so he moves into the fray, trying to pull them apart but... he's not sure who, but one of them
ends up punching him in the nose, and there's a definite crack. And blood.-
-MEANWHILE, Lou's car(which is actually their parents/whereas Charles's car is actually Lous) drives up and sees the three of them, almost
running out of his car to stop them--and Boo just got punched in the face.-
*THAT THEY DO. and Damian is losing but he fights, he fights as hard as he can - until he hears that crack and he sees that blood on Boo's
face and he stops, shoving away Charles as hard as he can so that he can get to Boo. Places his hands on either of Boo's shoulders and holds
him steady, trying to see through a black eye whether or not Boo's nose is broken. He can't tell.*
Charles: -oh fuck, shoved onto his ass but when he looks up he sees... Boo's bleeding. /what the fuck/. Stunned.-
Lou: -hurries over, and fuck, he pushes Damian out of the way--but not unkindly--to check on Boo, who seems a bit stunned.-
Boo: -and stunned he is, having received a wayward punch to the face. Three. Two. One.-
Boo: -starts to wibble *really* hard when the pain hits.-
*And then Damian, he really wants to shove Lou out of the way, but... He feels like it isn't his place. They're brothers, and he... In any
case, he moves and places a hand on Boo's back, in between his shoulder blades.* Hey, Boo. Let's go inside so we can clean up your nose.
Okay? *his voice is soft. Gentle. Kind.*
Lou: -looks at Damian.- Can you take care of him?
*Damian looks to Lou and nods.* Of course.
Lou: -nods.- I'll take Charles home. -a good, good guy. The kind of guy who'll give Damian a chance but absolutely murder him if Boo's hurt
by him. Tousles Boo's hair and kisses his forehead.- It's not broken. Don't worry Baby Boo.
-teasing him with that.-
Charles: -stands, but Lou walks over to him and elbows him lightly. .... Nods. Heads to his car. He gives up easily when Lou tells him to.
Flips Damian off from his car, though. Drives home. Lou climbs into his car and welp, they're gone.-
*Damian just shakes his head at Charles and puts an arm around Boo's shoulders, leading him inside.* .... I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.
-kind of shaking, moreso just UUBUBU I GOT PUNCHED IN THE FACE AND IT HURTS AND IT'S BLEEDING.- It's okay. ;v;
*sits him down at the little table in the kitchen and gets a towel, handing it to him.* Paper towel would hurt your skin. Don't worry about
getting it dirty or anything. *goes off to find a nose brace, just in case. His own injuries are forgotten for now, but he knows he'll be
sore as hell the following day.*
-and once he comes back with that nose brace, he looks at Damian.- I'm fine. It doesn't hurt that much--I guess... you're bleeding too. You
need to tend to yourself. -would but he doesn't know first aid at all lmasdifojasdfoadf.-
*waves a hand.* 'M fine. My lip'th a bit thwollen - *oh god, is that lisp coming out of HIS mouth? Jesus Christ.* -... but I think I'll be
okay. *smiles as best he can, setting the nose brace down and going to get ice for both Boo's nose and his own lip.* Gotta thay, though - we
are thome good lookin' fellath. *turns to Boo and grins and there's blood in his teeth. Oops.*
The thexthiest. -making fun of him now, but... winces a little when he sees the blood in his teeth.- I'm really, really sorry. -BUT THE
LIIISP IS SOO.. ahem THOOOOO CUTE.-
*shakes his head and sits next to Boo. Hands him the ice.* You don't have to be thorry. I bleed like a thtuck pig. *grins, holds Boo's free
hand.* Bethideth, I thtarted it.
-puts the ice to his nose and continues speaking with the unneeded lithhp.- I'm thill thorry. And yeth, you do. -HEEHEEHEE.-
*rolls his eyes, and even though the grin hurts his lips, he's just glad Boo doesn't seem to want to leave him for punching his brother.*
Yeah, yeah. Everyoneth a comedian.
Ethpethially me. .... -thinks.- Hey, are you okay? Because.. I was just thinking about how ice cream would feel really good on your mouth,
maybe. -smiles at him, IS IT AWKWARD THAT HE STILL WANTS TO CONTINUE THEIR DATE?-
*pretends to think a moment.* Well, my head hurtth. I am probably lightly concuthed. But, you know. *grins.* Ithe cream doethn't thound tho
bad.
I might.. be able to make... gelato. -herpderp has a recipe somewhere in his mind.-
*shakes his head.* Nah, I wath kiddin'. I can drive. I'll jutht look a little thcary. Jutht let me get thum pain killerth and we'll be good.
*goes to get them... And to change his shirt and wash his face. derp.*
-Boo sits on the couch and flips through a magazine while he waits for the other mhmm< 3333.-
*comes back out looking... Well, not great, but better. Smiles at Boo.* Ready, thweetheart?
thweetheart. -is all he can say as he laughs and stands to lace their fingers together, smiling at him heee.-