Call me "he." (1x1 w/ fullmoon)

[LittleKouhai]

Riley stood on the stage of the empty auditorium after school as he always did, reciting one of Shakespeare's poems. It was his dream to be an actor and a singer, and he had such a passion for poetry and plays—but this was the only time he could act, sing, or recite poetry without being put down. It was the only time he had the courage to speak loudly or express any kind of opinions he had.


He wasn't expecting to hear footsteps enter the auditorium. No one ever came there except him once school let out. He had even gone as far as to get the principal's permission to keep the staff members out for an hour or two so he could have time to be alone. Perhaps the principal didn't put it in the newsletter like she said she would, or perhaps she did but whoever had entered didn't care about the rules. His voice faltered, a blush spreading across his face, and he braced himself for the familiar Damn tr*nny! or something similar. However, that never actually came.

 

[fullmoon]

Having shut her locker door a tad to harshly, Wendy let out a small huff. Her hand stung from the slight sting that resonated with in it, having the lockers metal vibrate against her small hands skin. She still couldn't believe that Kendra had swapped their papers when she turned them in. Her friend had selfishly erase their names and swapped them, resulting in Wendy getting a bad score, while Kendra walked free. How did the teacher not recognize the difference in handwriting?! As a result, she had to stay behind after school and retake the test, in which she passed the first time!


Gripping the white straps to her backpack she stormed off down the empty hallway, avoiding the few scattered papers that were left on the floor by some kid, dropped and long forgotten. With a small growl of her stomach she stopped in her steps and frowned. Oh Jeez stomach, didn't you just eat two hours ago? She asked herself silently before turning herself around and heading to the closest vending machine, which was parked next to the auditorium doors.


To lighten her mood, she hummed the last song she herd on the radio until she reached her destination. "Oh great and powerful vending machine, give me your delicious snacks to satisfy my tummy." She playfully spoke while inserting a few coins and pushing A2. However, before picking up her bag of potato chips, she paused, and grew silent. A voice echoed from with in the auditorium. Passion and yearning. It was... amazing. Grabbing her bag of chips, she poked herself inside. The stage was lit and a single being stood there, the voice resonating through out the room. Walking down the isle, she quietly opened the bag, her stomach demanding to be fed, for it didn't want to wait any longer.


Seeing as she was spotted, as the person up on stage silenced. She silently chewed a crisp clean potato chip. "Hmm? Why'd you stop? It was getting good." Bluntly, she sat down, a for behind the front, centered, she crossed her left leg over the right and took another chip from the bag and broke it off with her tooth.


"Shakespeare right?" She asked before smiling. "You like him too?"

 

[LittleKouhai]

What...? Was he really off the hook this time? No insults, no jeers, nothing? Riley didn't actually believe that was the case. Even if she seemed nice, he was far too used to his usual treatment to believe that she was actually going to be kind to him. That just didn't happen to people like him—he was considered an outcast. And for what? Just because he was a bit different? What should it matter what he had in his pants and under his shirt, anyway?


Whatever others thought, they could never seem to realize how wrong they were... He was no different than the other boys in the school! Thinking so much about it left an almost bitter flavor in his mouth.


"N-no one else is supposed to be in here..." he murmured quietly, covering his reddened cheeks and staring at the ground. He was a little surprised to find that she too had an interest in Shakespeare, and took a bit of interest. "Yes, Shakespeare is...he's quite admirable."


Stop it, Riley! he scolded himself silently. Things didn't go like that, not for him—he wasn't that lucky of a person. He felt a bit sick to his stomach now and his knees felt like they might collapse. It was stupid to think he might be able to make a friend at school. He drew in a shaky breath, saying the only words on his mind now—


"I know better than this. Say it already. Just say it...!"

 

[fullmoon]

Wendy nodded her head in agreement. Shakespeare was admirable. She honestly didn't know much about the dead guy, but she did like his work. Taking another chip into her mouth, she munched silently before sticking in a comment. "Aren't you in here though?" She asked, obviously she knew what he had meant, but she found no reason why not to ask. Taking a quick glance around, she noticed that not even the theater teacher was here. Was he a rebel, or..


Jumping at the sudden outburst, her heart jumped in her chest before quickly calming down, her body that had tensed up for a brief moment, relaxed and her head cocked to the side in a curious manner. Through the thick lashes, she gazed up at the one on the stage with her large brown eyes. "Say what? Tr*nny? Why? Doesn't it hurt to be called that?" She asked curiously. As she spoke, she uncrossed her leg, before standing up. Making her way to the the stage she hopped up with out a care in the world and simply flicked his forehead.


"I don't care what you are. Your you, and frankly," Sticking her hand on her hip, bag in the other hand she rose a brow at him. "I like your acting, just because you dress or think differently doesn't mean anything to me." So.. hes the one everyone talks about. Whats the big deal? He seems nice to me.

 

[LittleKouhai]

With a look of confusion and shock, Riley could do nothing but stare at her with his mouth slightly agape. What was even going on...? His parents supported him, yes, and so did his sister, but it wasn't as if he was any kind of stranger to harsh comments and dirty looks outside of the house. It was horrible, dealing with the constant harassment, doing everything he could to be himself in a world that refused to accept what was different—but what other choice did he have? He didn't feel quite helpless enough to give up just yet.


That question... He was caught off-guard by it, and thought just may he could trust her to be a good person.


"Y-yes," he admitted, his voice hardly anything above a whisper. What was he expecting her to do, tell the rest of the school that he really did care what they said about him? Actually, yes—he kind of was. It wasn't something he would put past anyone, seeming to be kind or not.


He winced slightly as she flicked his forehead. "I...I wasn't aware that anyone here would understand something like this... I-I mean, I don't expect anyone else to understand, really, but...accept it at least, not like I'm...like I'm some piece of garbage..." He sat down on the stage and kicked his legs, causing a thump each time they hit the side of the stage. "I might like you."


((Okay—I've got another starter now.))

 

[fullmoon]

She hummed silently to herself at his responses that were given. How sad, humanity has once again struck, devilishly sinking its claws into the mights of humans and ripping them from the floor. Pursing her lips, she let her gaze follow him, watching his movements a bit curiously. Turning herself to face his back, she half choked on a chip, whilst giggling at his later comment. "Like me? Well thats good." She smiled, calming herself down, and trying to keep her eyes from pouring buckets of tears all from her little choke.


Walking to the edge of the stage as well, she popped a squat and sat next to him, her left arm holding out the small fun sized bag of Lays Potato chips. Her legs kicked up, echoing her new found friends. The sound of THUMPS together harmonized and bounced off the auditoriums walls. Get a guitar and maybe a keyboard and they could start up a little band with the great thuds they were making.


"Because I feel the same. Also, my uncle is the same as you. Though not many know. So I know a little bit about what you might be going through. Oh, my names Wendy by the way. Yours?" She was looking at him now, studying his possessed features. Of course she already knew his name from rumors, but she wanted to hear it from himself.


((Okay great, I will check it out! ^~^ ))