After a chilling fourth period-Villain History & Skills- Garçon was left in a bit less of a chipper mood than before. Even though meeting Alawa had been nice and he was still excited for each new memory and friend to come, the teacher had been incredibly intimidating and spiteful, and he hadn’t learned any more about Gaston. But was there really anything else to learn anyways? Of course, he had written the paper that had been assigned to him on Gaston-the best villain of all time. Though he grimaced at referring to his father that way. Sure, he’d made his (un)fair share of disagreeable choices, but he was Garçon 's father, and he couldn’t possibly be all bad. That class was much too intense for any conversation, so only one friend had been made so far. Now it was time for lunch, a time to rest his mind, and refresh with a delicious meal. He’d locate a group of popular, open-looking people and join in, quadrupling his friend pool so far. Or maybe he’d look for Dae and Alawa.
He decided to order two slices of Peter’s Picked Pepperoni Pizza and fizzy water. It was served to him almost immediately, pizza warm with the oil sizzling in tiny pools, small bubbles rising to the surface of his drink. He thanked the ladies before turning to face the tables of students. Ah, there. A table, lit up by a ray of sun coming through a sky-high window. A table of beautiful, friendly, laughing people his age. That was the crowd he wanted to be a part of. He began to saunter towards them in a casual manner, grinning and complimenting people as he walked through a sea of students. His entire body was aimed in the direction of the table, but his dark eyes flicked around to take in all the new, unfamiliar faces. And that’s how he saw him.
He decided to order two slices of Peter’s Picked Pepperoni Pizza and fizzy water. It was served to him almost immediately, pizza warm with the oil sizzling in tiny pools, small bubbles rising to the surface of his drink. He thanked the ladies before turning to face the tables of students. Ah, there. A table, lit up by a ray of sun coming through a sky-high window. A table of beautiful, friendly, laughing people his age. That was the crowd he wanted to be a part of. He began to saunter towards them in a casual manner, grinning and complimenting people as he walked through a sea of students. His entire body was aimed in the direction of the table, but his dark eyes flicked around to take in all the new, unfamiliar faces. And that’s how he saw him.
This table was quite unlike the one Garçon strode towards. Out of the sun’s golden spotlight, a tiny table tucked in the back corner of the room. He could only see the back of his head-covered in curly dark hair. Tanned skin peeked out from under the brown curls, headphones atop his head. He was the only person at the table. How could he recognize someone by only the back of their head? Someone whose name he didn’t know-someone whose face was only a blurred memory? Someone who he’d only caught a glimpse of? He could still remember that vividly-the hot summer air, the singing, the dancing, the salty smells. The fireflies flickering through the air, the laughing women and chuckling men. And him. Standing in the festival crowd. People blocked his view, and the man had disappeared. Had he even been real? The boy sitting yards away from him verified he had not been a beautiful figment of Garçon’s imagination.
He immediately shifted directions, though he’d been standing there for a long moment. Tray in hands, and clique forgotten, he approached the lone table, taking a seat across from the boy and wondering how he should excuse himself if this boy didn’t have the festival boy’s deep eyes and freckled nose. Luckily, he did, and the boy from so long ago was right there, only inches away. Up close, he was even more irresistible. Perfect nose, perfect lips, absorbed in whatever music he was listening to, chewing on the spiral pasta on his tray. Though surely he’d stopped now that Garçon had set down his tray in front of him, smiling. Not his usual confident smile, he looked a little nervous, heart thumping in his chest. What would he say? He could not say, “I finally found you.” And sound like a stalker or assassin. “Hey, there. This seat isn’t taken, isn’t it?”
@sunflower.flow - grégorie : right now, i am taking a break from reactions to focus on catching up in other areas such as replies. but i def want to let you know i will be reacting in the future. your post both stunned and amazed me, and i wish even more i had an ounce of your talent! enjoy, love~ + @Kristi - alawa : slight mention eheh! i will reply to alawa soon~