Darkrooms and safelights
- Mar 19, 2005
Act IV: It was bad for me; was it bad for you?
It was eleven thirty-nine in the morning. And Gerard was currently in the middle of the most dangerous and important mission of his high school career.
He was trying to pass notes in the middle of Spiran History class.
You question the significance of this operation? Fool. Just imagine that you’ve been forced to sit in a cold, hard chair, in a room that reeks of pure evil. The love of your life is sitting two rows ahead and three seats to the right. You’re surrounded on all sides by allies and opponents. And a note that could make or break your very existence could very well get crushed under foot, or worse, taken by the enemy leader.
Welcome to high school, britches.
And he wasn’t alone in this mission. Oh no. Several others were trying to accomplish the same thing. Discreetly, of course.
Very carefully, Gerard tore a sheet of paper in half. On one of those halves, he wrote "I AM NOT DOING ANYTHING SUSPICIOUS" and placed it on the end of his desk. The other
piece was the all-important note to Rikku.
He quietly scribbled on it, making sure the teacher’s back was turned. Then, he proceeded to fold it up, drop in on the floor, and slide it over to Rikku’s foot.
The blonde thief was, at the moment, rather preoccupied with ignoring the teacher. She was leaning her head in her left hand, swirled eyes turned toward the nearby window, which looked over the city. Down the hill, a new and extravagant building was apparently being built, and the construction scene seem to engross Rikku. Anything other than hearing about supposedly-important battles in the Calm Lands two centuries before.
But, she still noticed the swish of paper against the floor and the faint pressure on her heel as the note hit its target. Ecstatic about something that would break the tedium, she reached down and picked it up, reading the note in her lap. It said:
The Al Bhed quickly covered her mouth with one delicate hand as she giggled. Grabbing her pen, she scrawled back,
Psst what? =D
and repeated the process of slipping it back to Gerard.
When he picked it up again, poising his pen to write, he suddenly realized that he didn’t know what to say back. He hadn’t planned that far ahead. He stared at the back of her golden head, admiring anew the way the sunlight enhanced her natural glow.
While he was pondering this, Silver, seated just behind him, was also writing a note. When he was done, he poked Gerard in the back with his pen, slipping him the folded scrap of paper and motioning for him to pass it on.
Instead though, said black-haired boy opened up the note. He looked uneasily back at his argent-haired friend, trying to figure out how to deal with the situation at hand. He knew he had been working on perfecting his "coolio hair-flippy move" for a while now, but he didn’t think ... guys noticed.
So, underneath Silver’s message of "I lurv you!" he wrote:
I’m sorry but it can’t work between us. Really, it’d not you. It’s me.
And passed it back.
Silver slapped his palm to his forehead when he opened the note up. Amme, sitting next to him, turned to the side and spewed. When she turned back, she cuffed Gerd on the back of the head and hissed,
"You’re supposed to pass it on, mun!
Across the room, Kyuuri was also writing a note on top of a notebook covered with pictures of Wilson. Because Wilson ish so ky00te. She crumpled the paper up and tossed it Gerard’s head. It hit the side of his face and fell into his lap. He opened it up.
Rent > You
He wrote back:
I didn’t say anything. Oh period Oh.
YOU NEED TO BE REMINDED AT ALL TIMES, FOOCRACKER.
RENT > you.
Pass this to Amme.
HOW DO YOU DOCUMENT REAL LIFE WHEN REAL LIFE’S GETTING MORE LIKE FICTION EACH DAY?
Meanwhile, one row in front of Gerard, Myra was attempting to turn her note back to Silver into one of those paper footballs, using her "mad ninja skillz". In the end though, it came out looking less straight than Sora. This is one of life’s many ways of saying, "J00 phail."
The note-passing between the other RENT-heads though was still going strong.
This class is not Kat-tastic. It requires more cheese.
Sorry, Kat, I think we left that back in language arts class.
IT REQUIRES MORE WILSON. D=<
While this was taking place, Gerard had finally figured out what to say to Rikku. He wrote down his message and lobbed it in her direction.
...however, it landed on the teacher’s desk instead, as he was writing something down.
Raising his thick grey eyebrows, he smoothed the note out and read aloud:
"Excuse me, but can I have a map? Because I’m getting lost in your eyes.
At that, everyone felt their stomachs go into a non-cowbell-wielding protest.