[Insert Name] felt the golden sunlight shine through the clear glass of his window. It poured in delicately, the warmth stirring lightly on his pale skin. He sat up, slowly, as he had, yet again, fallen asleep. He smiled as he stared out the window, recalling the events of the previous night. He turned around when he felt a presence in his doorway in which, Gilbert was leaning against the frame.
He laughed, walking up to [Insert Name], "Hurry up, or the totally awesome me isn't taking you to school." He laughed again with a 'kesesesese' noise when he ruffled [Insert Name]'s hair.
He knew that Gilbert was joking around, yet he felt the compelling urge to hurry like it was going to be snatched out from underneath him, and he'd be falling again. [Insert Name] ran to put on his school clothes, quickly brushing out the knots in his long dangly hair before shoving on his boots. As he was about to exit the room, he got a quick glance at his burgundy hoodie sitting on the chair by his desk. He remembered the cellphone Matthias had given him. He snatched up the jacket putting it on swiftly, but gently, as to not drop the precious contents of it's pockets.
[Insert Name] raced down the hall, pausing when he got to the stairs, from there he walked at his normal pace. Choba would kill him if he found out about running in the house. Ludwig would probably be concerned too. He walked down to the kitchen to see the "adults" chatting.
"Oh?"Ludwig turned, being alerted of [Insert Name]'s presence, his newspaper and coffee in hand, his reading glasses on his stone-like face.
"Guten Morgen," He spoke gently to [Insert Name].
"Gleichfalls." [Insert Name] said back, his voice containing the lack of emotion.
Ludwig brushed it off, most likely thinking it was due to him just waking up.
"Here," Fransisco pushed a plate of pancakes onto the table in front of [Insert Name].
[Insert Name] sat down, staring at the feast laid before him. He licked his lips before he made a small cut. He jabbed at the piece he had cut, hesitant of the treat. He lifted the silverware to his mouth, scraping off the food with his teeth. He tasted the soft doughy pancake, the light airy texture settling into his mouth. He felt something sweet that melted on the tongue, the savory flavor sinking into his whole head, he smelt it too; White chocolate. The final flavor was fruity. It was starchy in texture but tasted like boysenberries, the syrup sticking everything together. [Insert Name] felt little drops form at the corner of his eyes. Heaven! It tasted like Heaven!
"What's wrong with him Lud!?" Gilbert asked upon seeing his face.
"I don't know." Ludwig stared at [Insert Name] too, confused by the odd expression as well.
"I'm fine." [Insert Name] smiled, for real this time.
***
Upon arriving at school [Insert Name] noticed a certain lack in...energy? That was the most polite way to put it, he supposed. He stepped out cautiously, wary of the quintet of foreigners, after yesterday he wouldn't be surprised if they tried to pull another fast one. [Insert Name] thanked Gilbert for the ride, well actually, Ludwig, he had driven them. The car drove away and [Insert Name] was left alone on the sidewalk. He walked through the gates, contemplating what to do with his free time, he had never been early before.
He walked over to one of the large buildings placed in the middle of the blacktop, a big red line on the ground connecting from the wall to contain the unruly students from causing trouble. He leaned against the wall of the counselors' office and, slowly, slid down the wall onto the floor. It created the perfect sitting position. [Insert Name] reached over to his small backpack, and opened it up. He pulled out a large bag of art supplies, treating them gently, he placed them beside him with a large black sketchbook. He grabbed one of his pencils, letting his hand guide the pencil, he had no control of what he was creating. Without realizing it, without thinking, he grabbed his soft colored pencils, tracing them over the large center of his ovaled out shape on his paper. He used many different shades of brown, and umber, and hazel, creating a blended drawing of colors. He reached over again, this time to grab a much finner pencil. He traced over his outlines, making heavy and long strokes, like a paintbrush. When he was done he took a long look at it, realizing what he did. He hid his head in his hands, embarrassed about what he did.
"Woah." Matt was gapping at his drawing, wonder filling his eyes.
Before [Insert Name] could hide his drawing Matt had snatched it up. "It looks just like Matthias's..." He trailed his fingers down the drawing.
"Let's go show him!" He exclaimed, grabbing [Insert Name] and his belongings.
Matt led them to the rest of their group, he didn't even get a word out before Matt was off yelling excitedly again.
"Look at what Dinky drew!" He shoved the drawing up to them.
[Insert Name] cringed, he had forgotten about the nickname they had given him.
"It's remarkable." Cambos praised.
"Oui, beautiful!" Elizabetha agreed.
"Bloody marvelous." Oliver nodded.
Matthias stood there silently, he hadn't uttered a word.
"It looks like my..." Matthias started, slowly dragging his hand up to his face to cover his left eye.
[Insert Name] waited to be dismissed for being some creepy weirdo, but was shocked when a hand was put around his shoulder. Of course, however, he didn't show any emotion physically while this was happening and didn't when the pain surged through his entire upper body when the hand was placed there.
"Fantastic!" Matthias shouted happily, "You should enter a contest!"
A contest? really? was he that good?
His thoughts were interrupted by the buzzer sounding off. [Insert Name] grabbed his sketchbook back and began to walk to his history class. He glanced back over at them behind him, the pale whitewashed colors fading away, being replaced by the light. A quote he had heard once decided to ring itself through his mind; The first star of the night shines the brightest.
***
At lunch [Insert Name] sat down at his usual lunch table. He had gotten a parfait from the cafeteria. Middle school lunch wasn't that bad. Movies don't know what they're talking about. Or maybe it was just because this was usually all [Insert Name] got, he didn't know, but he was grateful regardless. Soon after he sat down, his gang of "followers" came to join him.
"Why can't they just leave me alone?" He thought, crying inside after the whole incident that morning.
They all filled in the table, Matthias taking the spot right next to him on the circular table. They started chatting with each other quietly, but Matthias must have noticed his lack of participation in the conversation because what he said next was directly for [Insert Name].
"Why didn't you respond to the text?" he asked, turning to [Insert Name].
"..."
"Do you know how to turn it on!? Oh my god, he doesn't know how to turn it on! Let me show you." Matt exclaimed, probably grabbing more attention than he would've wanted.
"Shut up you bloody wan-" Oliver began to scold Matt but stopped himself mid-sentence when he caught what he was about to say, "Oh, nevermind." He shook his head disapprovingly.
[Insert Name] couldn't believe it. Just because he had never owned a phone before didn't mean that he couldn't turn one on. The nerve of these people.
"Do you have it with you?" Matthias asked, ignoring the others' shenanigans.
[Insert Name] pulled out the phone from his pocket.
"Alright so..." Matthias began to show him how to use the phone.
Did they think he was that stupid? Well, it was nice that he would go through the trouble of showing, not to mention, giving him the phone. He watched as Matthias's lips talked slowly, making sure that [Insert Name] was understanding what he was saying. He felt another unknown emotion surge through him. It hurt. He resisted the urge to grab his head in the agonizing pain he felt right now, what was he feeling? No one else noticed, however, as he had, again, concealed his expressions, remaining a faceless doll, meant to sit and look pretty. The buzzer for the end of their lunch rang, and [Insert Name] quickly grabbed his things and threw his trash away. Matthias handed him back the phone. [Insert Name] almost wanted to just sit there and feel his hand. He resisted and trudged on, but not before he gave a short, curt little nod of appreciation. What was this feeling?
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