talking way too fast

"You’re an idiot. Taking ten minutes to breathe is not going to make you lose your 4.0, for God sakes." He shifted a little and set his notebook aside to grab his laptop. "Your luscious locks will be just fine. I stress just as much as you and my hair is still lovely and fluffy at best."

"You know," Garrett muses, tilting his head to the side slightly, and puffing out his cheeks, "thinkin' we probably get along as well as we do because we've both got amazing hair." And that's the single gayest thing he's ever said, which is a feat in and of itself all things considered. Amusement dances over his features, though, and he leans back on his hands, letting out a light sigh. 

"If you could move like two inches to the right, that would be perfect. Oh, nice jacket, by the way." Isaiah just smiled at the boy and slipped his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

Garrett gives a start, hands dropping to his sides, and looks back over his shoulder, only just realizing he's obstructing traffic. "My apologies. And thanks." He says, flushing slightly, and managing to retain a hint of dignity as he shifts away. He's always been distractible. 

{✫}      Oh she knows that feeling all too well. She’s pretty much drowning in her academics, her dance classes and her work. “Well I certainly know how that feels.” She mumbles before smiling a little. “I’m Phoenix, and it’s a pleasure to meet you Garrett.”

"Phoenix. Never actually heard that name before -- interestin'." Apparently he feels the need to repeat it, and then his fingers are slipping into his back pockets, and he rocks slightly on his feet. "What're you studying?"

Milo just snorted and glanced back down at his notebook. “I’ll rub your head or something when you get stressed out. I’m sure that’ll relax you. You take on too much all at once. —- Coming from me that sound stupid given I just had a breakdown over it.” He made a face and threw a pen at the other boy. “Just take a break.”

Garrett rolls his eyes, picking up the pen from where it'd fallen into his lap, and shifting slightly. "Taking a break isn't going to keep me at a 4.0, thank you very much. My hair will grow back." He smiles, though, because he's aware of how totally insane that sounds. They're both insane when it comes to school.

{✫}      ”That’s terrible. I’ve never lost my voice before but my Dad did get a terrible rash from it.” She’d never heard of someone losing their voice from incense before. But either way she’s glad she’s not allergic to it. “Well I think it looks very nice long like that, probably shouldn’t stress too much.”

"My throat gets all closed up too, but only when it's too close to me. Learned that the hard way." He's never really questioned his reactions to it -- just stayed away the best he can. "Thank you, ma'am. Tryin' not to, but sometimes I have the tendency to bite off a bit more than I can chew. Anyway... I'm Garrett."

{✫}      ”Well that would be quite terrible. My Mum cut my hair to my shoulder when I was five and it took my almost five years to get it long again. It was really terrible. I feel your pain.” She shrugged, a smile on her features. “But it grows back, so. Though I suggest incense or a hot bath and or shower to help with the stress.” 

"Mama always used to keep mine shorter than anything. Only just started wearin' it like this about a year ago." He lift his shoulders in a slight shrug, still not entirely sure why he's talking to a stranger about his hair. "Not much for incense, to be honest. Allergic to it and all that -- shoulda seen how Gran flipped the first time I lost my voice because of it."

“I’ve been fortunate enough to be working in this industry for seven years now, and throughout that, I’ve seen kids come and go. I’ve seen people become successful and I’ve seen some people fall flat on their ass. So my line has always been, I’m Jamie, and I grew up in the English countryside. That’s who I am.”