SPACE / CADET

featuring @goseabrook.

At his words Addison felt her body suddenly grow hot with rage before she twisted on the bench to face in her hands dropping onto his shoulders and gripping them tightly. “You, are not a loser.” She told him firmly with complete certainty in what she was saying. How anyone could think that about him was still beyond her understanding. “You’re funny– in a sarcastic way, caring, kind, probably one of the smartest people I’ve ever met— I’m serious.” The cheerleader added quickly her grip tightening, the things he’s done, that he’s at least told her about, the kind of on the fly thinking and making he’s done was out of this world, literally. “You’ve lived through things, and gone on a bigger adventure than most people could even begin to contemplate here. But even more than that you’ve made choices on those adventures that not everyone would make. You’re the coolest person I’ve ever met Jim and definitely talented enough to hold your own in an art class here.” Addison let the sentiment linger for a moment before she was quickly pulling her hands off of his shoulders twisting her fingers together on her lap. “And if you sign up and anyone does try laughing at you, which would never happy, I could always high kick them in the face on accident.”

@bytundered​

          wrong choices, dead enders - losers. that was what those obnoxious cops had said before he left for treasure planet, that time they finally impounded the solar surfer which now resided tucked away at the back of his closet in his dorm room. auradon was meant to be a fresh start for them all... back then he was busted for surfing in private areas, failing class but now it was the same offences just different turf. the second he started at auradon prep he found himself at odds with the headmistress but the one difference auradon prep had to his home was that he made friends at school. friends like addison, a bright peppy cheerleader who seemingly avoided any warnings people have given her to steer clear - when they first met she was rather persistent at getting to know him and now she was one of his few friends who just refused to  give up on him.

         like now, that journal he had kept from his travels clutched tightly in hands it was private, personal. detailing all his adventures - the thoughts he had had over the years followed by his ‘doodles’. it wasn’t something he had planned to share, an idle hobby to keep his mind clear and illustrate his thoughts, mere pencil etchings on old journal paper. by no means art. ❛ addison... ❜ he sighed looking up at her with that look, the wide eyes the low brows, she couldn’t go getting herself into trouble for him that’s not what he wanted. ❛ i’m on the robotics team - i’m in detention every other week. i’m not a prince, i’m not part of some happy ending story... i am a loser. ❜  he had already dragged her into enough trouble as it is, jim didn’t need her landing herself a seat in detention right next to him.

        ❛ when you put it like that it seems like a great story but one without a hero... ❜ not like those of the great tales here. he was scared, scared of following a dream and it coming crashing down in front of him just like treasure planet when he thought he had lost everything...  despite being in auradon for a while he was still so intimidated by how grand everything could be and he had no doubt art class would be the exact same. kids with unreal talents like their parents before them, expressing themselves in extravagant mediums whilst all he worked in left over charcoal and paper. ❛ i’ve seen what those kids in art class can do oils on white canvas, statues that gods would approve, i doodle in a journal. i’d get laughed out of there. ❜

𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙱𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂.   but – it wasn’t like after a year of having Gordon at this school they had EXPECTED him to show up.    still made it awkward whenever the teachers would see him skipping class.    no one wanted to face the wrath of Grumpy.    of course, to Gordon, his father was nothing but that, a father — who, while they didn’t agree on much.    Gordon still loved very much. As he unzipped the blue hoodie he was wearing - which clung to his body before hand - not wanting anyone to see him in the thing — it was pastel blue and it belonged to CHAD.     He started to rush out of the building hoping to find a place to sit when he stumbled across the other.

Gordon raised his eyebrow as his arms folded.    pastel blue hoodie perked over his leather jacket.    this was NOT the first time he had seen someone breaking the rules.   THOUGH, it was the first time he had seen anyone going to this level of extreme.    hence, the reaction of surprise.   Though the son of Grumpy did find it amusing at how the other teen in a hoodie was attempting to judge if he was in trouble or not.     stupid pastel hoodie.   making him look like a normie.    stupid chad for giving him it. ❛ yeah —  I’m sure fairy godmother REALLY appreciates when her tyres go missing. almost as much as she likes me skippin’ class.    relax.   want some help? ❜

         great, now he was in trouble. the well thought out plan and attack on the fairy who had trapped him in that waste of a lesson had been foiled, stopped right in his tracks half way through. how was he meant to show that fairy now? he waited for a scolding, a busted but it never came. as the silent moment lingered and the other male decided to respond a new opinion materialised, that thinly pressed line upturned into a smirk as he out held the wrench. for this other boy wasn’t a teacher in a matter of fact they had met previously if even only for a moment in the place they would find themselves trapped in once again after committing to this. detention.

         ❛ sure, if you don’t mind. i’ve just got these two left to undo and then the first step is done. ❜ he nodded to the current wheel and the one behind.  getting the wheels off the van was one thing the next would be to then find somewhere to put then, jim had considered the robotics basement but perhaps that was too obvious - a place he would surely get caught. perhaps a tyre swing on campus might look nice. his brow ddi however question the other for a moment. ❛ sorry  - i was worried you might be one of those knights boys that would bust me for this before i could finish. so detention wasn’t a one time thing for you? ❜

@notgrumpy​ said: “What the fuck am I seeing?” ➥ misc sentence starters, accepting

          this will teach her.... hands pulled, wrench turning around wheel bolts. it may have taken him the majority of his remedial goodness class but he was getting there. it had taken a quick second to locate the fairies minivan and get it perched onto the bricks before going to work, luckily he had a friend who was able to help him in acquiring the tools he would need to make the adjustments. kneeling down beside the minivan the hoodie wearing teen was surrounded by ally’s tools as he continued on with his work, removing yet another from from one of the minivans wheels. oh jim was so smug with his idea, smirk pulled from ear to ear as he thought about her reaction - he just hoped she was in a hurry after work.

          he was so caught up in his revenge that he hadn’t registered the footsteps on the stairs outside the schools entrance, it was infact the words that followed that alerted him to the presence of another. jumping around jim’s glare set upon the other, brow lowered as he judged why the other was also wandering around campus. gaze quickly flickered from the other male to the two already loose tyres at his side. ❛ this... this is not what it looks like. ❜ he attempted to assure him, wary of him. he took a moment to study the other, who seemed vaguely familiar, he wasn’t a teacher - no way... ❛ i’m just returning a favour.... ❜

          tucked away far from the glamour and pedestals of fairytales, down a flight of stairs sat a whole different civilisation. an underground society for those who didn’t fill the conventional roles in auradon, every door that passed a different culture sat. chess club (really a pro magical usage society), the engineering society, audio visual club... but beyond those horizon’s of clubs called upon in times of need deep down at the back sat a new group, one to house the outcasts or the outcasts. a society a little less well known, when mentioned people raised and eyebrow and questioned ‘who?’ . the robotics society, a ragtag group of misfits who plastered the entrance to their lair with a hand-made logo which was taped over the old ‘basement’ name.

          behind that old door once sat an empty storage room full of the remains of times past but in recent months it had become a thriving workshop. not at all the neatest, wires and components lay strew across counters, remains of stripped wire curling on the floor as blueprints to various projects and stained coffee cups sat on the counter. sat atop a stool, face tucked right into the interior circuitry of a project was jim working on fixing their youngest teammates project. leg bounced, the hum of indie music coming from his earphones as his focus set upon tracing the wires ever carefully. they could not afford to rack up more detention for causing a fire.

          it wasn’t the other members of the basement that caught his attention or the loud ping that had echoed around the room but out the corner of his eye jim had caught sight of an illumination. the screen of his phone placed next to him lighting up. a frown dashed brow raised as he carefully put down the tools, leaning over his phone curious to see who would be messaging him. he wasn’t exactly popular on campus, most of the friends he had resided in that very room bar a handful. and well when he saw the screen name he himself lit up - wide smile pulling the corners of his lips upwards, blue eyes shone. it was her. 

          a gracebook message. hey!!! . truth be told jim didn’t know what these things were; gracebook, instaroyal, zapchat... ally had tried explaining them to him when he first inquired about them but he still didn’t understand fully, only installing the applications so he could talk to her. he had figured adding her on one of these ‘open platforms’ was easier than asking for her number, a feat he would surely be shot down at. thus he picked up his phone, within a flash the phone swiped and pin code entered as he made his journey to replying. hey addison! how are you doing? how was the rest of your day? sorry we didn’t meet up after school. i got a little caught up. light taps and no sooner had the message been received as his reply had been sent.