eugene heron.

“Does it become heart dust at that point?” Timsy teased. “Because I could think of a few good things I could do with heart dust.” She laughed. “To bad. I would call it…being a good egg. How about that? Not so bad, hmm?” She paused and wrinkled her nose. “It’s the hair, right? Can’t really hide with red hair.” She quickly stuck her hand out. “Deal. You can’t use them on me, but…I guess sometimes you can tell me them. So that I can laugh at you, of course.” 

“Oh you’ve definitely reduced it to dust,” Eugene teased back, before furrowing his brows. “Do I even want to know what you’d do with heart dust?” He asked, slightly concerned. “An egg? Why am I an egg? But yeah, your hair is definitely fairly noticeable, but it’s cute.” Shrugging, Eugene grinned as she stuck her hand out, taking it and shaking it. “Oh of course, I’ll only tell you them if you so desire,”

Brody smiled at his friend.  “I have met you, and you’re a great guy.  You just… need to let other people show it, you know?”

As Eugene’s eyes widened, Brody couldn’t help but laugh.  “Get you drunk, I dunno.”

Ella giggled.  “I’ll always say it, the awkward ones are the cutest.”

“Nah, I quite like annoying people until they get fed up with me,” Eugene grinned, fully aware it was a coping mechanism so people didn’t get too close. Not many people picked up on it. “Oh god, could you imagine me drunk? I’d be even more of a disaster than I usually am.”

Anthony stared at the boy in front of him with a blank stare. He rolled his eyes at the boy and let out a small laugh. “Yeah. Sure. Call that a win. Might be your only win for a while.” He began to walk away until the other’s words stopped him in his tracks. He turned around and stared at the other, squinting his eyes just slightly. “Absolutely nothing. I just can’t deal with the stupidity of dumb ass people.”

“HA, and I even got a laugh out of you. I call that a double win. --And no, I don’t care if you’re laughing at me, not with me. Still counts,” Eugene winked, before laughing. “Oh I am fully aware I’m a dumbass, in fact, I embrace it. You should too, might actually make you stop being so moody.”

“Absolutely,” Timsy said without missing a single beat. She put a hand against the side of his face and pushed him away. “Rebel isn’t the word I would use, but I’m not stopping you from using it.” She leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest. He hooked her feet at the ankles and started to people-watch. “I suppose if any one can do it, it’s you. Then you won’t even notice that you’re not allowed to talk to me any more.” She forced a smile. Just was being annoying, she could just feel it. But for long as she could remember, she’d only kept a friend for as long as a year. “Oh, well, fine. I guess that’s okay.” Her smile turned genuine. 

“You’re breaking my heart into a million pieces,” A chuckle escaped his lips as she pushed his face away, causing him to pout at her again. “Do I even want to know what you’d call it? Nah, I’d always notice you.” Eugene shrugged his shoulders, “I promise I’ll never use my awful pick up lines on you again if you let me continue talking to you.”

“As humorous as I found them to be, I think you’d be better off saving them for someone else.” Nirvana replied honestly, deciding against elaborating. “That’s a big chance to take in a school filled with people that have little control on their powers, you know? Guess this means I can cross super human intelligence off your list of possibilities, huh?” They teased, before grimacing, realizing how harsh that might’ve sounded. “Or at least, when it comes to street smarts.” She added, in hopes to soften the blow. “I don’t know, you manage to get other’s to laugh and I’d say that’s the goal of most pick-up lines. Plus, you seem a lot less sleazy in comparison to the usual crowd of male that spits them.” She chuckled. “Where’s the fun in telling you?” 

“Not even if I said something like, are you a parking ticket? Because you've got FINE written all over you.” Eugene wiggled his eyebrows, “I like to live life on the edge, and yes definitely not intelligence. Or seduction. Care to guess what my abilities actually are?” He chuckled, not taking any offence to their teasing. “That’s usually why I use them. I know they won’t work, but it usually get’s people talking to me.” He shrugged, before grinning. “I hope I don’t come across as sleazy, that’s the last thing I want. Oh?” Arching an eyebrow, Eugene looked at her questioningly. “Now I’m concerned. Should I be concerned?”

“Woah there, CASANOVA, you might be getting a wee bit ahead of yourself there,” Nirvana’s smile grew to a small grin, genuinely amused by the other. “How do you know I’m not some serial killer that has a vendetta against those with cheesy lines.” She teased, placing a bookmark in the book she was reading and setting it in her bag, laughing slightly at his crimson cheeks.  “Maybe I was getting a head of myself with that nickname, you seem a little on the pure side. Maybe I should be taking you somewhere to corrupt you.” 

“Well I’ve got plenty more of those pick up lines first if you’d prefer?” Eugene grinned, before shrugging his shoulders, “I somehow doubt you are, but even so, I’ll take my chances.” Teasing back, Eugene sat on the arm of the sofa, chewing on his bottom lip slightly as he looked back at her. “You heard those pick up lines right? I’m terrible at flirting, of course I’m still pure,” He hoked with a huff, before his eyes widened slightly again. “And what exactly would you be doing to corrupt me?”

Timsy clicked her tongue. “What did I just say?” She fought back a smile. “I mean honestly, it took you all of two seconds to break the whole no-talking-to-me-again deal.” She pulled one knee up to her chest and hugged it to her chest. “Oh, there’s plenty of people to be friends with.” She pointed at random to one of their fellow students. “Them,” she said and the pointed again. “And them and them.” She nodded, now unable to hold back the smile. “Then it’s a good thing I’m getting out now, while I can, huh?”

“Look at this face, Timsy, could you really ignore this face forever?” Eugene pouted slightly, pulling the best puppy dog face he could muster. “Well you know me, I’m a rebel, and besides, maybe I don’t want to be friends with them. Some of them are so rude, but I’m sure I’ll wear them down eventually. I’ll befriend the entire school.” Grinning at her, he shook his head, “Tims, you should know, you’re never getting out. I’m annoyingly persistent. You’re stuck with me. Forever.”

Anthony was curled up with a book, nose buried into the pages. He was brought out of his own world by a voice - a voice making terrible pick up lines. He turned his head slowly towards the voice, closing his book. He observed the actions of the boy in front of him. He let out a laugh and returned to his book. He began to speak to the boy, “You better stop with those pick up lines. Have any of them ever worked? Based on what I’m seeing… I highly doubt it.” He looked back up at him. “So how about you just shut the fuck up and do us all a favor.”

At the other’s words, Eugene rolled his eyes at the boy’s tone slightly, before turning toward’s him. “Maybe they have, maybe they haven’t. Although, I do tend to use them as conversation starters and while you may have scared them off,” he jabbed his thumb to the person he had been chatting to, who had promptly left, “you are talking to me so technically, I’d count that as a win. But, bloody hell, what crawled up your arse and died?”

Nirvana couldn’t help the small snicker that slipped out at the male’s attempt at what they could only assume was a pick-up line. “Is that your way of trying to tell me you want to fry me for dinner? Because if so, I may have to mention that to the headmaster, I’m almost certain, I read something against that in the school handbook.”  Shaking her head as he continued, a smile lingered on their features. “Still sounds like your end goal here is to eat me in SOME way shape or form, and not in a good way.” 

“Maybe not fry, but I could take you OUT to dinner, that sounds slightly less creepy, right?” A chuckle escaped his lips, before his features furrowed slightly. “How can you eat someone in a - OH.” As realisation struck him, Eugene’s cheeks flushed red, an awkward cough escaping his lips.

          “If I was a chicken -      was that meant to be a compliment?” Luna asked, offended by the insinuation that she wasn’t already impeccable. “I would never say that again, especially to someone that you’re interested in. It’s a disaster and a half, not that your second attempt is much better. I might recommend skipping the lines altogether.”

“Well yeah, it’s supposed to be punny.” Eugene bit his lip to try and keep a straight face, failing miserably. “Well I mean, it’s a conversation starter, and here you are talking to me, so I guess it worked?” Shrugging his shoulders, Eugene shot her a sheepish grin.

Timsy blinked, wide-eyed, at her friend. She made a noise akin to a long, drawn out ahhhee, but as concerned and judgmental as the noise sounded, it was really the only thing stopping her from busting up at possibly the stupidest thing she’d ever heard. It didn’t work for very long. Timsy laughed until her cheeks starter to hurt. “You’re never allowed to speak to me again,” she said, still between bouts of laughter. 

At her laugh, Eugene couldn’t help but chuckle himself, throwing his head back with laughter. “What? Who else am I supposed to be friends with?” Eugene pouted, “Besides, I know plenty more where that came from. And they get so much worse.”