#*wisteria

he paced back and forth along the corridor of the college campus he was supposed to be attending class in. instead he was awaiting Emilia to leave her class so he could casually bump into her. it had been a few months since he first made contact with the girl, but he’d managed to slowly work his way into her life as a study buddy if not an almost friend. they’d studied together a few times and met at the coffee shop that they’d once ditched her guards at more than a few times. neither of them were free with details on their backgrounds, a thing that jay hated to admit bothered him, especially with his bosses breathing down his neck to get results. he found himself actually liking her company more than just using her for information, which twisted him up a bit. this was a job and he needed to remember that. with spring break approaching he knew her family’s business would be at their best with the lower level dealers feeding the spring breakers of the world with high end merchandise. he needed to stop it. he heard the door to her class open and looked up, placing a breathtaking smile on his face as she walked out. he sent her a wink before sidling up next to her, “good morning beautiful” he greeted her with his standard greeting, “care to save me from jumping off this building? i’m slowly dying of boredom in my classes.”

@arthurcrrys--

Derek had taken up running to try and offset the missing cardio from his life that was once filled by dance. He still refused to even acknowledge anything his dad said regarding Julliard but a small part of him could admit that he’d been thinking about dancing a lot more than he had been when his mom first died. Running into Nicolette may have had a small part of it, but reminiscing about the dances they had and events they’d been through in high school kept plaguing his mind more frequently.  He shook his head away from that thought and began a faster run as he passed through the busy streets around the college town. He turned a corner and slammed right into someone. His arms came out to try and cushion the fall of the person before him as they both ended up pressed into a brick wall “Ugh” he grunted out, trying to catch his breath. Derek looked toward the person he’d run into and was shocked to see Nicolette there, cradling what looked to be a cut on her elbow from the impact of their run in. He’d never seen her around the college town before, mostly because he wasn’t looking early on but also since she was in high school still. He looked her over, before realizing her arm was bleeding, badly. “How can someone of your size bleed this much?”  he spoke finally, asking the awkward question, before shaking his head and trying again, “What I meant to say was are you ok? It looks like your arm is bleeding a lot.” He quickly pulled his sweat soaked shirt off to wrap it around her arm, “We should clean this up” he stated, “I have a first aid kit in my apartment right across the road, follow me.”

@rorygilmours--

“Well don’t you look like a ray of sunshine” she heard from over her shoulder. She turned towards the voice and her cheeks reddened in a cute blush when she saw it was Ezra approaching her. Her belly always did somersaults when he was around, a school girl crush on the cutest teacher in the school; she felt like she was in high school again with the thoughts she had.

“You talking about my personality or my outfit?” she joked playfully, putting down the paint brush she was using to paint a new bulletin board to face him fully. She was in a bright yellow ruffled blouse atop a white fitted skirt, she could be sunlight personified with the look itself. “I figured no one would be here since it’s vacation. I was just getting ahead on some things.” she explained, her hand gesturing to the bulletin board that had colors popping through the quote, “Show your true colors. That’s why we love you.”  She chuckled to herself realizing as the music teacher, he should appreciate her using a song lyric for her board. “Cyndi Lauper fan?” she asked, referring to her song ‘True Colors.’

Walking through his old high school always seemed to be a bittersweet thing for Derek Holmes. He had some of the best memories of his life in these halls and especially in the studios that allowed him to so freely practice his former passion. But it was also the place where he’d gotten the call that changed his life forever; the call that nearly broke him.

Derek gave up his dream of attending Julliard after his mother’s death and instead threw himself into some basic beginner courses at a local community college. That very college had brought him to the high school in search of paperwork and transfer papers. He’d been in the office for hours and only now, hours after the high school crowd was released, he was walking through the desolate halls. Rather than heading to his car like he should have, he found himself wandering around, looking at his old classrooms and allowing the memories to break to the surface of his thoughts.

Surprising himself, he found he’d wandered near the dance studios he once thought of as his solace. He hadn’t danced in the almost year his mother had been gone even though deep in his soul he felt the calling for it. Lost in his own thoughts, he hadn’t heard anyone around him until footsteps echoed on the other end of the hall. Looking in the direction he saw a familiar face that made him smile.

“School’s closed for the night, you know that right?” he called out, not wanting to scare the girl. He wasn’t close friends with her but he’d crossed paths with her and had a few classes shared when he was still in high school.

“Trying to break in and trash the school?” he joked.