#typhoidcaught

oceans lies on the floor of the choir room, hand folded together on her stomach, staring up at the ceiling above her. she turns her head only slightly in acknowledgment of noel telling her to go home, but she refuses. her head turns in the opposite direction, in the direction where their music is usually kept. placing second in the annual singing competition at the fall fair has really taken its toll on the choir captain. "it... it isn't over. we're going to do better, next time, and we're going to start practicing as soon as possible! i need to gather our sheet music."

'only once? i think it's more common than that.' hands release from the signing, expression curious & asking the silent question: is this about noel, or is this really some rhetorical story? she'd guess the former. so she waits for the response, patient but curious.

❛ Damn, startin' the day off dramatic, ain't we? You in a mood ta'day or are you just channelin' the "Mo-Mo" energy? ❜

"broken?" ocean echoes, her voice uncharacteristically small, until she catches herself and clears her throat --- holds her head high, the visage of a teenager who, in fact, had her whole life ahead of her and isn't broken whatsoever. "what the heck is that supposed to mean, huh? we're not objects, noel... that kind of attitude will do the opposite of wonders for your self-esteem." she's sure that she doesn't need to tell him that much, but she isn't about to be caught in some trap. she wouldn't allow it. "i'm not broken."

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❛ I ‘unno, Noel, you sure this shit is safe? It kinda’ burns. ❜ What time was it now, three in the morning? Why had they made the decision to dye her hair at three in the fucking morning? This was going to be a whole discussion with Suhad the moment she woke up and saw what the two of them had done. From a soon to be stained bathtub to the music playing softly over the phone speaker, they weren’t exactly being subtle about all of this. It's a wonder they haven't been caught and scolded already. ❛ How long was I supposed t’ leave this bleach shit on for anyways? ❜

he's currently rocking back and forth on the ground, his hands his face. blood seemed to seep from between his fingers. some asshole had just broken his nose. he had taken quite the hard punch to the face after saying some choice words to a jock. the rocking seems to help as he regained his composure. "my nose is broken, not my damn legs."

They shift from their spot, crawling up the bed to the other. Arms outstretch, now coming to wrap around Noel's form. It's the tightest hug they can manage, burying their face against the other. A content sigh escapes the brunette now, nuzzling against the other. ❛ I love you, y'know that? ❜ Face upturns, bright blue eyes now looking up at the other. ❛ Say it back. ❜