MOVED

LOCHAN & THEO HAVE MOVED TO THEIR NEW BLOG !!

(^ that whole thing is the link to the new blog !!!)

Jack just ignores him completely as he finally heads towards the cafeteria for a bit before heading into the library, then before homeroom started, he disappears off to his special hiding place that even Lochan had yet to find.

He was nowhere going to be near Lochan, and if Lochan approached, he’ll have to be prepared to be punched again.

At first, Lochan simply stays there, rooted to his spot, his hand still pressed to his face as if that could make the swelling better, ( It could, he could erase it ) mouth slightly agape as he tries to piece the puzzle together. And then he gets moving, heading to the art room -there’s little chances he’ll run into Jack there. The class’ mostly empty, two or three students that he doesn’t know and who won’t bother asking him about his black eye, or why he’s so furiously scribbling a drawing that won’t make any sense.

Jack’s--- accusing him of making out with people behind his back. Except they’re not dating, they’re not lovers, and Lochan’s never thought of Jack that way. Jack is his friend, they’ve known each other since childhood, his family’s a safe, reassuring haven, and what he feels for them is nowhere near being romantic.

“Hm?”

He stops to turn around, the sharp gaze of hate visible in his eyes.

“You want to talk about being an ass?”

His voice was dangerously low, and worse, you can feel how tense the air was starting to become.

“You want to call me an ass when you were the one making out with other guys behind my back?”

Jack looks down for a moment, dropping his bag before looking back with hurt filled eyes and fury before he rushes at Lochan and punches him real hard in the face.

“Don’t think this will make things better you piece of shit!” He spat. “You’re the worst Lochan…don’t even bother coming over to my place anymore!” He hissed as he hurries to grab his bag and runs inside.

Of course I’m the worst, I’m the only Lochan I know -is oddly enough the very first thing that crosses his mind right after Jack all but punched him. As if being hit square in the face was the perfect excuse to think up bad puns and even more horrible plays on words.

Lochan manages to stagger to the other boy fast enough to grab his bag ( I call dibs ) about at the same time as he does, and he unceremoniously erases it to force him to stop. His other hand’s now pressed to the side of his face, to an eye that’s already swollen, and the ridicule of the situation is absolutely baffling. A few days ago, Jack was holding his hand and talking about going to prom together, and now, in this cold spring morning, he’s spitting insults at his face and giving him a black eye.

Romantic.

“ I’m not making out with other guys behind your back, Jack. We’re not even--- dating or something. Right ? You talked about it but nothing happened. I thought you--- weren’t--- serious. “

“Miracles… if only they were true.” She admitted bluntly. Hawkeye eyed Robin for a bit, instead moving to Lochan’s side. “Let’s leave it at the edge of town and wait. I… won’t go any farther. You and Robin are on your own, but make no mistake i’ll come if needed.” The wolf then turned and disappeared, leaving the witch and gear-infested man there. “… well? Shall we?” She asks nonchalantly, deciding to head down the hillside, even if she didn’t like human villages anyway.

What would stop miracles from coming true, if one dared to believe in them enough ? Except real life, all that was pretty horrible about it, and the fact they were sadly not living inside a peaceful dream, of course. He had spent his teenage years, from twelve to seventeen years of age, hoping for a miracle, that’d drag him out of his misery, out of the streets, out of his ever growing need to drink more.

To no avail, in the end.

Lochan placed the little rag doll down, with one last noticeable hesitation. All he could hope for now, was that no wild creature would steal it. A deep breath, a last look over his shoulder, and he then followed Robin.

When he hears footsteps nearby, and the hard breathing, he knew it was Lochan right away and he froze, his fury building up and ready to explode.

Looking up, he smacks the coffee away from him and out of Lochan’s hand, standing up quickly.

“I don’t need your stupid coffee,” he says with a glare.

Turning around, he heads for the doors, noticing it finally unlocked.

“ I don’t need your stupid mood swings either, yet here I am. “

A more or less subtle, but very angered way of saying what the fuck, Jack. Green eyes staring at the spilled coffee -what a waste-, and then back to the other boy. This was ridiculous, really, and Lochan regretted not having erased it before presenting it to the other boy.

He could have brought it back later. Had he known.

Jack was sitting outside, waiting for the doors to the school to open while nibbling on a breakfast burrito he bought on his way.

He was not too pleased right now, and almost anything that approached him got him irritated.

He was very much breathless when he finally reached the school, and he took a moment to catch said breath before he dared to approach Jack. A moment he also used to watch the other boy, try to see if there was a better way to tackle this situation, a word he should say, some he should keep to himself, anything along those lines.

But his mind was awfully blank, guilt-ridden at best, and so Lochan could only take his courage with him -that, and the coffee he had bought on his way there. Not that he had anything else to offer to Jack.

Walking towards him, stopping close enough to not be ignored, but too far to be all up in his personal space. Handing him the coffee,

Guew did answer her phone and was greeted with a frantic Lochan.

Now something about his tone made her suspicious, but she sighs and answers, “All right Lochan. Just this once will I let this slide…but I’m concerned dear…Jack didn’t even his breakfast and said he was headed to school already. The doors don’t open for another hour…” she tells him through the phone. “He didn’t even take his lunch. Come by and I’ll get you food. After that, mind taking Jack’s breakfast and lunch to him for me?”

Just this once was better than absolutely never, and he found himself nodding as if she could see him. Well, maybe she could hear his neck snapping by how furiously he was shaking his head up-down-up-down-up-down. Nervously looking at the end of the street, to the other end after, and he very quickly declined,

“ No, it’s fine, I’ll grab something. I’ll head right there. I’ll stop to buy some pastries or whatever, I have money. “

He always had money on himself, and that was one good thing about the gears. Forever erasing and bringing back the same old twenty bucks.

“ I have enough for two lunches at school too, no worries. Thanks. Give my regards to my mom if she calls or stops by this morning. ”

Jack pinched the bridge of his nose reading Lochan’s replies. Not only was he extremely furious with Lochan, but he was hurt and felt betrayed by him.

[Text: Reply] Fine…

That was all he sent before he suddenly blocks Lochan’s number and goes to take a hot shower.

He refused to think about Lochan at this point and refused to even want to see him.

Oh hell, he had messed that one up, didn’t he. At the moment, still, Lochan thought more about his mother’s rage and disappointment, than about Jack’s feelings -or his own, at that. Pushing the other boy off of him with enough get off get off get off get off to render him deaf, dialing Jack’s number without reaching anyone, he then fell back on the second option.

Directly calling Guew as he gathered his things -buttoning up his shirt as he nervously waited for her to just answer, dammit. Putting on his shoes and telling Joey to keep quiet, barely waving good-bye before leaving.

He could catch a bus, this early in the morning--- a voice. Lochan didn’t even take the time to care if it was Guew herself or a voicemail,

“ Hey Guew, it took longer than expected, this homework, so I slept there. I’ll be there for breakfast tho, I’m on my way. “

!! LOCHAN & THEO ARE GOING TO MOVE !!

I’m going to create a NEW BLOG for these muses, because this one is getting clustered! Also, make it so it’s supposed to be for dual OCs & not just one. A lot changed, about the gears & all, since I first started writing them. This blog was started as a side simply because I missed writing Lochan, & look where we are, now. I feel like it’s high time I do something new, that is more than changing the theme.

I’m not dropping any relationships (unless asked) & I am going to go around to discuss with all of you I currently have a thread going with, to see if we keep it, start something new, or drop it all together. Feel free to add me on discord too ( Ralph#0836 ) if it’s easier!

The first reply he sent back to Jack was rather simple:

[ TEXT: ] Calm down, it was just a question.

Really, he just wanted to know. His mind was still a little foggy from the few drinks he had last night, but it was a rather pleasant blur. A soft, cotton-like blur, that made things somewhat better. Until a thought crossed Lochan’s mind, sharp like a blade, much stronger than cotton or cheap beers,

[ TEXT: ] I’m at Joey’s place. Holy shit [ TEXT: ] Please don’t tell my mom, she’ll kill me [ TEXT: ] i’m supposed to be with you