But that's enough thinking about serious things! It's the most important time of school (besides swimming practice), which is lunch.
Arthur, you have a homemade lunch from your parents, who make sure to pack you one everyday. Gregor, you understand that as a single, working parent, your mother doesn't always have time to prepare you a lunch, so you often buy one from the cafeteria. With that said, as an extra snack, you do have misshapen cookies from your sister, who's recently picked up baking as a hobby.
The two of them head to their lockers with their lunch buddies, aka their classmates Anise and Charles. Upon opening them, though, Arthur will notice something in his. It's an... envelope? With a heart sticker sealing it shut? Peering over his shoulder like a shameless busybody, Charles speaks.]
[I'm just here to say that Charles is letting Gregor lean on him and he and Anise are being very unhelpful in this situation. Well, unhelpful from Arthur's perspective, probably.]
What? But I wanted to see the juicy go—I mean, be there as moral support for Arthur!
[Charles nudges her as well.]
C'mon, little miss. You know he'll get stage fright if he knows you're there.
[He and Anise (one of them more reluctantly than the other) will follow Gregor to the cafeteria. Anise has a homemade lunch from her parents, but Charles will join Gregor in line to buy something from the menu.
Meanwhile, Arthur scandalously meets the sender of this letter... A girl is waiting there, whom he'll recognize as someone in his grade. They haven't spoken much.
When she sees Arthur, she smiles.]
Hey, Arthur, you came! Sooo... I like you. Wanna go out?
[hell yeah let's go get lunch while arthur deals with this and we wait for `gossip`. the immersion... a whole menu... it's a soup kind of day, he thinks. definitely soup.
he's probably just listening to charles and anise talk more than anything for now, though, staying mostly quiet himself.]
[pausing as he walks and sees this definitely high school aged girl, blushing a little bit (i hate it here)]
You do? [!!] Wow. Thanks. I'm - kind of surprised, honestly. I mean, not that it's a bad thing! What do you, um... I mean, I guess I didn't realize we knew each other that well.
We don't, but I've been watching you. In, like, a non-stalkery way. But I've seen you around, and well, I think you're hot—but also, you seem like a fun guy to be with?
Harley does not think that. She just seems delighted at his answer.]
Yeah, sounds great! I'll come meet you at your classroom if I wanna grab you—or you can come to mine. I won't keep you from your friends today, though.
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LUNCHTIME
They both really didn't aim high here with aspirations, but working with what they put down for skills:
Arthur's recommended careers: Environmental scientist, florist, farmer.
But that's enough thinking about serious things! It's the most important time of school (besides swimming practice), which is lunch.
Arthur, you have a homemade lunch from your parents, who make sure to pack you one everyday. Gregor, you understand that as a single, working parent, your mother doesn't always have time to prepare you a lunch, so you often buy one from the cafeteria. With that said, as an extra snack, you do have misshapen cookies from your sister, who's recently picked up baking as a hobby.
The two of them head to their lockers with their lunch buddies, aka their classmates Anise and Charles. Upon opening them, though, Arthur will notice something in his. It's an... envelope? With a heart sticker sealing it shut? Peering over his shoulder like a shameless busybody, Charles speaks.]
[He looks to Gregor like ???? he's right, right?]
I really want to see how this plays out...
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C'mon, open it-
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I - no way. I mean, it can't be, right?
[looking at this letter like the very embarrassed high school student he most definitely is]
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Open it, open it...
[Will Arthur open it? Other students are starting to glance their way because what are you all doing.]
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[trying to duck around a corner or something away from the other students who are starting to look their way before he opens it.]
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Yeah, it's a love letter. The letter says, I have something I want to tell you. Can you meet in the school courtyard during lunchtime?
Charles, unhelpfully, lets out a low whistle.]
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[he's short he's probably leaning on charles rn]
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[that was to charles, but he's also kind of flipping the letter around to make sure that it's unsigned before responding to gregor]
I, I mean - maybe? Maybe they want to talk to me about something completely different.
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[come on, man.]
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[but yes okay he will plan on meeting this mystery person... scandalous...]
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[nudging charles and anise-]
We'll, uh... we'll give you a little privacy, so. You just go right ahead.
[yeah.]
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C'mon, little miss. You know he'll get stage fright if he knows you're there.
[He and Anise (one of them more reluctantly than the other) will follow Gregor to the cafeteria. Anise has a homemade lunch from her parents, but Charles will join Gregor in line to buy something from the menu.
Meanwhile, Arthur scandalously meets the sender of this letter... A girl is waiting there, whom he'll recognize as someone in his grade. They haven't spoken much.
When she sees Arthur, she smiles.]
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he's probably just listening to charles and anise talk more than anything for now, though, staying mostly quiet himself.]
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Anyway, he and Anise do talk for a bit, chatterboxes as they are, but after a while, Charles looks at Gregor.]
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[definitely just lost in thought about. university applications. a thing gregor famously cares about here.]
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[come on. he's doing so good at this right now. (he's not.)]
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[Arthur, conveniently or inconveniently, joins them at this moment.]
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You do? [!!] Wow. Thanks. I'm - kind of surprised, honestly. I mean, not that it's a bad thing! What do you, um... I mean, I guess I didn't realize we knew each other that well.
[even in this au he sucks]
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Whoa. Um - thanks! Yeah, um... Maybe we can get lunch sometime or something?
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Harley does not think that. She just seems delighted at his answer.]
[Wow... Arthur got a date.]
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Okay. Cool. I mean, great! Um, see you then.
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