♫ Nobody Knows The Trouble I've Seen ♪

[Aly Tail]

"I concur with your statement. I've seen Death in the worst way." It took a moment for the two sentences to sink in. The first thing that made her look up in shock was how logically he spoke. To look at him he was just an ordinary boy. But to hear his voice and the words he used to speak....Mmm, lovely.
He'd seen death in the worst way. What did this mean? Had he witnessed a brutal death?
Her eyes softened, watching him, as she thought about it. Should she ask about it? Was it an appropriate subject? Or would it be more of a subconscious pry? Eli had done this to her. She took no offense by it though, because he hadn't meant anything by it. He had simply not understood why she didn't wish to speak of scuba diving.

He smiled now, for whatever reason, "I'll be Romeo, so we don't have to switch genders to make things easy, I'm positive you will do perfect."

Aly beamed, he was way too kind, this boy. He was also exceptionally well at giving compliments. There was no hope for her to do well acting. With her luck there'd be a bottle of mayonnaise there and surprise surprise it would tip over and she would fall in it...being, yet again, a mucked up mess.



Aly looked up from her book to see that Tyr had stuck out his tongue and looked up at her,
"Is my tongue purple yet?"

Her jaw dropped in a wide smile as she saw the completely purple tongue, "Your entire tongue is purple! It's such a cool colour...it's like grape juice. Haha, grape juice purple....I love grape juice...." she said trailing off, into thoughts of perhaps... kissing somebody who had a flavoured tongue. The mere thought made her stomach flip over. She'd never kissed anybody before, let alone somebody with a grape flavoured tongue. She smiled softly to herself. This was something she had to try some time. Unfortunatly...there was nobody to try it with. She exhaled lightly, eyeing his hanging tongue once again, only to find another small grin plastering her face

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[Alex Hades]

Alex noticed Cuyler take his seat next to him and watched as he lowered his head- which made Alex pout a little. Taking his hand, he let it rest on his leg. Why was he so sad?

"Cheer up Mozzy! Scruffles loves you!"

He raised his bear to Cuylers face and pressed the bears nose against his cheek.

"Mwah!"

"I don't think she hates you Cam. Maybe she just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Or maybe those silly bees stung her.... or something," Cuyler stated, with a shrug, "Besides, detentions are fun! I'll bring my sharpies and we can draw on ourselves...although it takes forever to come out, and then my sister makes fun of me because I have polka-dots on my face. Maybe I'll just stick to colouring up my shoes...." he trailed off as he thought about these things.

Alex wanted to draw on his shoes too! He looked down at his own shoes, it read "Moo Cow" to the stranger and had black splotches spread around the words. But there was no other colour and he wanted some red! No! Blue!
His favourite colour was blue.

"I guess you have a point," Cam began and Alex looked up at him. He smiled to himself, oh Cam- how your words played with his heart. "And if you scrub hard enough they come out. Maybe the teacher will think we have a disease or something and let us out! And I'll draw on you! I can make you a tiger! Those are fun to make. I always used to help face painting at mi hermana's cumpleanos. Back when she liked birthday parties and liked having me around and didn't find me weird. But oh well. I can make butterflies too!" He said happily.

Alex frowned, he was jealous. Now perhaps a detantion wouldn't be so bad atleast, with your lovers//friends in the same room your heart wouldn't die in misery as your brain conjoured desperate thoughts of escape. Oh dearest Mozzy, how Alex wanted to desperatly draw hearts on your cute little nose! Oh Cam, how Alex wanted to touch your stomach, your body, your-

"No te preocupes bonito," Cam said waving it off and Alex's thoughts were interrupted by the sweet sound of spanish. "Esa mujor esta loca. She's old and probably going senile," he said glaring at the woman's back and making a face. "We could still get you a detention if you want," he said happily. Then we would be in there together! You Cuyler and me!" He said happily his hands clapping together. "Oh, and LaDon," he said, eyes trailing back to LaDon.
But- Alex hadn't even met her yet!

"Mozzy!" Cam exclaimed pointing a finger at him. "You have done well querido, in this race. But don't think that I have forgotten yet. I will defeat you,"

Alex jumped at the thought. Race? Oh! His cheeks grew warm at the thought and he placed his hand on his cheek. Mozzy had kissed him lightly and Alex had greatly enjoyed it.

Cam eased himself out of the desk, and walked the very short distance to where Alex still sat. Alex's breathing grew heavier and he reached for Scruffles. His hands grasped around the soft bear and he brought him in close to his chest. A small smile played on Cam's lips before he bent forwards, arms behind his began, and placed a kiss upon dear Alex's lips. Alex's heart fell deep within his ribs. The eyes closed lightly as he savoured the touch of lips upon his. How he missed such ecstasy in his life! It was nothing more than a chaste kiss, lingering only momentarily before he straightened and gave Alex an innocent look.
His eyes flashed open and he sat, starring up at him. He longed to hold him again. For their tongues to be in the next loving touch.
"You still haven't won querido," he called looking over his shoulder at Cuyler.

Alex smiled and swiped the back of his right hand across his lips. His eyes looked up at Cam and then over to Cuyler.

Mind blank.

[Cuyler Hudd Zeeby]

<sup>"Cheer up Mozzy! Scruffles loves you!" Alex raised his bear to Cuyler’s face and pressed the bear’s nose against his cheek.
"Mwah!"
Cuyler smiled, “Thanks Scruffles. That makes me feel much better.” he said with a half smile.

"I guess you have a point," Cam began and Mozzy looked up at him. Of course he had a point. Cuyler Hudd Zeeby ALWAYS had a point. ‘If there is no point, then there is no point in saying it.’ that’s what his mother always told him, for he usually rambled on about the most ridiculous sorts of things. Sometimes she would just laugh and say ‘Now what part of thin air did you pull that story from, Cuyler?’ Mozzy would just smile and say ‘Oh..you know...the clean air.’ He smiled to himself at the memories. "And if you scrub hard enough they come out. Maybe the teacher will think we have a disease or something and let us out! And I'll draw on you! I can make you a tiger! Those are fun to make. I always used to help face painting at mi hermana's cumpleanos. Back when she liked birthday parties and liked having me around and didn't find me weird. But oh well. I can make butterflies too!" Cam said happily. Cuyler frowned, puckering his lips and squinting an eye shut in confusion, “What’sa hermana compleeee-thinger?” he questioned.


"No te preocupes bonito," Cam said, "Esa mujor esta loca. She's old and probably going senile," he said glaring at the woman's back and making a face. "We could still get you a detention if you want," Cammy said happily. Then we would be in there together! You Cuyler and me!" He said happily his hands clapping together. "Oh, and LaDon," he said, eyes trailing back to LaDon. Cuyler frowned again, “I don’t understand what you’re saying?!” he whined, grasping his hair and slowly lowering his head to the desk.

"Mozzy!" Cam exclaimed. "You have done well querido, in this race. But don't think that I have forgotten yet. I will defeat you," Cuyler’s mouth opened slightly. What was Cammy going to do? This race was getting so intense. And why had Camillo called him queerdo? Mozzy looked to the ground. Did Cammy hate him that much. He looked back up to see Cam easing himself out of the desk, and walking the very short distance to where Alex sat. Alex’s hands reached for Scruffles and he held it closer to his chest. Cuyler smiled, this was something Alex did when he was nervous..sometimes. Cuyler’s eyes flicked back over to Cammy, who was now bent forwards, arms behind his back, and he placed a kiss upon Alex’s lips. It wasn’t much of anything, only a small peck on the lips, with..slight lingering. But...this meant. NO Camillo was not going to win this race. He would battle for first until he himself died.
"You still haven't won querido," Cam called looking over his shoulder at Cuyler. Mozzy frowned, “Why do insist on calling me queerdo? I don’t like being called that.” He said crossing his arms, “Besides...you haven’t won yet. ‘Cause...I know a song that you don’t know!” Mozzy grinned a mischievous grin. Standing from his chair he stood in front of Alex and Camillo..which just so happened to be at the front of the classroom.

Clearing his throat he began to sing, “I have a dragon and his name is Ed.
He sleeps in the space at the foot of my bed.
He follows along wherever I go,
But he keeps himself invisible so no one will know.
He's Ed the invisible dragon, he's Ed the invisible dragon,
He's Ed the invisible dragon, oh where did that dragon go?
When I'm home after school and I'm looking for a snack
It's all I can do to hold Ed back,
And when the kitchen's in a mess, and Mom has a fit,
I look at Ed and shrug and say, "I didn't do it!"
It was Ed the invisible dragon, it was Ed the invisible dragon,
It was Ed the invisible dragon, oh where did that dragon go?
Playing in the rec-room with a bat and a ball
A lamp gets smashed but it's not my fault at all
It was Ed who knocked it down with his pointy, pointy tail,
But no one seems to listen when I begin to wail:
It was Ed the invisible dragon, it was Ed the invisible dragon,
It was Ed the invisible dragon, oh where did that dragon go?
So if you notice in your house that things begin to break
And you've taken all the blame that you can take,
You might try looking at the foot of your bed
Don't be surprised if there you see invisible Ed!
He's Ed the invisible dragon, he's Ed the invisible dragon,
He's Ed the invisible dragon, oh where did that dragon go?” Cuyler smiled brightly, then pointed towards the door dramatically, “Hey Ed! Didn't you see him? He was here a minute ago. It was Ed!” He ran towards the door, grabbing hold of the wall he swung his head into the hall and stared down it. He looked back over his shoulder and shrugged, “You guys just missed him. He’s a pretty fast one that Ed!” Cuyler exclaimed, throwing a thumb towards the door.

Mozzy giggled, sitting back down in his chair, “I love those songs!”</sup>

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[Camillo DaVila]

Camillo stared in utter amazement at his friend, Mozzy. The song lasted for a good two minutes if not longer. And throughout the performance, Cam simply stared. It was just, just...amazing! Cuyler really was a God. A God of pure wonderfulness. The entire thing was beyond reasoning. And the words! How they made him laugh. Once he’d processed the whole thing of course. Right when Mozzy came back and sat down, slightly out of breath and hair out of place in some spots.

"I love those songs!"

And that was when the laugher began, Uncontrollable hysterical laughter. He just couldn’t help it. It was useless to fight against it. The whole song in itself was just so plain silly, yet in the perfectly logical sense of things was perfectly probable and was clearly rational in ever way.

Cam launched himself at the other boy, giving him a big hug and a light chuckle. "That was amazing!" He said still chuckling happily. "Where did you learn such an amazing song querido? I’ve never heard of it before! And do you mean to imply that there are more wondrous songs such as these?" He asked in bewilderment. If this was true then he must learn these songs. Or at least hear them each once. What he said brought his mind to another problem at hand. The fact that Mozzy really wasn’t grasping his Spanish wordings. Sighing inwardly, Cam got ready for a full out explanation. Though, it really wouldn’t be that big of one. More like just the definition of a few words, such as querido, or cumpleano, or even hermana. Maybe he would just go full out and explain a number of words. Though maybe throwing to many words at the boy would confuse him.

"Cuyler," he began sitting himself on the floor in front of the boy. "I am not calling you a queerdo. I don’t believe that is even a word. Though if it were I would assume it would be something to do with queers. Which I would never call you that since I don’t even know if you are a gay. Besides why would I make fun of you. And you’re getting my pronunciation wrong anyway. It’s not queerdo, but querido, spelled k-e-r-i-d-o phonet-pheno-phentoc- sounding wise," he said settling for that instead of the frustratingly hard to pronounce word.

"Anyway," he said waving his hand offhandedly, "Querido means my love, someone who’s important or very close. And cumpleano is birthday, hermana is sister. So, my sister’s birthday is what I said. But if you don’t like me calling you querido, then I guess I can stop. If it really bothers you. I know that, that sort of thing might mean something different to others and may not want to be referred to as that, but I like calling you and you," he said turning to Alex, "That. But I can just call you mi quesito too if you prefer. Or just Cuyler. Or Mozzy. But I will try to translate some things I say next time. I usually don’t realize I’m speaking Spanish though, and I’m sorry. Just a habit. Mi mami doesn’t like it when I talk in English at home."

That whole thing seemed a lot longer and drawn out than it had to be, Cam though to himself afterwards. Maybe he’d spoken too much, but he wanted to make sure that Cuyler and Alex were ok with his little nicknames. He was sure they would be, if they were ok with a little kiss on the cheek...and lips. But then again, maybe there really was something more than jut friendship between them...either way he didn’t want to make any assumptions and then have them blown up in his face.

“Aaaaaaanyway,” Camillo said dragging out the first a in the word, “You still haven’t won. Because I will defeat you, no matter what! No matter how ubertastic your song was! Jo voy a ser campion!” He said thrusting a fist in the air, “For I will make up a song! Right now!”

And so was the beginning of Camillo’s first and last song. Of course he needed a basis for his song. His eyes scanned the room, not finding anything really of interest. Until they fell on his backpack which was splayed across the floor by his desk. There his lovely packed lunch was half in the carrier and half out. In a plastic bag were four cookies. Chocolate chip cookies. Brilliant!

“Cookie, cookie
Made of stuff
Cookie, cookie
Sometimes you are colourful

Cookie, cookie
Crumbly and doughy and good
Cookie, cookie
Best treat in the,” he paused there, thinking for a few moments, looking slightly disheveled. Oh no! What if he couldn’t find a word to rhyme with good? There had to be something. Best treat in the, in the, in the, “In the neighbourhood!” He said triumphantly.

“Some may not be fond of you
But I remain entranced
By all your cookie goodness
and your dancing cookie pants!

Cookie, cookie
Chocolate chip is the best
Cookie, cookie
Let us have a cookie fest!

Cookie, cookie
Baked by the finest bakers
Cookie, cookie
And then sold by your makers

Oh cookie how I adore you
You're best when you are chewy,” And now his words were slowing down as he thought up his last few lines. Why was it so difficult to come up with a song on the spot?

“But you're good as well when you are soft
And awesome, as well, when crunchy!” So maybe crunchy didn’t really rhyme with anything, but oh well. Rhyming wasn’t that important in songs anyway. He was sure he’d won this round. He’d invented his own sound about a cookie after. Sure it wasn’t as amazing as a talking dragon, but it was cookie! Cookies were just about the most amazing food out there.

“I did it!” He said happily giving a bow to the class who at this point had chosen to ignore him and Mozzy’s performances.

[Cuyler Hudd Zeeby]

Mozzy had never really known Cammy to be such a great laugher. He seemed utterly out of control as the hysteria seemed to sink in. But what confused the boy the most was, what was so funny? He just couldn't put his finger on it. But did it really matter? As long as Cammy was happy he should be too, right? So, Cuyler began laughing uncontrollably as well, to the point where his stomach began to ache.

Cam launched himself at MOzzy, giving him a big hug and a light chuckle. "That was amazing!" He said still chuckling happily. "Where did you learn such an amazing song querido? I’ve never heard of it before! And do you mean to imply that there are more wondrous songs such as these?" He asked in bewilderment. Cuyler grinned sheepishly, "Why of course there's more songs! There's so many! I've even made up some of my own songs! Plenty of times. But I wanna learn guitar so I can play an instrument with my songs! Wouldn't that be just wicked awesome!?" he inquired, clapping his hands, before hugging his dear friend back.

"Cuyler," Cam began sitting himself on the floor in front of the boy and automatically Cuyler went down on the floor beside him, crossing his legs and faced him, ready for the big lecture he was about to get. It was always this way. It was as though they were siblings. Camillo was clearly the older sibling and Cuyler was the bratty youngster who needed to have everything explained simply to him, "I am not calling you a queerdo. I don’t believe that is even a word. Though if it were I would assume it would be something to do with queers. Which I would never call you that since I don’t even know if you are a gay. Besides why would I make fun of you. And you’re getting my pronunciation wrong anyway. It’s not queerdo, but querido, spelled k-e-r-i-d-o phonet-pheno-phentoc- sounding wise," he said. Cuyler nodded furiously. He understood now.
"Sorry about the misunderstanding Cammy. I have really bad hearing," he explained, cupping his ears, "Maybe if I walk around like this all the time I'll hear exactly what everybody says! You think that would work...?" he asked himself, "I don't think it would, "he said sadly, "Then I wouldn't be able to eat or colour. Wouldn't that be absolutely horrid?" he gasped, placing his hands over his open mouth.


"Anyway," he said waving his hand offhandedly, "Querido means my love, someone who’s important or very close. And cumpleano is birthday, hermana is sister. So, my sister’s birthday is what I said. But if you don’t like me calling you querido, then I guess I can stop. If it really bothers you. I know that, that sort of thing might mean something different to others and may not want to be referred to as that, but I like calling you and you," Cam said turning to Alex, "That. But I can just call you mi quesito too if you prefer. Or just Cuyler. Or Mozzy. But I will try to translate some things I say next time. I usually don’t realize I’m speaking Spanish though, and I’m sorry. Just a habit. Mi mami doesn’t like it when I talk in English at home."
Mozzy smiled leaning over to hug Cammy, "Awwwh, you're calling me you love? You're so cute Cammy." he told him, patting his soft hair, "Well, I'm okay with you calling me that." he than looked over at Alex, "But Alex is my querrrirdo before anybody." he said, hugging Aelx's leg, "We've been bestest friends forEVER!" he chuckled lightly, "We're tighter than an emo guys pants! Or BUM CHEEKS!" he giggled, slapping his knee, oh how he cracked himself up.

“Aaaaaaanyway,” Camillo said dragging out the first a in the word, “You still haven’t won. Because I will defeat you, no matter what! No matter how ubertastic your song was! Jo voy a ser campion!” He said thrusting a fist in the air, “For I will make up a song! Right now!”

“Cookie, cookie
Made of stuff
Cookie, cookie
Sometimes you are colourful

Cookie, cookie
Crumbly and doughy and good
Cookie, cookie
Best treat in the,” he paused there, maybe for added effect. It was definitely a greatly put in added effect. What was the best treat in? He had to know! This was so intense. He was going to burst if he didn't find out. He hugged Alex's leg tighter, "in the what?" he whispered, his body tense.
“In the neighbourhood!”

“Some may not be fond of you
But I remain entranced
By all your cookie goodness
and your dancing cookie pants!

Cookie, cookie
Chocolate chip is the best
Cookie, cookie
Let us have a cookie fest!

Cookie, cookie
Baked by the finest bakers
Cookie, cookie
And then sold by your makers

Oh cookie how I adore you
You're best when you are chewy,” he paused again, and this time Mozzy thought he was done, and was about to start clapping when he picked up singing again.

“But you're good as well when you are soft
And awesome, as well, when crunchy!”

“I did it!” He said happily giving a bow to the class.
"YAY!" Cuyler clapped his hands, smiling gleefully, "That was awesome Caammmy! You're the best singer EVER! I'm jealous!"

Is my tongue purple yet?

Cuyler stood up giving his friend a hug, "That'd be so cool to have dancing cookie pants. Man, I want dancing cookie pants and...-" his whole body froze. Only his ears listened, intently. Somebody had mentioned purple. PURPLE? That was his favourite colour! But not only his favourite colour, his favourite FLAVOUR TOOOO! His brown eyes scanned the class room and he saw it. Clear as ever a male, sitting off by the window with black hair and yes...a purple tongue. Cuyler began to wander over to their desk and he slowly slunk into the seat next to a girl with red hair.

"Your entire tongue is purple! It's such a cool colour...it's like grape juice. Haha, grape juice purple....I love grape juice...." The girl next to him was saying. Cuyler looked over at her a smiled, "You're cute." he said giving her a soft peck on the cheek. But right away he regretted doing it, and it was quite clear, for his eyes widened and his jaw dropped and he looked around frantically for...something.
"I...I...I didn't mean to do that!" he told her, "I...uhm...mmmm" his voice had gotten high pitched now as he tugged on his lower lip with his index finger and thumb- a habit he had had ever since he was young.

He wasn't even quite sure why he had done it. Normally girls scared him and he dared not go near them. He wiped his eyes with his free hand-they'd started to tear with confusion and frustration. "It's this aroma in the air. It makes my head go all wonky." he said, banging the top of it with a small giggle. Oh RIGHT! he thought, just remembering now what he had intended to come over here for in the first place. Maybe all he had needed was a good hit to the head to set him straight.

Cuyler smiled, "I love purple grapes. And grape juice. And grape flavoured suckers. And grape scented candles. And grape flavoured crayons and markers and pencil crayons. Purple is even my favourite colour." he said, his eyes wandering off into blissful dreams of all his memories with purple.

Of course he was definitely hinting towards the fact that he too wished for a grape flavoured sucker. For every time he mentioned the word grape his eyes would flicker over to the boys hidden eyes, with great longing. Oh, he could even smell it.

"That smells really good." he said, leaning in closer to the boy.

Cuyler grabbed a lollipop from the boys table and ran away happily.
"I got a sucker Cam and...guess what? You haven't won this battle yet because I can..I...I can." his eyes were wide as he stood in front of the classroom moving his legs around oddly and flapping his arms.
"I HAffta go PEEE! Miss Norbat! Can I go to the bathroom!?" he inquired of her. Of course she nodded and let him go.

Cuyler thankfully ran out of the classroom, only to come running back in seconds later. A look upon him like he'd just seen a ghost.
"Caaaam, Alex? Can you's come with. I don't like bathrooms. There's creepy people in there."
"No Cuyler, just go by yourself." the teacher ordered.
"But....but..okay." Cuyler muttered, running out.

[Tyr X]

<sub>Her eyes softened and he came to a sudden realization that she was watching him as he was watching her. Could this mean that the feelings he held dearly were mutual?
He turned his head to the side, ashamed of her sympathy.

Aly beamed, and his eyes flicked over to her beautiful face to watch her. He enjoyed her warmth and bathed heavily in it, enjoying every second to its full potential.

With his head rested on the desk before him, he watched Aly with great pleasure.

Her jaw dropped in a wide smile as she saw his tongue, "Your entire tongue is purple! It's such a cool colour...it's like grape juice. Haha, grape juice purple....I love grape juice...." she said trailing off, into her thoughts.

He laughed slightly, trying to not make a lot of noise. She was-
adorable!

A cheese head sat next to Aly. Tyr rose from his position and leaned back in his chair.
The stick of the sucker was held with his middle finger and thumb.
He watched him look at her.
"You're cute." he said giving her a soft peck on the cheek.

It was slow motion for him, his body leaning closer to Aly, those lips puckered and lingering slightly on her smooth skin.

Tyr bowed his head and watched him more closely, rage filled his emotional body.
Stupid boy

His eyes flashed over to Aly, did she enjoy it? Cheesy kissing her randomly? Perhaps they knew each other or were 'a thing'.
No!
His angel was his!
Tyr+ Aly!

"I...I...I didn't mean to do that!" Cheese told her, "I...uhm...mmmm"

His lip curled slightly and he sneered at him.
Grumbling, mostly to himself- he was thankful his eyes were hidden.

Cuyler smiled, "I love purple grapes. And grape juice. And grape flavoured suckers. And grape scented candles. And grape flavoured crayons and markers and pencil crayons. Purple is even my favourite colour." he said, his eyes wandering off and Tyr's brows furrowed (Though hidden).

Tyr knew what he was doing, to steal his delicious sweets! His treats from his 'Friend' Taro!

"That smells really good." he said, leaning in closer to the boy.

He felt his fingers curl and grip onto the steel below the desk. His knuckles shone a bright white from his pressure.

Mr.Cheese grabbed a lollipop from his table and ran away happily.
He cursed to himself.

But he couldn't say anything to- to the traitor!
His Aly had broken his heart-
And she didn't even know it.</sub>

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[Aly Tail]

Tyr laughed. He was actually....laughing. Tyr? She smiled as a warm feeling sunk to the bottom of her stomach then fluttered back up to her chest. But why was he laughing? She hadn't said anything humourous in the least.

"Tyr, you should smile more often. It makes my heart happy."

Wait.

Had she said that out loud? She could feel her face begin to burn, and her hand slowly slid up, covering her mouth as she looked down at her desk.

Luckily a distraction came as a guy with hair that was so bright it almost blinded her the first look she had at it. He slunk into the desk beside her.
"You're cute!" he said.
"Wot?" She managed to get out before he leaned in and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Her eyes shot open and she sat there frozen for a short moment. There went her face again, all red. She'd just managed to cool it down when another odd occurrence had to come up.

Her emerald eyes drifted over to Tyr and she saw that his head was lowered. Jumbled up thoughts swam through her head, knocking around and confusing her. She didn't know what to say. What kind of a person just walked up to somebody and kissed them? She didn't even know the guy. What was going on?
She looked back over at Mr. Lightbulb and frowned.

"I...I...I didn't mean to do that!" Mr. Lightbulb told her, "I...uhm...mmmm"

"You Bloody Blonde Bloke!" she blared, "Wot the 'ell is your problem?" But he wasn't listening. Of course he wasn't listening. Why would anyone want to listen to her. Not that she had asked him a question...Actually she'd just yelled at him. That's all. That's ALL? Aly Tail yelling at someone? This was new. Since when did she do that?

Cuyler smiled and it disgusted her to think that he thought everything was fine and dandy now, "I love purple grapes. And grape juice. And grape flavoured suckers. And grape scented candles. And grape flavoured crayons and markers and pencil crayons. Purple is even my favourite colour."

Aly looked over at Tyr. He looked peeved.

"That smells really good." Mr.Lightbulb said, leaning in closer to the Tyr. Aly frowned, what was this kid trying to do? Him and his friends were wrecking havoc with everyone.

oops.

She looked over towards Eli. She'd just gotten mad at him for yelling at the girl who'd annoyed him. But her she was yelling at somebody who had been a bother to her. She was definitely in the wrong there. Her eyes shifted to the ground, feeling ashamed of own doings.

She looked back up to see that the boy was running away from Tyr's table.
"I got a sucker Cam and...guess what? You haven't won this battle yet because I can..I...I can." his eyes were wide as he stood in front of the classroom moving his legs around oddly and flapping his arms. Aly looked away, scowling to herself at the boy and she sat back down, crossing her arms.

"Why'd you let him do that?" she insisted on knowing, staring him in the eye, "Those were your lollipops that somebody gave to you. Not him..." she let her eyes fall to the table where only a few candies remained, "Don't let people walk all over you like tha'." her voice was just barely audible for him to hear. She knew how much he liked sweets. He might have been being nice to the boy in letting him take one. But he hadn't even asked. He'd just taken and ran. No thought put into it at all. No care for the other persons feelings.

Aly folded her arms on her desk and rest her head inside them. Every day was filled with new experiences. But lately those experiences were a bit extreme. Compared to what she was used to, anyway.

"Though, ya got to admit that was a mighty fine alliteration I had there." she said with a small smirk, remembering what she had yelled at the boy, "I didn't plan that at all...it just came out like that and..." her voice faded as her thoughts continued on in her head. She'd been doing a lot of random thinking out loud. No doubt it would scare people. This didn't matter though. For she cared not what people thought of her. Well...not that much anyway.

[Tyr X]

<sub>"Why'd you let him do that?" Aly asked, watching Tyr closely, "Those were your lollipops that somebody gave to you. Not him... Don't let people walk all over you like tha'."

He watched her and felt a warm sensation envelope around his heart. Was this a sign of her caring for him?
Just as Mother had.

He smirked and bowed his head, looking at the sweets before him and glancing back up at Aly. His eyes hidden behind the mass of hair so it seemed he was still looking at the small pile.</sub>

"Sometimes, the smart thing to do is to let others do what they please."

He turned his face to match his eyes as now he looked longingly toward Aly.
His words were soft and a mere tone above a whisper,

"Everyday I have to remind myself not to follow my Brothers footsteps."

In saying these words, he meant that "Dearest" Jared would have wrung Mr. Cheese and worn his jugular as a stylish scarf to his next date.

Aly folded her arms on her desk and rest her head inside them.
Tyr watched her closely, his lips pressed lightly together as he felt his arms inch closer to her body.
A squawk from Krow had forced all mental images clear. He leaned back in his seat and frowned.

"Though, ya got to admit that was a mighty fine alliteration I had there. I didn't plan that at all...it just came out like that and..." her voice faded and Tyr smirked.

"You Bloody Blonde Bloke!"

He felt his heart leap at that moment. She hadn't liked the kiss from Mr. Feta.
Tyr now watched her closely, her mind consumed by terrorizing thoughts. He had watched her glance at Eli before.
Smiling, he lightly brushed his hand over hers.

The slightest touch sent his heart racing while his face had whitened to a ghostly shade.
He forced himself to swallow the lump in his throat before he spoke.
-His body weakened.
"Tyr, you should smile more often. It makes my heart happy."

"Don't compare yourself to him. The difference is the invasion of personal space."

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[Elijah Burnham]

What the hell is going on? Seriously. It was a mad house in the classroom. Voices everywhere, conversations here and there, everyone seemed to be yelling. It was complete and utter chaos. Words coming from someone next to you could barely be heard. Never had Eli thought himself as ever being lost or confused. He always managed to hop right into things, but at that moment, what with his boiling anger and frustration wasn’t helping to judge his mind. He completely ignored the blonde girl, really, he had no reason to answer her and besides, she had already moved on to whatever it was that interested her. May it be an invisible speck or that chalk brush on the floor nearby.

"In what logic did you think that in telling everybody to be quiet you could keep talking? Mr. Special has a head ache then do something about it. Screaming at everybody else when it's not their fault. It's your own tolerance that needs to be fixed."

And that’s where the world just seemed to disintegrate before him. He was taken aback, that much was true. Really he hadn’t been expecting an answer from anybody, expecting to just be ignored or possibly further annoyed. But this, this went beyond annoyance. It fit full out rage. Had he been a cartoon character he was sure there would be a nice vein shooting out of hi forehead and steam coming nicely from his ears. His glare had intensified tenfold. Who the hell was this kid anyway? He hadn’t seen him before until now. But he was sure that he hated him. And he knew that he would hate him forever after. It was like it was meant to be. Like love at first-except in this case, hatred at first sight. There was no way to wade around it, fate had spoken. A little like this damned play. That simply brought back another bit of annoyance to his forethoughts. He’d read the play before, back in England, he knew what was to be expected. It was a wonderful play, but he’d been hoping to learn a new one. Perhaps, Macbeth. Or Hamlet. Yet here he was having to repeat the play. His anger was just about ready to explode, just as he’d finally snapped out of his bemused state. So in preparations for giving the boy all he had, he turned, but was interrupted quite soon.

“YOU,” his head snapped to the voice belonging to some guy who was in his group. Mitsu, or Taro, on or the other. The boy was pointing at him. With a sucker. When had he gotten that sucker? Had he always had it? “And SHE,” Now the guy was pointing at the blonde one, “Would make an amazing couple! You two are perfect for each other.”

Eli could almost feel his eye twitch. The world hated him. Everyone on this planet hated him. It was like watching him getting his underpants in a bundle was amusing. Clearly, this guy, whatever his name was, knew that this would push Eli. Eli knew this. He knew he should just stay quiet. Maybe laugh along. Go with the flow. Keep calm. However, this rational part of him was weak. It was always being horribly bullied, tied up in a corner and whatnot. Which left the irrational, angry do as you want voice which at the moment was to put it simple, pissed. And mightily at that.

He turned to his group member and gave him an icy stare. Clearly, this guy was not going to be among his ‘friends’ list. Somehow the English boy managed to suppress the urge to punch the guy square in the face.

“Ah don’ recall asking for yer opinion on th’matter,” he said icily. “And ah don’ see how ye could ever ‘ave imagined that ah would want input from ye like ye bloody know me!” he said noticing his voice rising in volume. It was unintentional, but it happened anyway. He could feel that bubbling feeling in the pit of his stomach, swirling. Eli did the only thing he knew on how to release anger, get rid of the raging emotion. He dealt with these sorts of things physically. So, he slammed his fist down, once again, with a “Damn it!” Quite loudly, though not enough to circulate around the room. He needed to get out of the class, clear his mind. He needed air. He said back down, his breathing coming short and ragged. Head forward, resting in his palms, eyes closed, burning with a painful sensation.

Not far off, he could see through the crack of his eye, Aly and the boy who had first decided to be coy. He’d almost forgotten about him. And now…watching the two….he felt a pang of jealousy. How they looked at each other, laughing, smiling shyly. He could never have that, would never have that, because his foot would always be in his mouth. He hated the other boy, for being able to be so…easygoing. He seemed intelligent too. Heh, Aly was falling easily for him. Whatever chances he’d ever thought of having with her were clearly gone. Maybe he should just not show up for surfing. What would be the point? He would probably end up blowing up again for one reason or another, and she’d end up getting upset. But…then again, he always found himself so much more calm when around her.

Eli felt like he hadn’t slept in days at the moment, all his energy seemed to have just evaporated. Looking up at his group members he sighed. “A’ight, which of yous is Mitsu and what one is Taro?” He asked in defeat. Though, what exactly was he up against? Nothing.

[Mitsu Haruku]

<sup>The boys eye seemed to twitch at what Mitsu had said. Oh it was good. He loved messing with peoples heads. Especially people who gave off incredible reactions. Of course, he knew when to call it quits. He had no intentions of getting himself hurt and boy did this guy seem like the type that would enjoy punching the small boy in the face a few times.

“Ah don’ recall asking for yer opinion on th’matter,” he said icily. “And ah don’ see how ye could ever ‘ave imagined that ah would want input from ye like ye bloody know me!” he said his voice rising in volume.

"I don't recall asking you to listen either," Mitsu muttered, "I was merely thinking out loud. My opinion matters not and it should certainly not matter to you. You should learn to ignore the things that you don't agree with. Don't be so angry." His voice slowly faded as he spoke for the anger in Eli just seemed to be boiling up more and more.

Eli slammed his fist down, once again, with a “Damn it!” He sat back down, his breathing short and ragged.
Mitsu sighed, some people just didn't know how to have fun. Did the British not understand good humour. Or was his humour perhaps bad? That wouldn't be good. Maybe he should just stop talking.

But now Eli seemed distracted. His eyes were focused on something further away. Slowly Mitsu let his eyes follow the line that the Englishman's eyes made.
Tyr and Aly. That was odd. The look in Eli's eyes seemed somewhat hurt, or perhaps jealous.

"Ah, I see." he said, barely loud enough to make it past his group members, "Jealousy is a horrible thing. Don't allow it to take you over. It ruins some people." His voice was still low, and he felt somewhat bad for the guy. If what he saw in his eyes was true, however.


“A’ight, which of yous is Mitsu and what one is Taro?” Eli asked, the hurt look in his eyes disappearing.

Mitsu smiled, "This here would be Taro, and I'm Mitsu! Pleasure to meet you Eli! How was your summer, no doubt it was terribly fun. Mine wasn't so great, but what do you expect it to be with family gatherings all summer. You never get any rest! Gah! So many people, I could hardly take it. Do you have any siblings? I happen to have four older brothers and two older sisters." He looked up at the clock, "Well, this class was definitely a waste. We've got about ten minutes left. Hopefully it will be better tomorrow. We could actually practice our little skit." he set the book down on the table, "It's a very short scene. Nearly two pages. However there are five characters to begin with, then two leave and one enters. There are two girls, so the unfortunate side is that one of us must be a girl, as well as LaDon."

He let out a small sigh before plopping the sucker back in his mouth. How frustrating. He really wanted something to eat, but he had another class yet before lunch. Oh how the days slowly dirfted by.</sup>

[Aly Tail]

"Sometimes, the smart thing to do is to let others do what they please."

Aly looked up at him a blank expression on her face. She stared at him with that blank expression for a long time. Well it felt like a long time... though it was probably only a minute.
"But letting people walk on top of you is not smart. It doesn't mean you need to kill them, but you could just let them know that they aren't allowed."

A grin tugged at her lips as she held both of his hands in hers. She looked him in the eye and said, as seriously as she could, with a smile, "Tyr, it's alrigh' to say no." She let go of his hands and sat back in her chair.

"Everyday I have to remind myself not to follow my Brothers footsteps." He spoke, his voice practically a whisper.
Aly frowned. What did he mean by that?
"Why, has your brother done something terribly awful?" she inquired, though regretted asking, for it was most likely not her place to be asking.

Smiling, Tyr lightly brushed his hand over hers. Her eyes slowly drifted towards her hands. Her hands being soothed by her saviour's hands. If it were any other person doing that she probably would've moved her hands away quickly, embarrassed. But they remained there. Comforted. She was almost used to the touch of his hands by now. Even though they had met only a day or so ago. Was it odd for people to act so close within days of meeting each other?

Her eyes looked into the boys hidden eyes and she wondered what colour they truly were. Surely they weren't actually red. That was just abnormal, but really cool. She wished to know what colour they were today. Were they red again? She wished to reach out and brush away his hair again. But she dare not do it here. Not now. Not with so many people around. She would spare herself the embarrassment.

But...why did she need to know? It was just an eye colour after all. Or was it something more. Simply knowing the smallest fact about him seemed to uplift her.

This was nonsense, thinking all of this.


"Don't compare yourself to him. The difference is the invasion of personal space."

Her mind twitched with confusion. How did he know her thoughts of this. Was her face really that readable? Or had she spoken her thoughts out loud again. She seemed to have a bad habit of doing that. No matter. What had been shown was shown and what had been said was said.

Her head gave one slow nod, "You're right." she barely whispered.
She looked at his innocent face. He had such pale skin, yet it was so soft.

He looked so lonely sitting across the table from her. She just wanted to embrace him in a warm, everlasting hug.

[Camillo DaVila]

It really did seem like Cuyler lived in his own world. It was a completely different universe for him. Camillo watched as the boy made his way from one end of the classroom to the other. It really was an amazing sight. And to think they had finally been having a normal conversation type thing. Sort of. Apart from the little war they were having. Then again, how normal could you get with the three boys? Especially when they were together? However, it surely was Cuyler Zeeby who outshone both Camillo and Alex put together when it came to being odd and having a wandering mind. Next him they seemed tamed and perhaps even relatively ordinary.

"That'd be so cool to have dancing cookie pants. Man, I want dancing cookie pants and...-"

Yes, this was quit a normal statement, after Cam’s song anyway, at first things seemed quite peaceful. Cuyler was merely reflecting on the song and seemed to have trailed off. Yes quite normal.

“Yeah it would be,” Cam answered nodding his head, “You’d never be hungry either. Chocolate chip cookie goodness around your legs that you could munch on whenever you liked! And then it would be dancing all the way down to your stomach. Me encantan galletas,” he said imaging a world filled with cookie pants. “And then no one would ever be grumpy because who would be grumpy wearing dancing cookie pants? They would have to give in to the cookie goodness and-and—Cuyler?” Camillo asked tilting his head to the side as Mozzy rose from his seat and began to wander away.

“Quesito?” Where on earth was he going? Cam turned his head to Alex to look at him questioningly. “He left. And I wasn’t done talking yet. Am I that boring? I didn’t think I was. Alex, did I say something wrong?” Oh dear. This was where things began to not go as it should have. First with Cuyler simply wandering off to another group. Did he not like them? Or perhaps he was simply bored of Camillo. Dread began to fill the boy’s mind as he worried over his friend and his motives. Looking at where his blonde friend was Camillo watched entranced as he spoke to a girl and then-then-kissed her! He kissed her! Things really weren’t of the norm now. Something was wrong. Camillo glanced up at the lights then outside of the window. There didn’t seem to be any cows in flippers or scuba gear, so they weren’t being brainwashed by alien cows. The lights weren’t talking either or making horrid faces at him, so that mean they were still in the human realm and not in some unknown one.

What could be-oh wait. There was the reaction he needed. Cuyler looked appalled and disgusted by his own actions. Thank goodness. Camillo said a silent prayer in his head to God, glad that Cuyler had not been taken to the dark side. After all, what would he do if Mozzy went off with a-with a-a-girl? All hope would be lost then.

And then Cuyler was the best of friends with those people once again. At this point Camillo was thoroughly confused. Perhaps it would be best if he stopped attempting to figure out what went through the blonde’s mind. It just took much too much effort to understand him.

Like nothing had happened out of the ordinary whatsoever, Mozzy returned, continued with their battle….and then rushed out of the classroom declaring that his bladder was full and needed relieving.

"Caaaam, Alex? Can you's come with. I don't like bathrooms. There's creepy people in there."
"No Cuyler, just go by yourself." the teacher ordered.
"But....but..okay." Cuyler muttered, running out.

Camillo jumped up from his position looking defiantly at the teacher. “How can you say such a thing! Don’t you know what horrors there are in bathrooms? Evil tentacle monsters waiting to rip your head apart! And those little people that live in the vents, peering down at you while you pee. It’s horrible! Eres una mujer cruel!” He said pointing an accusing finger at her.

“And I need to go pee right now! So does Alex. If you don’t let us go, you’ll have pee all over your floor,” He said already motioning for Alex to follow.

“So, um, goodbye,” and with that he shot Alex a look to hurry and headed out the door.

[Tyr X]

<sub>He felt eyes on his head, his eyes flicked up at her from the play.
Aly gave him a blank expression on her face. It made his mind smile, his thoughts drowning his course of action.
He rose his brows and felt his lips have a petite pout.

"But letting people walk on top of you is not smart. It doesn't mean you need to kill them, but you could just let them know that they aren't allowed. Tyr, it's alrigh' to say no." A smile snaked across her jaw and sat back in her chair.

He laughed at her opinion, perhaps it would be taken into the wrong prospect. He liked the way she thought, even though it was foolish.

"Aly," he started with a serious tone, a smirk inched across his face.
"Sometimes it's best to stay neutral. I never said, 'Yes! Steal my wonderful friendship token!' and I never said, 'No! Those are mine!'"
He frowned, did this all make sense? Did she understand that he-
"I'm neutral on the matter."

"Why, has your brother done something terribly awful?" she replied to what he had said about Jareth.

He sat forward in his desk and inched closer to her face.
"Now's not the time for confessions."

He looked down to their intricate web of kindergarten love. His eyes glanced at hers and once they had locked, he gave her hands a gentle squeeze.
His hormones were screaming, and his mind thought of nothing but them-
-And their school project.

"You're right." Aly managed to say.

He looked at her with a lost longing, his heart told him to kiss her hand, to travel up her arm to her neck and drown her in ecstasy.</sub>

"Have your lines ready in Three days."
He was serious now.
"We'll plan a get together to rehearse and then organize and refurnish the details."

His eyes glanced up at the clock, there wasn't much time.

-And he so dearly wanted to make a move.

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[Aly Tail]

He laughed at her opinion, which was no surprise. She was horrible at talking, let alone explaining her innermost thoughts. Why was it so difficult to get across what she was trying to say? Wait...what was she trying to say? What were they even talking about now.?

...

Oh right, the candy!


Though it was too late for her to put in her input for he was speaking, "Aly," Tyr started with a serious tone, a smirk inched across his face.
"Sometimes it's best to stay neutral. I never said, 'Yes! Steal my wonderful friendship token!' and I never said, 'No! Those are mine!'"
She nodded her head, it all made sense now. Of course it did. She wasn't thinking logically. Nobody would scream at someone for randomly taking their candies.
She laughed mentally, Eli would, no doubt.

"I'm neutral on the matter."
"You're so smaut!" she said with a small smile, though rather jealous of his brains. He had good looks and smarts. Amazing.


Tyr sat forward in his desk and inched closer to her face.
"Now's not the time for confessions." She lowered her eyes and her face reddened. She'd known it wasn't. But her brain hadn't let her know until after she'd already spoken.
"Sorreh." she muttered.

She looked back up at him briefly. When she did this their eyes locked for a moment and she felt her hands being gently squeezed. She let her hand loosen and as soon as she could, she let them slip out of his hands and into her lap. She felt awkward, holding his hands infront of a class. Not that they were all staring at them, but even just the thought of public affections of any kind made her shiver. But wait...hadn't she grabbed his hands earlier on? What was going on?

She slid the elastic from her rist off into her hand and put a low pony tail in her hair.

"Have your lines ready in Three days."
Tyr said jus then, seeming quite serious now.
"We'll plan a get together to rehearse and then organize and refurnish the details."

She nodded, her eyes caught in another world, dazed. Was she tired today maybe? She hadn't gone to bed too early the other night. It was the first day of school though, one can't expect much from a student on this day.

"Sounds good!" she said, looking him in the eye, finally getting out of her daze, "How's friday then? My place or yours, doesn't matter to me. But my aunt is holding a tupperware party." she said this last bit, rolling her eyes, "I didn't think people even went to those potties any more. There was once some big trend ten years ago where everybody had the parties. Then it got to the point where nobody could av 'em because everyone had all the items, or had aweady had a potty 'emself. Anyways. I'm going surfing friday too, but after that would be nice. If it's okay with you. If you're not busy or anything..." her voice trailed off as the bell rang. She began loading her stuff into her backpack, "I guess we can talk about it later 'en. What class do ya av next?" she inquired, throwing her notebook into the bag, dropping her pen on the ground, though the class was so noisy with everyone trying to leave that she didn't even notice it fall.

Aly zipped up her backpack and threw it on her shoulders. She stood there and waited for Tyr to be ready.

[Tyr X]

<sub>"You're so smart!" she said with a small smile, replying to what he had spoken about his Neutral state.
She had also apologized from his statement of "Confession" time.

He felt his heart drop at her voice. The hushed bare whisper of an embarrassed soul. The sweet whisper of a broken heart.
He grew ashamed of what he said and suddenly longed to reverse time and avoid the subject. Was he being mean? Were his actions rude to her?

He felt an awkward pause in their fluent conversation. She took her hand away from his and again, he felt abashed. His eyes scanned the room lightly- to see if anymore had noticed their small Public Affair but everybody appeared to be fixed on their work.

Movement from their desk had attracted his eyes and he watched Aly put her hair into a loose Pony-tail.

Oh how he longed to reach forth and slide the backside of his fingers down her hair. Or perhaps place them into beautiful braids. To kiss her forehead gently before each class!

But he knew he had to be serious about the matter, so he ignored the lustful feelings.

And after informing her of his plan, she replied with a stunned matter which surprised him. She wouldn't be a lazy partner, would she?
Nothing he hated more than a person who didn't do their half.
A person like Jareth.

"Sounds good! How's Friday then? My place or yours, doesn't matter to me. But my aunt is holding a Tupperware party."
Her voice held a tone of annoyance to her last statement which made him laugh.
"I didn't think people even went to those potties any more. There was once some big trend ten years ago where everybody had the parties. Then it got to the point where nobody could av 'em because everyone had all the items, or had aweady had a potty 'emself. Anyways. I'm going surfing friday too, but after that would be nice. If it's okay with you. If you're not busy or anything-"
The bell interrupted her voice.
He looked to the teacher for slight direction and her last orders. Luckily, she didn't have any, he opened his mouth to speak but she continued without him.
"I guess we can talk about it later 'en. What class do ya av next?" she inquired, Tyr returned his gave again to her.
He watched her throw her notebook into the bag.
A light faded crash of plastic against the ground caught his attention. He looked at it with slight confusion. Why was Aly's pen on the floor? And why hadn't she picked it up?

Aly was ready and waiting for him, Tyr turn to face her and began to speak as he bent down to pick up her pen.
He grasped the cold surface lightly and stood as he cleared his throat. Reaching his hand out, he showed her the object she had misplaced by holding it out to her.</sub>

"Mathematics, Functions and such. What is your following subject? Is it the same way?"

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