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Post by Tommy Collins on Mar 19, 2007 21:02:52 GMT -5
Tommy slowly made his way to his locker after lunch. He'd always enjoyed the period. The lack of all educational experiences with the added bonus of food. Now Angel was another bonus. The ultimate bonus it seemed. He smiled to himself. Now he understood the saying "in love like a school boy." He figured that's what he was. But he was also pretty sure that the love he found wasn't so fleeting as the phrase usually indicated.
He looked up to recognize his locker. "Holy..." Tommy stopped in front of his locker which was now covered in spray paint. "KING QUEEN" it said in red letters. "I guess people didn't like me wining that crown..." Tommy tried not to let it bother him. He'd just let the office know and make some poor custodian miserable.
With a sigh, he opened his locker to release a gallon or mroe of water. "Fuck!" He screamed out not caring who heard him. Tommy pulled out all of his things and bit back anoy more verbal outbursts. His books were soaked already starting to curve from the water. "No..." Tommy dropped all of his books and reached in for his favorite. A first edition Catcher in the Rye. It was ruined.
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Post by tmac on Mar 21, 2007 10:53:44 GMT -5
Benny walked down the hall toward his locker. He'd had practice all lunch and barely had the time to eat. Now he was rushing to get to his last class on time, looking forward to seeing Mimi there, even if he did have to paint.
Rounding a corner, Benny's head snapped up as he heard someone curse. Looking around, he caught sight of Tommy. Tommy standing in a puddle of water in front of his open locker, staring at a soggy book. Benny frowned, breaking into a jog as he headed toward Tommy. "What the hell happened, Tommy?" he asked, surveying the damage the water had done.
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Post by Tommy Collins on Mar 21, 2007 11:00:53 GMT -5
Tommy carefully tried to page through the book, praying that he wouldn't rip the delicate pieces of paper. But all of the ink was running...there was no way he could ever read it again. He rubbed the back of his neck having no clue what to do. How to react...anything. So he just stared at what was left over of his belongings.
Hearing Benny's voice he raised his head to look at him. "Hey...apparnetly there was a flood in my locker," He said solemly. Then he took the locker door and showed his friend what was on it. "Yep...someone was unhappy." He looked down at the book again and mumbled, "I knew I should have carried this around with me."
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Post by tmac on Mar 21, 2007 11:07:48 GMT -5
Benny smirked a little as Tommy mentioned a flood in his locker, the grin turning immediately into a scowl when he was shown the door of his friend's locker. Anger quickly turned into rage when he saw Tommy's book. He knew how important that particular book was to his friend, and couldn't believe anyone would destroy it. Benny looked around the hall, as though he'd be able to see the person who had done this. He didn't know who it was, but he had his ideas, most of them being teammates of his.
"Do you know who did it?" he asked, trying to keep his tone light as he spoke to Tommy. He reached into the locker to pull some of the remaining items out, shaking of some of the excess water and frowning. There wasn't much that was salvageable. "Why don't you put your stuff in my locker for now?" he asked.
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Post by Tommy Collins on Mar 21, 2007 11:20:19 GMT -5
Tommy smiled slightly and let it fade. "No, I don't know Benny. They didn't exactly leave a calling card," He looked at the spray paint for a moment. "They could have least left a signature for their work." Although he was joking around, his voice was quiet and low.
"Yeah...maybe. I don't know if it's worth it, Benny." Tommy pulled out his notebook for Computer Tech class. It was now just a soggy mess. "I think the only place this stuff is going is the trash. Hopefully, my teachers will understand." Then he glanced down at Catcher in the Rye even though it was ruined, he didn't think he would have the heart to throw it away.
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Post by tmac on Mar 21, 2007 14:11:29 GMT -5
Benny examined the spray paint, wishing there was some way he could determine which idiot had done this. He roughly opened his locker, next to Tommy's, and pulled out a clean - well, clean-ish - gym towel. "Here," he held it out to Tommy, "Try putting your book in this. Might help." He knew the book was probably beyond hope, but they could at least try.
Benny sighed angrily, running a hand through his hair. "Listen, Tommy," he said, "When I find out who did this, I'm gonna kick their asses. There's no way they're getting away with this." In his mind, he'd narrowed it down to a few guys, and he'd make it his mission to find out which one it was. They'd regret ever messing with Tommy.
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Post by Tommy Collins on Mar 21, 2007 14:20:40 GMT -5
"Thanks man," Tommy said taking the towel. He carefully rubbed the front and back of the book with the towel. Although he knew that the book was as good as dead, he was going to pretend that perhaps it would magically become dry because...well....Benny's towel was magical. He knew he was being dilusional, but it was all he could manage to be.
Tommy raised his brows to look at his friend. "I appreciate you watching my back and all Benny, but I don't know how worth it it would be for you to go on a witch hunt. It's not like we can dust for fingerprints...but if you wanna go do that be my guest. Just don't get yourself hurt over it," He replied pushing the door of his locker closed solemly.
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Post by tmac on Mar 21, 2007 14:30:24 GMT -5
Benny watched as Tommy tried to dry his book. He reached over and gently took it from him, wrapping it in the towel and placing it on the top shelf of his locker. Grabbing a few text books, he placed them on top of Tommy's book. "The weight'll help keep the pages from wrinkling when they dry," he told him.
Benny was about to protest that those guys needed an ass-kicking, when Tommy more or less gave him his blessing. He nodded grimly, "I won't man, don't worry. But it shouldn't be too hard to figure out who it was. Assholes like this won't be able to keep their mouths shut for too long." Benny was no more violent than Tommy, but there were times when he felt like he needed to be. Now was one of those times.
Suddenly coming out of his anger long enough to register how unhappy Tommy seemed, he placed a hand on his shoulder and asked, "You okay?"
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Post by Tommy Collins on Mar 21, 2007 14:40:34 GMT -5
Tommy nodded watching what Benny was doing. It was nice of him...really nice. And to think that a week ago he was ready to server ties with Benny. Sure, he made a mistake. He was allowed to. Now he was more than making up for it. "Yeah, that would be good." He put his hands in his pockets.
Tommy snorted, "That's true. They'll probably go around and brag about it..." Then he wondered if it was worth it for him to join in on the fight. He didn't want Benny to be fighting his battles for him. At the same time, he didn't want to do with anything that might involve a real fight. Benny might be able to tell them off without the exchanging of fists. But with Tommy there, it might make it worse. "Let...let me know if I can do something ok?" There he left it in Benny's hands.
With Benny's question, Tommy smiled weakly. "Yeah. Just things right? Just...I was having a pretty awesome day. So much for that. Ah well...all days can't be...awesome I guess can they?"
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Post by tmac on Mar 21, 2007 14:56:09 GMT -5
Benny regarded Tommy for a moment, as he made a semi-offer to join the fight. He didn't want Tommy getting into it at all, but if he wanted to... Benny shook his head, "Nah, man. It'll be fine. I'll catch them after practice one day," he paused, "Well, don't really know if it's one of them, but I figure it must be. Can't think of anyone else." He shook his head again, "I'll deal with it, Tommy. You don't have to worry about it."
Benny bent down and picked up the rest of Tommy's ruined books and papers, tossing them into a nearby garbage can. Looking down at the mess, he spotted something shiny and reached in to grab it. Grinning, he turned back to Tommy. "All is not lost!" he exclaimed triumphantly, holding up a baggie with three joints in it. He chuckled and wrapped an arm around Tommy's shoulders, stuffing the bag into his friend's pocket and steering him away from their lockers. "I think I'm gonna ditch watercolour," he said, "You want me to see if I can spring Angel? You two could go hide out somewhere, least that way your day could end off on a better note than this one." Benny had perfected his forgery of their principal's handwriting, and often used this skill to get his friends out of class when they had other things they wanted to do.
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Post by Tommy Collins on Mar 21, 2007 15:14:56 GMT -5
Tommy sighed in slight relief. Yeah, he'd rather not deal with that whole...mess. It was a mess as it was. "Alright...if you say so. Just...be careful." Tommy didn't want his friend to get hurt because of him. Especially when it came to the football team. If that's where he thought it came from. It would make sense really, but Tommy wasn't going to jump to any conclusions. For all he knew it could be a band geek. But he doubted that as they tended to keep to themselves.
Tommy waved slightly to the lost books and papers. He'd have a whole lot of borrowing and copying of notes to do. With Benny's discovery, Tommy smiled widely. "All is not lost indeed," He chuckled quietly. "Good thing I put them in a bag." Then he paused and laughed quietly, "Are we in a jail movie now. Springing Angel...I gotta admit I wouldn't mind so much. So yeah...you can. But don't force him. He doesn't strike me as the skipping class often type. Might not be as fond of the idea as you and me are," Tommy pointed out although the prospect of seeing Angel again made him feel a little...lighter.
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Post by tmac on Mar 21, 2007 15:21:37 GMT -5
"I'll be careful," he told Tommy, though he couldn't actually promise. He didn't know what would happen when he confronted the guy or guys who did this, but he wasn't going to worry about it right now. He had more important things to do. Whipping out a piece of paper from his notepad, Benny got ready to write the note that would get Angel excused from class. "What class has he got right now?" he asked Tommy, pen poised over the paper, waiting to address the note to Angel's teacher.
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Post by Tommy Collins on Mar 21, 2007 15:32:15 GMT -5
"You better," Tommy warned punching Benny lightly in the arm. "Don't want you fallingto pieces all because of little ol me. Cause it probably would be messy to put you back together and all."
"I think he has Still Life...Sung I think," Tommy said rubbing the back of his head. "I'm not so sure about that though. I didn't memorize his schedule. I probably should...as sappy as that would be." He snorted slightly to himself. But he supposed that that's what teenagers his age did. Memorzie schedules and write notes and doodle with their name. At least that's what he wanted to believe.
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Post by tmac on Mar 21, 2007 15:41:11 GMT -5
Benny grinned, shoving Tommy back, glad to see he was feeling at least a little better. "If I fall apart," he warned, waving his finger at Tommy, "You better do a damned good job of putting me back together. I don't care how messy it is!"
"You should definitely memorize his schedule," Benny said, nodding solemnly, "You never know when it's gonna come in handy. Like now." Benny knelt down on the floor to write the note. "Mr. Sung," he narrated as he wrote, "Please allow Angel to come to the office for a phone call. Thanks, Linn." Standing back up, he smirked at Tommy. "It's lame, but it works every time!"
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Post by Tommy Collins on Mar 21, 2007 15:47:49 GMT -5
Tommy smirked putting his hands in his pockets again. His shoulders were still close to his ears, but he seemed to have relaxed slightly. "All right I'll give it a shot. But can I like play Mr. Potatoe head with you? Put your nose in your eye and your ears in your mouth. I'll do it real pretty like," He said trying not to laugh.
"True," Tommy said with a nod. Then he watched Benny smiling as he orrated the note. "Ah the touch of using her first name. If you weren't so dumb you'd be a genius," He teased with a wink.
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