Band Geeks and Art Freaks

"He's hot"
"No."
"He goes to our school"
"Jon, stop it."
"He's only a sophomore."
"Why aren't you doing your work?"
"He has a messenger bag. A MESSENGER BAG."
"Jon, that doesn't mean anything."
"Oh no, that means EVERYTHING."
"I'm not even sure if I want to know what it means to you"

Damn, I was stumped. Here we were working in this library full of knowledge and wisdom and none of these books could help me try to play match-maker.Actually, maybe in the non-fiction section.....
"Excuse me, where are the knitting books?"
I snapped out of my deep (and I mean deep) thought to focus in on the small old woman in front of me.
"If you'll follower my finger they're right over there, Ma'am, next to that bright green poster." the library employee pointed out.
The other library employee, I should say.
"Why thank you." she said with a smile, and went shuffling away.
Finally, now we can back to important things.
"Did I mention he was hot?" I asked, hopefully.
"Jesus Christ, Jon, you're a straight man, how can you even tell if he's hot?!" Brendon exclaimed, trying to unload his armful of books onto a shelf.
"That's how beautiful he is, even I can recognize it...plus he plays guitar so he's hot by definition"
"Jon, YOU play the guitar.""And so do you, Brendon, I think that means you're in the club." I leaned in waggling my eyebrows to show Brendon how serious I was.
Yet I don't think he understood the importance of this as he scoffed and rolled his eyes.
Yep, that was years of friendship out the window. How can you be friends with a person if you aren't even on the same level of eyebrow communication?
"How do you even know all of this" he asked,
"Okay, first thing first, just take those books to the desk because I'm not even sure if they were scanned in." I finally said, unable to stand Brendon's movement from aisle to aisle to place books back on shelves.
"What? Weren't you supposed to do that earli-"
"AND I know because I made him my friend" I boasted, puffing my chest out.
"Oh, so out of nowhere you noticed this guy who has been in your class for half of the year and now you decide to talk to him?" Brendon inquired, picking the books off the shelf one by one and collecting them in his arms.
"Au contraire, he has just recently transferred to our school."

I saw his shoulders tense up a bit while putting down the books back onto the cart before he said "...oh."
Oh, why wasn't there a sassy remark there? I telepathically asked his turned back before it dawned on me.
"You know who he is." I grinned.
"No, I don't. There's alot of students who transfer to our school"
"Not a lot in the middle of the year, oh my god, you sooo know who he is. He's hot right? I did good?"
"I dont know who you're talking about."
"He has classes with sophomores even though he's advanced, I remember now! This is rich, it really is..."
"Dammit Jon, I am not going to-"

"Brendon, are you harassing my boyfriend again?"
Ah, I had been saved by my guardian angel, Cassie.I turned to see my lovely girlfriend standing behind us, book bag in hand while crossing her arms. I hugged her and pretended to cry into her shoulder,
"Cass, Bden is being a meanie, make him stop, I just wanted him to be wit a pretty boy"
"Oh, is it the one you sent me a picture of at lunch? He seems like Brendon's type."
"I knew it, I did good, right?!"
Brendon groaned and did a face palm. "Cassandra, if we're going to start talking about 'types' we need to take you to a psychiatrist because your choice in men is concerning."
I detached from my girlfriend to defend her and (mostly importantly) my honor, "Brendon, please, I am a love-able caring boyfriend who cares for his girlfriend, mainly because of the school uniform but nontheles-ow"

Well, at least Brendon chuckled, even if it was because Cassie just flicked me in the back of my head. Honestly, I'm just glad he's focused on the part about Carrie saying Ryan's his type rather than me sneaking a picture of him.

Notes

Okay, this is short and crappy. I know.
BUT THERE IS GOOD NEWS

I am now writing FanFiction for school!?!?! so a new chapter every week or so!?!?

If i don't upload, pester me on Twitter @LaughingCyanide

....if i don't upload it actually affects my grade too.
What hole have i dug for myself?
Thanks to all of you who are still here after like, a year?! You guys are great~

See you all soon! (Probably less than a week ;) )