. DEAD END ; [CLEO!]

[huey]

i've got a watch but i don't have time.

He couldn't wait for the day to end.

He had almost made it through another week. It was Thursday, signifying that he was almost to the weekend. His face was tilted towards the chalkboard as his math teacher scribbled away equations. However, his eyes were focused on the clock off to the side. There were six minutes left in class, what was she doing still bothering to teach? He didn't understand. Obviously, nobody was paying attention. Two girls next to him were giggling and passing notes back and forth. The teacher didn't even seem to realize the boy on the end of the row who had already packed up his belongings and was fiddling with a pocket knife underneath his desk. What sort of teacher was she? If the next few minutes didn't pass soon, he was surely going to die of boredom and annoyance. It would be such a shame to be the first person to actually die of boredom. Honestly, what would people think of that? What would they say at his funeral? Would his family press criminal charges against his teacher for being so horribly dull and oblivious? The thought produced a smirk as he tapped his eraser impatiently against the wooden desk, his eyes still glued to the minute hand.

"Alright, class, that is all for today. Your homework will be…" Before she even had a chance to finish, the bell rang. She didn't bother to add an assignment, realizing that every student was bolting out of the room. Huey let out the sigh he had been restraining for the past six minutes. He slid out of the plastic chair and picked up his notebooks, sighing once more as he dragged his feet out the door and down the hall. The locker bay was already filled to the brim with students who were trying to get in and out of it in record timing. He was shoved and poked and prodded by the countless faces that blurred past. Finally, though, he managed to turn and find his way to his locker. 116. He still had no idea how many people went to the school, or how lockers were determined, but it didn't matter. He quickly spun the dial, flinging the door open. That small smirk slid once more on his face as he packed up his binders and notebooks into his backpack, swinging the blue fabric bag over one of his shoulders. He slowly pushed the metal door closed as he turned to make it was outside of the building that he had spent most of his childhood attempting to get through.

That was when it happened.

Some kid had left his notebooks on the floor behind him as he piled all of his belongings into his own bag. Huey's right foot landed right on the edge of one. He glanced down for a moment, but he was already trying to move. As his foot slid forward, he caught a glimpse of a red cardboard cover. His eyes widened as his leg swung forward and he tumbled to the ground. "Seriously!" The words left his lips from his position on the floor. He shot a glare at the kid, obviously younger, who missed it before turning around to see the teenager on the linoleum floor. "Sorry if I ripped your notebook or something. Be more careful next time." The kid nodded, confused, before Huey rolled his eyes and stood up. He ran a hand through his hair before finally starting up the process of leaving once more. His hands found his pockets as he turned the corner.

It all went downhill from there.

Huey had just turned the corner at the edge of the row when he found himself nearly running into another figure. He tore his hands from his pockets to splay his arms out, almost in a surrender sort of motion. "Woah!" He froze, barely inches away from the young woman. "I am so sorry, I was not looking and I had no idea you were there." His cheeks lit a light crimson hue as he forced his words to come out in a logical way. His accent tinted the syllables slightly, but it was barely noticeable. He remained still for a moment, before realizing that he had yet to move. His cheeks grew an even brighter shade as he took a couple of steps back, wedging a hand in his hair. "Sorry. I am sorry." His eyes focused on the floor, wide and panicked.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,355,true] A giggle left Cleo’s lips. She had been standing by her open locker, applying a coating of pink tinged gloss to her lips. Checking herself out in the mirror, when the young man had come sailing around the corner and almost smacked into her. Throwing his hands out to stop himself. Those hands coming very close to the blonde’s chest as she turned around to see who had run into her. The whole situation, it was amusing. His flushing cheeks.. It all made the blonde laugh softly. Lipgloss still poised to her lips as it had been before that second. Blue eyes drinking in the embarrassed look on his features. It was more than amusing, to be honest. Cleo loved it when guys were embarrassed around her. It meant they found her pretty enough to be intimidated. It was the best ego boost after she’d just had to sit through math class. Man she hated math. In fact, this particular under-class man always seemed to be the perfect ego boost. They’d been what the girl would consider to be friends for a while now, and she was starting to notice a few things about him. He blushed a bit when she was around, and liked to carry her things for her. He didn’t look at her oddly when she said stupid things, and even laughed at the jokes that even she knew weren’t funny. It was really sweet actually. And of course, the attention loving little thing lapped up his attention. She loved it. Maybe it wasn’t really fair, because she had the impression that the boy liked her a little bit, and she didn’t.. but oh well. It wasn’t like she was telling him they could date or anything, just letting him hold her books. What was so wrong with that? Pushing the thoughts from her mind, Cleo let herself laugh again. Flashing the boy a playful grin. Flattering her lashes as she did. It wasn’t even intentional, really, the fluttering of lashes. She just seemed to do it so often that it became a part of her natural movements. “You know..” she spoke casually, as she turned herself back around to face the mirror hanging on the inside of her locker door. “You’re kind of cute when you are nervous.” It wasn’t flirtatious, just a statement. It was cute when he was nervous. Giving a small shrug, she applied the final touches of gloss to her lips. Puckering them at the mirror. Turning her head to check her lips from all angles. Man, they looked delicious. Giggling yet again, she put the cap on the gloss, tossing the tube into her locker. Without even waiting for him to offer, Cleo started handing books to him. Just the things she needed for homework that night. “Hold these a minute..” she smiled sweetly, as she flashed him another grin. “What are you doing now? Want to come get food with me, I’m starved to death.” Closing her locker, the girl leaned against the metal. “Come on, please please please. Eating alone makes you look like a fat loser. You don’t want me to look like a fat loser do you?” The girl raised an eyebrow at him, turning on her world famous puppy expression. C O U N T, uhm, 500ish? N O T E S, sorryyy it's pretty terrible love. O U T F I T, click me

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[huey]

i've got a watch but i don't have time.

His arms finally fell to his side, and he tore his eyes off of the floor. Hubert's head tilted to one side. She was lovely. Of course, she probably knew that. He was probably an idiot, and he knew it. She probably knew he was an idiot, also. He had used to make fun of his friends who followed around girls, joking and laughing as he poked and prodded at them. He had told them that they were idiots, that women would never really be that important and that it was better not to act like a moron than do so to impress someone. Now, well, he was probably the friend who got made fun of. He pushed that thought out of his mind. It didn't matter. He liked being around her, no matter how flustered he got. A light smile pulled at his lips. He could no longer feel the heat in his cheeks, but that was likely to change. His hands found their way to his pockets as he watched her. Huey couldn't understand how some girls could possibly apply things to their skin to make them look instantly better, and he doubted he ever would. His head tilted slightly to one side.

The temporary calm mood was fractured very quickly. "You're cute when you're nervous." Once more, that crimson color was on his face. He glanced off to the side, mentally searching for something to respond to that with. Why did she have to say something like that? "I am sorry; I do not mean to be nervous." He almost planted his palm into his forehead at that moment, frowning. Huey looked back at her, his finger tapping on his side. It really was that obvious, he knew, but he had hoped that maybe she wouldn't notice. He tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt before he glanced around once more. Huey frantically was trying to muster his sense of sanity back, trying to keep himself relaxed. There wasn't really that much of a need for his nerves, was there? He certainly didn't think so. He watched as she topped off the makeup, a light smirk finally figuring its way back onto his face. "You know, you do not really need to keep putting that stuff on, you look fine without it."

When she held her first book in his direction, Huey was all too fine to take it. It would've been rude not to help her out, on top of everything else. She could have handed him a bomb and he probably would have taken it, he mentally noted. He glanced down at the cover closest to him, reading the title and taking in the picture. Soon, he was holding a light stack of a few books. At her question, his head tilted once more to the side. "Um, I do not think I am doing anything." He was trying to decide if he had plans. He was supposed to see a movie with a couple of friends, but was that today? His brow creased. No, it had to be tomorrow. It just had to be, one of the other teenagers had a club meeting that afternoon. He shook his head. Finally, his usual bravery was beginning to slip back into place. All it took was stammering through an apology and several seconds of feeling like a fool. His smirk returned once more as his voice took on a playful quality. "No, definitely not doing anything. Of course, why should I go with you?"

Hubert watched as she began to try and convince him to go. Of course, he was already sold, but he didn't exactly want to admit it. Her facial expression molded, and he found his cheeks lighting up with color once more. "Of-of course I will go with you." Huey nodded quickly. He paused. "Where?"

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,355,true] Cleo may have been up herself, but she wasn’t exactly worried that the boy would say no. The blonde was actually very sure that she could ask him to go just about anywhere and he’d agree. Again, another one of the reasons she loved attention from boys. Okay, attention from anyone. Cleo wasn’t particularly choosey with who gave her attention. As long as it was someone. She liked to tell herself that she preferred the attention to come from a male, though she wasn’t below flirting with a female if they were fun, and showing her some interest. Actually, there was something different about flirting with girls. Something she couldn’t put her finger on, but something she liked all the same. Not better, well at least she didn’t think so. Just, different? The blonde bit the inside of her lip, trying to clear her mind of such thoughts. She was often getting so lost in silly thoughts like comparing girls to boys. It was strange, and Cleo didn’t understand why the comparisons kept jumping out at her without her control. Maybe it was normal? The blonde wasn’t really sure. It wasn’t like she shared her thoughts on this particular subject with many people. I mean, if it wasn’t normal, she wasn’t about to tell anyone and have them judge her. Though, learning that it was normal would ease her mind. God, what a lousy situation to be in. Can’t ask anyone to get the confirmation she graved that she was normal, in case she wasn’t normal and the ridicule she feared came about. Anyway, she didn’t have time for such thoughts now. She had a boy to make take her to an afterschool treat. At his comment about not needing lipgloss, Cleo allowed herself to blush softly. Looking at the boy through her lashes with a sheepish smile on her lips. “Aww..” she cooed softly, as though she had never been given a compliment in her life. Which was the furthest thing from the truth. Biting on her bottom lip, she twisted the bottom of her shirt in one hand. Much like the boy had only moments before. “You’re so sweet. It’s not true, but sweet.” Still smiling, Cleo dropped her demure stance to shrug. “Besides, it makes kissing so much easier.” Casually, she stepped away from her locker. Knowing the boy was on her hook, and was going to follow her to wherever she led him. She hadn’t offered to kiss him, but her subtle hint was sure to drive him crazy. Taking her books from his arms, Cleo slipped them into her satchel. However instead of sliding the satchel onto her own shoulder, she placed it firmly on Hubert’s before slipping her hand into his. It wasn’t uncommon for Cleo to walk around hand in hand, or with her arms linked with someone. She loved any sort of human contact, and would take any chance she could to get some. Giving the boy’s hand a playful squeeze, she tugged him along, heading for the exit to the school. “We are going to Flo’s for fries and chocolate shakes, then we are going roller-blading because it’s boring sitting at home. Kay?” Fluttering her lashes at him, Cleo giggled and made her way through the hall. “Oh, and you’re paying, because I’m broke. I’ll make it up to you though, promise.” C O U N T, 561 N O T E S, poor huberrtttt O U T F I T, click me

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[huey]

i've got a watch but i don't have time.

There was something about the way she took the compliment that kept Huey eager to deliver more. Maybe it was her reluctance to agree. Maybe it was the way she came across as modest. He knew she probably said similar words to countless other people – she was the type of person who could get away with it. Of course, he never really minded that. There was something about Cleo that made him feel like he was actually singled out, like maybe he was the only person she had batted those eyelashes at that day. Though, he could never really be sure. Perhaps that was part of the reason, also. He was like a puppy, following at her feels and vying for her attention. "You're so sweet. It's not true, but sweet." He was so tempted to try and correct her, but Huey figured that was not way to get around that. Was it some sort of genetic code that women disagreed over their appearance? He doubted he would ever understand that concept, but it didn't really matter. He didn't have to understand someone to think highly of them, especially when that someone had him wrapped around her dainty little finger. He smiled faintly at her, thankful that he wasn't blushing again.

Hubert was never one to interrupt or be rude. His first scout meeting, he had whined up a storm. The other boys were too energetic to be as posh as they were, they were too hyperactive to be as polite at they were. His uncle had sat there, patiently waiting for him to finish his rant from the passenger seat. He hadn't really wanted to go. And yet, there was something that had kept him going. He had learned some of their habits and rituals, he had acquired a bit of their persona. He too was not one to go without chivalry in his pocket. He knew that it was a strange concept, and that many people didn't particularly care. Maybe that was part of the reason that he was putty to her. He couldn't bring himself to be mean or nasty, and in the end, she could walk all over him. Huey would never say that was what she was doing; she never did anything hurtful to him or anything. He figured that if there was the right trigger, he'd become upset and that polite quality would falter, though he hoped it never came to that. He strongly doubted it would, she seemed to enjoy the attention too much to do something like that. He knew she probably just saw him as another kid, but he didn't really care.

"Besides, it makes kissing so much easier."

Oh, oblivious little Hubert didn't stand a chance.

"Flo's? Alright. I like milkshakes." Fries and shakes actually sounded delicious to him, they were yet another bonus to the situation. "Yeah, I can pay for it." Huey nodded slightly. He had remembered his wallet, thankfully. "Roller-blading? Okay, sure. I might fall on my face a few times, though." Before he knew it, there was weight on his shoulder as she slung her bag over it. Surely, he would have protested if it were anybody else, but it wasn't. He glanced down for a moment. He could carry her books. That wasn't an issue. If it even was, the thought was instantly pushed out of his mind when she slid her hand into his. He was certain if it were possible, he would have melted into a puddle upon the floor before she began to tug him towards the door. Crimson crept into his cheeks as he allowed her to lead him away. A part of him didn't like it, the way she acted like that. He would have been much better mentally equipped if she didn't. Still, there was no way to deny that there was a part of him that was absolutely hooked. He smiled softly as they began to move towards the doors, before pausing. His brow creased. "Um, I don't drive, though."

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,355,true] Cleo felt herself giggle at the comment the young man made about not being able to drive. Of course he couldn’t, he was too young. Never in this whole idea had she expected the boy to drive. That would have just been silly. Though she had to admit it was really cute. The fact that he wanted to step up and play the traditional masculine role in this semi-date and drive them both to flo’s. He was going to make some traditionally valued girl very happy one day. With his chivalry and all. Reaching over with her free hand, she gave his hair a slight ruffle. “Don’t worry babe..” she said with another giggle. “This is Fantasia. No one drives here. Plus, it’s not that far.” Fixing his hair after her attack on the light locks, she winked at the boy playfully. “You’re way too cute though..” The blonde sped up a little as they hit the out-doors. It was quite a bit colder out in the open winter air than inside the school building. Clinging to the boy a little more, the blonde clenched her teeth together. Attempting to force her teeth to stand still instead of chatter like they wanted to. She knew her mother was right this morning when she had so bluntly told her daughter that she wasn’t dressed warm enough. However Cleo had been in such a contrary mood towards the woman that she had refused to get changed. Of course, she was regretting that now. However she wasn’t exactly about to explain all of that to her current companion. It would just make her seem like a petty child. Although, she was still a child, she didn’t exactly want to seem that way. She wanted to seem all sophisticated or something.. Well, at least as sophisticated as a girl who wears ugg boots and shorts can really be. Instead of letting on how cold she was, the girl attempted to mask her sudden desire for his body warmth as a need for affection. Which wasn’t actually that strange, as she was always craving some sort of affection. Wrapping both her arms around his, she snuggled into the younger boy’s shoulder as they walked. Keeping up her pace. She wanted to make sure they god back inside as quickly as possible. Or she’d turn into a popsicle. “So, got any plans for Christmas?” she asked, her tone rather bright and chatty as she snuggled further into his arm. Nodding towards the left, as an indicated that was where they needed to go. C O U N T, 427 N O T E S, arg i suck these days O U T F I T, click me

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