“You’ve missed the memo,” she snarked. “I believe I’m actually the peace treaty between Konoha and Suna here.“ Her joke didn’t earn her any laughs, but then again she hadn’t expected it to. "Anyway, ground rules. One, I’m not your mother -”
Shikamaru went a very bright shade of pink, his mouth opening in shock alongside a senseless sound.
Temari plowed on before he could interrupt. “- and if you ever call me as such, I will rip that ponytail out of your scalp.”
can’t say i love you - day four
day four… this time from the bully’s perspective!!
[[MORE]]Day Four
Aidan Crey
The little freak’s staying late, scribbling stupid questions in his notebook. Again. And Hicks—the physics teacher—is sitting there, patiently answering them. I can see her irritation in the way she continually glances at the clock, and in the painstaking way she explains the technicalities of wave properties and magnetism, or whatever.
I snort and roll my eyes, then head off down the hall. Josh Brooks, one of my friends, comes over to meet me, giving me a fist bump as he does. His soccer uniform protrudes out from his backpack, and he tosses a ball to me, which I catch easily.
“Hey, man,” he says, turning and heading for our locker rooms. “How was physics?”
I groan, my head tipping back in dramatic emphasis. “Ugh. You know. The usual. Just glad it’s over.” He shakes his head sympathetically as I spin the soccer ball in my hands.
“Well. Ready for practice, anyhow?”
“Always.”
And, I mean, practice will happen, whether I’m ready for it or not—just like it does every day—so asking is almost pointless.
We stroll past the other kids in the hallway, and I watch lazily as they pack their bags, slip their earbuds in, gossip. I catch a couple of girls pointing my way, although they quickly look away when they see me eyeing them, their ponytails swishing. Josh laughs, and I join in, tossing the ball back to him.
“Got your pick of the litter, Crey,” he says, punching me lightly in the arm. I fake a sigh, but it’s not like he’s completely right anyway.
“Nah,” I answer. “Harlie would kill me.”
Josh nods his agreement. “Yeah. You’re probably right.”
“Get used to it, Brooks.”
Harlow Choi is the school’s most popular girl, and simultaneously the world’s most protective girlfriend. My friends argue that she’s a bit much sometimes, but it doesn’t bother me. I haven’t looked at anyone else since we got going.
Well. Not really.
We round the corner, and slip into our locker rooms, where the obligatory wave of noise washes over my ears. A familiar musty scent drifts up from the piles of clothes cast aside in favor of the black-and-blue colors of Raymond Black High School. Number six, Brantley Kendricks, comes over to me, and we slap hands, grinning.
“What’s up, Aidan?” he asks as I pull my uniform out of my backpack and yank my sweatshirt over my head.
I shrug noncommittally. “Eh. Nothing much.” There’s a short pause in which I begin to climb into my practice shorts, then, “Hey, can I copy your English notes?”
Brantley snorts. “You forgot to take them again?”
I narrow my eyes at him, then laugh it off. “Yeah. I guess so.”
“More like he wasn’t listening,” Josh opines, and I reach over to smack him, but he slips out of reach, his jersey fluttering around his neck.
“Whatever,” I say, tugging on my socks.
There’s a small lull in conversation as everyone gears up for practice, then our coach comes around to discuss his strategy, warning us again of what we already know.
“All right, gentlemen,” he shouts as he looks us over. “We got a game coming up, so play hard today, and I might start you tomorrow. Now get out there and warm up.”
Brantley and Josh walk out, and I follow them, falling into step with number seventeen, whose name I forgot at the beginning of the school year. We all pay varying levels of attention to the coach as he walks us through our routine. It’s all stuff we’ve gone over dozens of times. I watch the back of Josh’s head, copying him as I chat with number twenty-four.
“Your girl coming tomorrow?” he asks.
“Man, I don’t know. Probably not,” I answer, shrugging. “I guess I could invite her, though. Doesn’t hurt.” I shouldn’t even bother—Harlie has never cared about sports and doesn’t intend on pretending to.
Twenty-four sighs in what’s probably supposed to be a sympathetic manner. “If I had a girl, I’d make her come out to every game,” he laments. Seventeen overhears him and guffaws loudly. I shake my head, grinning. He’s been making this kind of comment ever since he joined the team, and I would say it’s getting old, but it’s still pretty funny.
“Yeah, okay,” I tell him. “But I’m starting to think you’re a hopeless case.”
Twenty-four fakes a wounded look. “Not everyone can be a movie star, Crey,” he says. I just stare at him for a long moment—so long that he hastens to apologize, although it’s clear that he doesn’t know why he’s doing it.
“Uh. Sorry,” he mumbles, breaking eye contact, and I smirk.
“Nah, it’s good,” I say. “You’re right. Not everyone can be.” I run a hand through my hair, and Seventeen groans.
Twenty-four looks relieved and mildly annoyed at the same time. “Aw, shut your mouth, Seventeen,” he snarks. “You’re not part of this.” Seventeen starts to respond, but the coach cuts him off, yelling at the three of us from the front.
“Crey, Gonzalez, Morgan!” he calls. “Pipe down and eyes up.” I grumble under my breath, flicking my attention back over to him. Seventeen follows suit, but Twenty-four mutters:
“Try to get your girl to come?”
“Yeah, sure,” I answer, even though it’s none of his business, and I don’t see why he cares.
Whatever.
mmm i think i prefer the green bg to match him but i think i need to make it a different green
time to babble about my ocs!! :3 doing lane first because of course :D
full name: lane addrick olsen
role: main character/primary protagonist
date of birth: september 19th, 2009 (zodiac-wise, he’s a virgo!!)
height: 5'8"
hair color: light brown
eye color: electric blue
likes: oversized clothing (specifically hoodies and sweaters!!), rainy days, the arts (such as music, sketching, painting), history
dislikes: essays of any kind, researching, insensitivity, pity
other notes:
i call this one. how long do we keep having to relive the glory days til my stupid team does something
The engines all laughed, until they heard a loud, shrill squawking noise.
“What is that horrible sound!?” Gordon complained. “We’re not at the docks, and the sheds are no place for annoying little seagulls!” Edward stopped laughing, embarrassed and quite hurt by the comment Gordon had made. Everyone’s attention landed on their resident K2.
James laughed even harder. “Oh! So that’s why they call your class ‘Larger Seagulls’! Squawk, squawk, squawk!” he teased. Edward silently backed into the shed, looking ready to cry.
“We’re never going to hear him laugh again, are we,” Henry sighed.
“God, I hope not!” James responded.
“It isn’t proper to be squawking like that,” Gordon muttered. “It isn’t wrong, but we just don’t do it.”
“Goodnight,” Henry huffed angrily, and backed into the shed.
4get making the reboot AU, I’m redrawing my old drawing I made in March 2025 (I was 14.)
I’m playing Roblox btw…
