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[gareth nash brace]

The yard of the school felt so confined to the boy that was used to rolling fields and forests. It was surrounded by the u-shaped building; even worse than the classrooms themselves. Sure, the classrooms were a lot smaller, but at least he was learning something in them. Sitting on a small bench outside of the school's large wooden doors, Gareth felt that there was no purpose for the layout of the school. It made him feel so... trapped. Maybe it would have been better if he had gone to lunch, but he simply wasn't hungry. Photography classes didn't require so much energy that he was starving by the time they got to their lunch break. In fact, the third year normally didn't eat until he got home. Sighing, he held his camera up to his eye and snapped a shot of the street, then looked down at the rectangular screen. He liked his old camera better, but it wasn't the best for taking good pictures. With his childhood camera, the cars would have simply been reduced to colored blurs, but in this new picture they were clean and pristine. Well, that was nice.

Gareth tucked the tiny camera back into his pocket, standing up and slinging his pack over his shoulder. Sure, the backpack was a bit old fashioned, but almost everything he had was. Except his clothing, of course. How could anyone fall behind in fashion when they were in Paris, of all places? But even though the photographer knew what was in, he simply chose to ignore it, wearing what he had always worn. Simple shirts and jeans, and the same tattered pair of tennis shoes that he had been wearing when he first came to this school. Of course, they had looked a lot nicer then, but constantly having to hike around the city made things look a lot older. Once, someone had even thrown up on them while he had been riding on the underground. Probably drunk.

Looking back at the street, Gareth almost felt an odd urge to just get off campus and go home. Well, to his apartment, but that was pretty much home these days. He knew that a lot of people skipped school, and look where they were going to end up. Bad grades, no job. It really was quite sad for the twenty year old to think about as he headed back into the building, up to the art studio where most of the painting classes went on. Gareth almost never came here, but passing by a few days ago, he had noticed that it had a nice view from the large window of the opposite wall. Making sure to check with the teacher that had been dozing off, he headed over to the window, standing about a yard away from it and snatching the camera out of his pocket again. He was surprised to notice that it was actually kind of hard to pull out. Maybe he should go shopping for new jeans... well, that was an idea for after school activities. Most of his friends said that he needed to get out more; did shopping count, or was it too girly? The smell of paint made him slightly sick as he raised the camera to his eye for the hundredth time today. The checker-board wood frame of the window made for an interesting foreground as he tried to focus his camera, the city beyond it glittering slightly with lights, even in the day.

The camera made a small click as Gareth took the picture, not bothering to look at the result. Paris really was a pretty place... but he liked his hometown better. It wasn't like he really wanted to move back there, though. Most of his generation had already moved out, as the town was too small to get away from your parents once you were that age. Most of them would go back later in their lives, of course, but Gareth wasn't so sure that he wanted to. It wasn't like he had ever been really popular there. He hadn't been hated either, though; it was more like he was just part of the scenery. Even his family had treated him like he was just a tourist, someone that would go away eventually. He supposed moving here after school wouldn't be too bad, though. As he had said, it was a pretty place, and he even knew some people. He had never liked the sheer amount of nightclubs, though. Paris was like the European New York when it came to sleepless nights, or so he had heard. He had never been to New York, and had only ever visited one of the states once. Well, if worst came to worst, he could always move to Orlando after school...

Why was he thinking about this, anyway? Gareth shook his head slightly, a vain attempt to clear his thoughts, then looked down at the picture. This one had come out nicely too, which was a good sign. His skill was finally being refined from the old pictures of stuffed snakes and graveyards. Though, he had to admit that the picture would have looked better at sunset. Maybe it was a little cliché, but Gareth really liked taking pictures of sunsets. It was just his thing, and no one could convince him to stop. This picture seemed to be the exception, however. It looked good enough that he might just add it to his album, once he dug up the old binder from the depths of the moving boxes. Three years, and he still hadn't fully unpacked all his stuff...

[ciaran cassidy corbett]

Classes were over, or at least that’s what Cass was telling to himself. In face he just decided to skip his last class as he didn’t need any boring lecture on history of art because a) he didn’t care, and b) he simply didn’t give a trolling fuck. Instead he skipped down to one of the many studios. The one by the end of the hallway was his favorite. It had this comfortable air to him, homey in a way. He couldn’t exactly do much of his chosen art indoors, as the walls were already covered in paint. He was in ‘sketching mode’ anyway, as he had a final project to plan and he wanted to do something special. He was even considering dedicating it to Anouk. She had been awfully down lately with the stupid fight with her asshole brother and he wanted to do something nice for her. It wasn’t even like he would be declaring his undying love or anything. Cass was pretty sure they wouldn’t end up together forever and ever like in one of those cheesy movies. If anything he would be lucky if they were together by the end of the school year. They were too similar to be completely compatible, both partying, both flirting and each with their own little issues to deal with. Well at least he would make sure they ended up as friends.

The paper sheet in front of him looked like a little mess. It was a mess he could understand though, which is the exact point of sketching. He scratched a few things here and there, added other stuff like some letters and little markers with the colors he would like to use. His face was contorted in concentration, his tongue licked his lips every now and then as the pencil furiously assaulted the once white sheet in front of him. He never really started knowing just what the hell he wanted to do with a mural but in the end every result was satisfying. Well… as satisfying as it could be for someone like Cass who was never really satisfied with his own work. Professors liked it and they gave him A’s for it so it was all good in the end.

A good hour had passed already and Cass lifted the semi-finished work. It would have to do for today. The studio was about to be occupied by the next class and he certainly didn’t want to attend to a class he wasn’t even signed up to. Pulling his stuff together he hopped out of the classroom and into the bathroom to wash his hands and get rid of the extra paint. The soft hum of people filling the hallways echoed all the way to the bathroom but Cass ignored it. No way in hell he was entering his next class either, hence the ‘classes are over!’ statement from before. Once he was well and done Cass proceeded to his locker to shove all his stuff inside. He planned to join a few friends on their way to a bar so he didn’t really have time to go back to his apartment and leave everything there. The locker was slammed shut and he ran up the stairs to avoid security checks from random professors and to drop some of the supplies he had borrowed. The art studio wasn’t as comfortable to him as the classrooms in the floor below. It was huge, that was for sure, and someone like Cass was bound to like wide open places like those… buuuut there was just something about that place that killed his inspiration. Much to his surprise the door was open, he peeked inside to see if there was someone he should be avoiding inside but instead of saw Gareth’s silhouette near the window. Well wasn’t he a lucky Cass today? Dropping the pencils and extra paint carefully so no noise would be made he tiptoed towards the window. Annoying Gareth had become kind of like a sport to Cass. The guy was just so stoic and serious that it killed a little of Cass’s inner party boy every time he said he was studying. Naturally Cass wanted to play with him like a five year old with a new toy and eventually it turned into quite an enjoyable hobby. He didn’t know how much it bugged Gareth but so far Cass hadn’t welcomed any fists to his face so he guess the guy was either very patient or didn’t mind it that much… his money was on the first option though.

Wiggling his fingers in excitement he jumped like a predator and wrapped his arms around Garbear’s waist and yelled—“SURPRISE BUTTSEX!!!!” all while lifting Garbear from his feet and hugging him tightly. It really had turned into a sport, this ‘annoying’ thing. Releasing Garret he took a small step backwards in case Gareth decided to turn and throw a fist at whoever attacked him. “’Sup Garbear? Missed me so much that you came all the way here to find me?” He asked with a cheeky grin while rocking on his heels and digging his blue eyes on Gareth. “Do I get a hello kiss this time?” He leaned closer and tapped his lips with his right index indicating the desired spot for the kiss. The entire scene couldn’t even be considered flirting, as Cass was more like shamelessly bugging Gareth on purpose. He still wouldn’t mind a kiss of course but chances were he’d get Gareth’s camera shoved down his throat first.

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[gareth nash brace]

When Gareth was taking pictures, he tended to think about all kinds of things. Sometimes they were superficial things like what would be for lunch today or what he would wear tomorrow, but just as often they were more serious things. Like what he would do with his life after he got out of school, for instance. Of course, when he was thinking about things like that, he didn't like to be interrupted unless it was important. Being assaulted by someone he couldn't see wasn't just unimportant, though it made him blush like a little girl, especially when something like that was yelled in his ear.

”What the hell?” He spun around to face Cass once the other guy let go, the last word practically a hiss. Of course, Gareth wasn't the most coordinated person in the world, and the sudden shift of balance required a few moments of trying not to fall flat on his face. How embarrassing would that be? The third year leaned against the window, silent for a moment as he tried to make his heart start beating at a slower pace. He didn't enjoy being played with, especially when it involved the younger student invading his person space. Or anybody, really, but Cass was the most annoying in Gareth's mind. After all, not every hug he got (not that he got that many) included random things being yelled at him. ”I didn't know that you would be here,” he said quietly, resisting the urge to punch the painter. To help with that little piece of patience and self control that Gareth was so well known for, he crossed his arms over his chest, the camera dangling off one wrist as he glared up at Cass.

”For one thing... er,” he tripped over his own words, the remark he was about to make stopping on his tongue. The reluctance to say a simple word that Cass apparently had no problem yelling in front of a few other students and a sleeping teacher. ”B... buttsex is technically never surprising. It's impossible not to notice...” He just had to clarify that, of course he did. It was just the way Gareth's mind worked, though the part that really didn't want to say certain words was hindering. Well, at least being embarrassed had made the urge to hit Cass go away. Sighing, Gareth unfolded his arms, brushing a bit of hair away from his face before raising the camera to his eye again. He had to get a picture of the other student's expression, just so he could print it out and rip it to shreds later. Anger management strategies; Gareth knew them all. Well, just the ones he found useful, but still. He took a quick glance at the picture before shoving the camera into his pocket again. Yes, that would find its way into his paper shredder later today.

Yeah, like Gareth was tall enough to kiss Cass. He was, however, tall enough to stand on his toes and reach up to the spot on the younger man's lips that he had tapped, covering it with his hand. ”No, you don't get a kiss. You don't deserve one yet.” Removing his hand, Gareth stepped back to the window. He wasn't really sure why he had added the yet on there; would Cass ever deserve a kiss? It was extremely unlikely, especially if he expected someone like Gareth to give it to him. What was he, an idiot? That was more likely than the chance that tiny Gareth would ever give him a kiss as a hello, let alone a 'hello' as a hello...

[ciaran cassidy corbett]

Cass just adored to steal a blush from Gareth. It wasn’t so special when other people blushed around him, mostly because Cass didn’t care much for other people. He wasn’t saying that Garbear was super special or anything but it was fun to get such a strong reaction from someone so stoic and in control like him. Cass watched him hiss, stumble and trip with his words all while wearing a very pleased smile. It was like Christmas every time he stumbled upon Gareth by accident since the photographer didn’t exactly come seeking him out. Cass did a good share of following him around when he didn’t have much to do or when he was procrastinating stuff. The photography studio wasn’t too far from the art studio but most photographers did their thing outside in Paris and only returned to school to have their photos touched up, printed or exhibited. Every time Cass found him by chance he would yell something like ‘DESTINY’ or ‘MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN’ or something weird like that… just like the buttsex thing from a few moments ago.

Tilting his head to the side he watched the other point out something quite accurate. “Point given. But I still won’t stop trying. Who knows one day I might find you unconscious or in a coma and THEN it’ll be surprise buttsex, and I’ll do my best so you enjoy it.” He blew a kiss at Garbear, obviously doing his best yes, but to annoy the hell out of the older guy. “Or is that an invitation for me to do it without it being a surprise?” He gave the other a suggestive wink all while Olympically ignoring the looks the students were giving them. A few already knew about Cass so they merely giggled and went back to their business while others rolled their eyes and subtly continued watching the conversation unfold. Cass went on to twist Gareth’s words to his convenience just like he twisted everything and everyone else. How in the world he managed to turn ‘Surprise buttsex is not possible’ into an invitation to try it out… no one would ever know.

The clicking camera distracted Cass from his continuous flirting, but only for a second or two. Blinking at the fact that his picture had just been taken he followed the camera with his eyes until it was securely stuffed inside Gareth’s pocket. “Awwwww… you want to keep me close to you? I never thought you were the romantic type.” He twisted his face into a cat-like grin, very suitable and Chesire-ish considering the situation. “Maybe my next mural will be dedicated to you just so the world can notice how much I love you.” He clasped his hands together and stepped dangerously closer to Garbear, as if he wasn’t raping his personal space already. Being the preemptive little creep he was, and knowing that people had a tendency to run away whenever he was annoying them, Cass threw his arms around Gareth, hugging him ‘from the side’ to put it in a way. It was easy to do so, considering the other male was considerably shorter and Cass’s limbs were slim and long. “And you know…” He practically purred against Gareth’s ear as he spoke “…that ‘yet’ part of your phrase is what makes me keep trying.” He chuckled and planted a sonorous and embarrassing smooch on Gareth’s cheek before pulling back, not without taking a treat with him of course… Cass lifted his hand triumphantly as he held Garbear’s camera up. “But if you want a picture of me Garbear it’d be better if we appeared together, you know, like good couples do!” He grinned and once again jumped at Gareth, held the camera up, smiled and clicked the button. “There, now you can frame that and when people ask you can say it’s a picture of you and your adooooorable boyfriend.” He said proudly while holding up the camera for Gareth to take. Seriously, sometimes Cass just went over the board while annoying people and even he was certain one day he would end up beaten up in a dark alley.

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[gareth nash brace]

Gareth was one of the photography students that tended to stick around the school. Sure, that required him to be stuck in classrooms for most of the day, but it was a nice break to take pictures of simple things like lunch and other students. Most of his city wandering was done after school, in what was considered homework time for most normal students. Sure, sometimes the teachers gave out normal homework, such as taking pictures of certain things or digging up old albums from childhood, but it didn’t happen often. So Gareth’s school experience was going generally well and carefree. Except, of course… Cass added in a few problems. More than a few, actually. Whenever Gareth was unfortunate to end up in the same place as him, things never ended well. The third year would always end up blushing or getting mad, sometimes both. It was just… well, to tell the truth, Cass vaguely reminded Gareth of Oliver, and that made the poor photographer extremely uncomfortable. He simply flirted too much, partied often, and generally seemed like a child with a jar of cookies and some action figures. Yes, Cass was a lot like Gareth’s father.

The third year sighed, looking away from Cass as he started flirting again. He really didn’t want to deal with the younger boy right now, but it would be rude to simply walk away. ”It’s not an invitation,” he snapped, narrowing his eyes at the taller boy. ”I’m not… not…” What was he going to say, again? He wasn’t gay? Gareth wasn’t sure about that. He wasn’t interested in Cass? That wasn’t exactly true, it was more that he was scared of what might happen in the relationship. ”It just wasn’t an invitation,” he finished lamely, looking at the floor to hide the suddenly enhanced blush. This was why he hated running into Cass, just despised it with every fiber of his being. ”It’s not romantic,” he said slowly, a glare marring his face again. ”To be honest, my plan was to tear the printed copy to shreds later today.” It wasn’t really a secret, so why did he have to hide it from Cass? He didn’t care if the other student was insulted, though knowing Cass, Gareth didn’t think that he would be too insulted. ”And stop saying that you love me.” It was weird for Gareth tot think about, really. The twenty year old guy that had never kissed anyone, hadn’t even had a crush on anyone since that one girl in first grade. So how would he imagine liking anyone like… that? He just couldn’t understand what Cass was talking about, and he was pretty sure that it made him seem like a naïve child.

He froze when Cass wrapped him in another hug, half tempted to squirm away and half to hit Cass. Well, more like try to push him away, because Gareth was having a hard time moving his arms. And his lips, for that matter. It took a lot of effort to talk, though after a few moments, he managed it. ”Stop trying,” he said, almost choking on his words. ”And we’re not a couple.” Maybe his stubborn statement would have been move convincing if he wasn’t still unable to move and blushing furiously. ”You’re not my boyfriend. And give me the fucking camera back!” There was a note of panic in his voice now, only accented by the use of certain words that little Gareth barely ever uttered. But at least Cass seemed to be listening to him, because once he let go, he made it quite easy for Gareth to snatch the camera back. And that was exactly what he did, furiously locating the most recent photo and holding his finger over the delete button.

But he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

[ciaran cassidy corbett]

Cass liked to feel special, that sure he did. Again, it came with being self centered and egoistical. He didn’t mind if it was praise or disdain what people felt for him as long as they acknowledged him and noticed his presence. It was even better when they held a special spot for Cass, just like Garbear did. Or well, that’s what Cass wanted to believe. In his seriously disturbed mind he was aware that Gareth wasn’t the type to get angry easily, yet every time Cass found him he got the Angry!Gareth that probably few people got to see. That counted as something special, right? Of course it did! Gareth could easily ignore him and walk away yet he usually stuck around and let Cass nag him with love declarations and touchy-feely gestures that would make anyone uncomfortable. Just like what he was about to do…

“You would NOT!” He gasped in a dramatic way, clearly overreacting at Gareth’s statement. “Why would you want to rip my photo when all I do is smile at you?” In a way it was true, but most of Cass’s smiles were filled with tints of mockery or silly amusement. Few times he actually smiled truthfully and few people had seen his real self but that wasn’t the point right now, he was playing drama queen at the moment and he would make the best out of it. “All I do is strive to make you love me, WHY YOU DON’T LOVE ME GARETH?” He took a step back and made his best impersonation of a drama student, hand on his forehead and all he had left to do was fall on his knees… oh wait, he actually fell on his knees. Apparently he would’ve made a good drama student as well, too bad he found a lot more fun in painting. Looking back at Gareth he noticed his intentions to delete the image he just took, edging closer, still on his knees, he held onto Gareth’s arm to pull the camera down and take a good look at the image on the small screen. “We look good together aye?” His British accent sounded deep and thick as he looked up at Gareth and for the first time ever since he got to Paris he shared one of those evasive truthful smiles that he was sometimes capable of. They did look good, at least in Ciaran’s opinion.

After getting back on his feet he once again he threw an arm around Gareth’s shoulders and pulled the other student closer. “Think I can have a copy of that one? I’ll draw cute lil hearts all over it and paste it on your locker.” He wrinkled his nose when the words ‘cute lil hearts’ were mentioned just to emphasize how adorable they would look. He was back on playful and utterly annoying mood and the genuine tint of truthfulness he showed seconds was long gone.

“…I’m just kidding.” He said finally, as he always did. You could tell a wave of annoyance was over when Cass said he was kidding, and usually a more normal and less annoying conversation would take place… it didn’t mean he would behave like a normal person because that was just entirely impossible. “Say what were you taking photos of?” He asked, snatching the camera again as if it wouldn’t make Gareth angry and started browsing through the shots. In his scale of interesting things art came obviously in first place, followed by plastic arts and photography took a very decent third place. He was no expert or anyone to judge if something was good or not, he merely went with what his gut said and chose between ‘me gusta’ and ‘no me gusta’ rather easily. “You’re pretty good Garbear, no wonder you have that silent yet awesome artist air surrounding you.” He chuckled and nabbed Gareth’s ribs softly as means of light teasing before holding the camera up and smooching at it while taking another photo. “There you go, another thing to shred.” He grinned and once again offered the camera back. “But what are you doing here anyway? Came to invite me out? Oh you shouldn’t have Garbear, I’m totally free though so you’re lucky. Where are you taking me?” He squeezed his arm between Gareth’s to hug it tightly while he rested his head on his shoulder. Clearly the wave of tranquility was gone and it was time for another session. “I swear I’ll behave.” He added as an extra bit, but well knowing Cass… it was impossible to tell.

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Gareth frowned when Cass started his acting career; though it seemed natural for the younger boy to joke around, it made Gareth slightly uncomfortable. Just slightly, but it was there. ”You're not smiling right now,” he pointed out. ”Though I suppose joking around is the same thing...” Judging by how much Gareth was talking, Cass wasn't annoying him too much. He was normally as silent as a stone statue, unless he was answering questions in class or apologizing to someone for making them trip or... something. ”I never actually said that I didn't like you, Cass...” he said slowly, avoiding the word love like it was the plague. It was true, though. Though Gareth sure acted like it, he had never really voiced that he disliked Cass, and even considered him a sort of friend. Of course, there was a reason that the sort of was tacked on there...

It was a little disturbing to have the taller man on his knees, and even though Gareth was making an effort not to blush again, his cheeks betrayed him. ”Y-yeah, I guess so...” he mumbled, not really realizing what Cass had said until a few second later. ”But I look terrified in that picture,” he said hastily, trying to cover up his mistake. It didn't help one bit that a lot of other students were staring at them. They had a reason to stare – it wasn't every day that you saw a student on his knees and another being generally awkward – but it still made Gareth unhappy. ”Just... stand up already, Cass. People are staring!” he hissed. Why did this guy always have to do this to him? Embarrass Gareth in front of so many other people? And be sure, it was always in front of an audience, whether that was intentional on Ciaran's part or not. Though now that he thought about it, it could have been intentional on his own part too. He didn't really want to end up alone with Cass; who knew what the younger student would do?

Now that Cass was standing up again, less people were staring, but there were still enough that Gareth didn't like it. By his nature, he despised attention, and Cass wrapping his arm around him really didn't help with the whole fading into the background thing. ”You can have a copy of it, but if it ends up on my locker, I'm not going to be happy,” he said, pausing for a moment before leaning his head against Ciaran's shoulder. It was uncomfortable to keep his head straight, seeing as with the other student's arm around him, he couldn't lean against the window. As a photographer, Gareth was good at staying still for long periods of time, but it was normally sitting in the grass or something like that. Without the window to lean on, the third year didn't really have any other options. ”And I was just taking pictures of the city... nothing much.” The tiny camera was the one that he only used for school, so it wouldn't have any of his more important pictures on it. The sunsets and the stuffed animals – the things that meant a lot to Gareth – had all been taken with the Polaroid, and since that type of camera didn't save pictures anyway, everything that meant anything to him was safely tucked in an album that he probably still hadn't unpacked yet. No one would find them unless Gareth showed it to them, and Gareth only showed his real pictures to people that meant as much as his camera.

”Awesome yet artistic? So art can't be awesome?” he asked quietly, half joking and half serious. ”And I was here to take pictures, not to ask you out.” Why in the world would Gareth ask Cass on a date, when he had only ever been on a few dates with other people? For one, he wasn't at all experienced in asking people, and if he had even tried to ask Cass anywhere, it would have ended up with a lot of stuttering and blushing and tripping over his own feet. And that would be just plain embarrassing. Gareth shuddered at the thought; the main reason he would probably never ask Cass out on a date. And, of course... ”I barely know you. I'm not taking you anywhere.” Head still on the taller boy's shoulder, Gareth took the camera back once again, staring at the picture Cass had took without any visible change in expression. Why did he look so... happy? Once upon a time, Gareth had been sure that Cass would never get him to smile, and that he was just an annoying prat. But here was the evidence that not only could the younger boy make Gareth smile for the camera, but Gareth was actually willingly leaning against him. What sort of hole had formed in the universe to make this happen?

"It's not possible for you to behave. Simple as that."

[ciaran cassidy corbett]

So much for ditching class and school… earlier today Cass figured he would be sitting on a bar sharing drinks with random friends by now but here he was, still inside the art studio stalking Gareth like there was no tomorrow to stalk him. Well, it couldn’t be considered ‘stalking’ entirely, as Cass genuinely found him by chance this time… this time. He had a tendency to put everything aside when there was the chance to bug Gareth just like now. He was risking getting caught outside class and in an academy like La Lumneuse it wasn’t exactly seen with good eyes. Plus, Cass had a very bad record in each and every class and skipping History of Art just added another black spot to his already bruised file. He didn’t mind though, it was worth it, especially since Cass was pretty sure he was growing up on Garbear. The other male was mostly annoyed or angry whenever Cass was about but not so much lately. Cass wasn’t the best judge of character but he could tell when someone simply wanted him away from their sight. Garbear still wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine whenever he was around but at least he wasn’t threatening him with a restriction order. That would be kinda sad…

Their position was rather comfortable for Cass. Despite popular belief and urban myths that surrounded Cass he was actually a very touchy feely person so wrapping his arm around Garbear and having the other’s head resting against his shoulder was very, very comfortable. He didn’t go around hugging Anouk in public or anything like that because he had a good feeling the fellow artist would feel choked by him. But such restriction was lifted with Gareth. He started hugging him and rubbing his cheek against the other male almost as soon as he met him mostly because he knew it would annoy him; later on Cass found himself enjoying it just for the trolling fucks and did it on a regular basis. But speaking of Anouk, Cass had the feeling that lately she had been unhappier than usual. He knew the girl was bothered by something and she seemed to dislike it when he shamelessly flirted with Gareth. There wasn’t much Cass could do about that though, unless Anouk explained what happened to him and if it really had to do with him flirting with Garbear. But… well… Cass really liked being around Gareth… not the in the way he liked being around Anouk, or in the way he liked being around the princess and snow white. Not even in the way he liked being around Sam or Luca. It was like an injection of something different outside parties and outside drinking and while it wasn’t outside his ‘teasing’ circle it wasn’t just the same.

“I barely know you too, and I would take you anywhere.” His smile this time was probably lost to Gareth as Cass was staring ahead at the door where a couple students stopped to chit chat while shooting them amused discreet glances. Again, Cass just felt like basking on the fact that he was the center of attention… well he and Gareth. Gareth’s last statement made him pull away from the comfortable embrace. Shooting a very amused yet defying look at Gareth he placed his hands on his hips in a very Peter Pan-ish way. “Hey! I so can behave if I want.” The mocking smile on his face was saying otherwise, but with Cass it was always hard to tell. “I’ll prove it to you. Let’s go out.” Well if Gar wasn’t inviting him then he could very well be the one with the initiative. “We can go out and find something you can photograph… or you can just take pictures of me.” He winked at the other before turning his head and motioning towards a stash of unfinished paintings. “Plus, I need to find some muse. All my paintings have been made of fail lately.” The bunch of abandoned projects which seemed to belong to him weren’t all that bad. In fact a few professors had expressed that they had potential to turn into great works for an art student but Cass was just not pleased with any of that. Despite the fact that he led a carefree and active life there were still things that piled up on him and served to tamper his wishes to pain. The main one would have to be the problems with Alexei and Anouk but knowing Cass, someone would have to threaten to chop his legs off for him to admit than anything was wrong. “So? What do you say?” He asked while reaching for Garbear’s hand and pulling it up so it rested against Cass’s cheek. The cat-like motion was just another sign of how comfortable Cass was around the other male, even if Gar didn’t exactly share the feeling.

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[gareth nash brace]

That was definitely... unexpected. Or was it? Nothing about Cass was really predictable other than the fact that he would always say something random, which Gareth had eventually grown used to. How couldn't he? Getting angry all the time was tiring to him; it took away all the energy that he normally used for studying and talking with his friends during those rare moments of sociability. It wasn't at all good for either his grades or his non existent social life that Cass was claiming all that energy for himself by making Gareth angry every chance he got. So what else could Gareth do than stop getting angry? Cass still got the same amount of time from the third year's life that he always did, but at least now he wasn't always so tired and irritable. Of course, the lack of anger also made him a lot more comfortable around Cass, so he was guessing that the younger boy wouldn't be leaving any time soon. But Gareth could deal with that, hell, he might even miss Cass if he left. The first year was one of Gareth's only connections to the more social side of the school, and though he was still slightly annoying, at least Gareth's life wasn't always so monotone anymore.

Once Cass pulled away, Gareth went back to leaning on the window. It felt kind of cold after being close to another person for so long, but Gareth wasn't about to complain about the lack of contact. If it meant he could avoid being touched, he'd take a cold window any day. The photographer had already opened his mouth to respond when Ciaran's next little outburst came flying at him. ”... Go out? You're kidding, right?” he asked, skeptical. Wasn't Cass always kidding? Though the list of options of what they could do made Gareth think that maybe, there was some slim chance that Cass was being serious for once, in his own twisted way. It would be a nice break from the constant joking and tromping all over Gareth's nerves, but... a date would probably do the same thing. Wear Gareth down, that was. And once again, who knew what Cass would do when they were alone? Gareth didn't have that much trust in him yet. But there was that little word again, presenting the possibility that maybe things would change in the future. And who knew? Cass had already gotten this far with Gareth; there was a large possibility that he would get farther. Though, if Cass took anything bigger than baby steps, little Gareth's paranoia would probably kick in again. Issues, they could be called. That whole relationship problem... In the back of his mind, Gareth wondered if Cass had noticed his reluctance to get involved yet. It was similar to the way he tended to ignore people and separate himself from the world, but at the same time, it was its own thing entirely.

”So you're saying that we'd model for eachother?” he asked slowly, unsure if he had understood Cass right. It was true that Gareth needed more people pictures and that Cass would probably be a good subject, but Gareth wasn't sure that he was comfortable being on the other side of the camera. Or, in this case, paintbrush. It was only fair, but the photographer didn't like being a subject. So he had asked a question to clarify it, like he always did. It was a little distressing that Cass wanted an answer without giving Gareth time to think about it, but he didn’t really want to upset the other student… ”I… I guess that sounds okay,” he said quietly. His first real date in about five years, and it was with Cass? Seriously? ”Can’t be that bad...” he mumbled, more to himself than Cass, letting his hand stay on the taller boy’s cheek. It wasn’t that Gareth was uncomfortable around Cass, it was just those issues popping up again. If he hadn’t seen his dad’s shitty lifestyle when he was a child, he would probably be as comfortable with touching as Cass was. Well, probably less than that… but there was a valid point there. ”Where do you want to go?” And why the hell was he agreeing with this?

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You're kidding, right? It was a phrase that Cass was entirely too familiar with. Half of the times something came out of his mind the reaction was ‘are you kidding?’ or something along those lines. It was amusing for Cass as he indeed kid half of the time while the other half he actually went through with that he was saying. There was no telling when which one would be happening though as he was also very well known for being unpredictable and a bit on the crazy side. But no, this time he wasn’t kidding. He wanted to go out with Gareth and like it happened with whatever it was he wanted, he tried and tried until he got it. The method didn’t work every time and usually people ended up thoroughly annoyed by his persistence. Some other times he got a compliment on just how infinitely and annoyingly keen he could be on getting things… ok it wasn’t so much of a compliment but Cass just took anything that was said about him as a good thing.

“Yup, modeling for each other…” He nodded even though that one part of his suggestion had been a joke. If Gareth was considering the ‘date’ because of that then he didn’t mind at all. The part that wasn’t a joke was Cass needing some serious muse pump up and even though he would actually love to paint Gareth he doubted the other would agree and therefore made the comment without even thinking that Garbear would consider it. Well in the end it was all good for Cass, as long as he got some entertainment for the afternoon. He was a firm believer along with Sam and Anouk that parties formed part of a person’s basic activities but sometimes his sweet farm kid interior kicked in and he would rather spend the afternoon outdoors, painting, or just resting under a tree. Mind you… it was a once a month happening so no one really knew that side of him yet. After considering the several options that could bring that bitch of a muse back the only one he was left with was spending some time outside, and this was the perfect time to do so.

He hadn’t even considered where he wanted to go though, so when Garbear shot the question he caught Cass a little by surprise. Lifting his gaze to the adorned ceiling he absentmindedly reached for Gareth’s other hand and intertwined their fingers while again rocking on his heels and pulling Garbear into the gentle sway. “Weeeeeeeell….” He started, again with the enlarged vocals as it would emphasize what he wanted to say. Not that he needed emphasis… Cass was loud enough as it was. “I could always kidnap you and take you to my place…” He smirked while pulling Garbear a bit too close but continued with the rocking movements and pushed him back again. “No, I said I’d behave. Hmmmm I wanted to go to Tui… To… Oh lord I hate French.” He rolled his eyes, remembering he had the same pronunciation problem with Anouk, but he had been drunk that time; alcohol couldn’t be used as an excuse this one time. “Tu-i-le-ri-es Gardens!” He exclaimed, practically spelling the word out of annoyance at his own fail!French. It was surprising how he nailed a spot at La Lumineuse seeing his French could be compared to a five year old’s. “That’s where I wanna go. Let me pick my stuff up and we’ll leave! But don’t move!” He said in some sort of rush as he released Gareth’s hands and practically ran out of the art studio.

Anyone seeing him skid down the hallways like he was doing at the moment would think Cass was running for his life. It wasn’t such a dire situation but Cass had the feeling that if he wasn’t quick Gareth would take the chance to escape and then he would have to hunt him down like an animal and drag him away. Back on his locker Cass drew out some of the materials he had dropped barely half an hour ago along with some other things and stuffed them inside his messenger bag. The race back upstairs was as worth taping as the previous one had been. Cass’s sneakers helped him not slid down the polished floor and make a clean stop in front of the art studio where he had left Garbear merely a couple minutes ago. “I’m ready!” He said, holding up the bag with a triumphant air and waited for Gareth to walk out with him.

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[gareth nash brace]

Gareth couldn't remember the last time he had been on a date. Highschool? Probably tenth grade or something, when he had still been attempting to fit in normally with society. Of course, that hadn't really ended well, but he didn't look back on his past these days. He was in Paris, in an exclusive school for artists from all around the world; why would he look back on his horrible childhood? Well, it hadn't been that horrible... but still, compared to his life now? This was like heaven, save for the fact that Cass had just managed to get him to go on a date. ”Won't we get in trouble for skipping school?” He was back to mumbling and blushing, so Cass probably hadn't heard him. Great, just great. Why had he agreed to this? He didn't like Cass that way, he was sure of it! And yet he was being dragged on a date by Ciaran, the most annoying person in Gareth's life right now.

If he spoke at anything above a whisper, he was sure that he would start yelling or crying or something generally embarrassing to do at school in front of other students. So Gareth stayed quiet, counting on the fact that Cass couldn't hear his quiet complaints over the racket he was already making by answering Gareth's question. He didn't really mind the rocking motion that Cass was pulling him into, though it caused more people to stare at them. Oh well. Gareth was sure that after spending enough time with the painter, he'd eventually get used to people staring. Not that he would be spending that much time with him, that was. They weren't dating or anything. Why did he have to trip over his own thoughts, too? It was all Ciaran's fault, he was sure of it... he just didn't know why. It only happened when he was around this guy, but Gareth didn't love him or anything. It had to be something else. Maybe he was just so annoyed that he was having trouble thinking? He didn't have a clue. ”Not your place.” He still didn't trust Cass that much, no matter how much the younger student promised that he could behave. Gareth simply didn't believe him, there was nothing more to it.

Gareth wasn't the best with French either, it being his third language and everything, but he knew enough that he could maneuver around Paris without making a fool of himself. English was his first language, so he was fluent in it, and he used it around the school whenever possible. Welsh was his second, and he good speak a good amount of it, though it wasn't at all formal and full of slang and English words shoved into the oddest places. French, as a third language, was horribly choppy and hell to speak, though he still tried his best and managed a good amount of it. He would be fine if left alone in Paris and only relying on speech... the other parts, such as pick pockets, violence, and the simple fact that he freaked out when he was lost? Yeah, so maybe he wouldn't do very well if he was dumped into the middle of the large French city. He blinked back to reality as Cass let go of his hands and ran out, having only heard the simple command to stay where he was and nothing more. Where was Ciaran going?

By the time the painter got back, Gareth had already taken a few uncertain steps towards the door. Yes, he had been considering leaving, why wouldn't he? He really didn't want to go on a date with this guy, no matter how well he was behaving so far. ”Okay...” he said quietly, walking towards Cass. Well, if he was lucky, they'd get in trouble for skipping school and he wouldn't have to go anywhere, and certainly not on a date. Sure, he wanted to see the Tuileries Gardens... but he could do it on his own time. He didn't want to go with Cass, but oh well. He would just hope for the best, because that was all he could do, right?

Though let it be said that he made as much noise as possible while walking down the hall.