TRAINWRECK [koby]

[fiore andreas ghirlandaio]

“Byeee!” Fiore’s almost musical voice echoed through the hallways as the group of students he had been hanging out with up until now turned around the corner and disappeared, off to their homes most likely. Fiore then let his hand drop the side in an almost tired fashion before returning to the recording studio where he had been working up until now. It could be called working or you know, playing if seen from a professor’s perspective. Fiore had been tucked up inside the studio for the entire day, mixing and playing with the sound console as his classmates sang a few songs he had written. He was of course no sound engineer but they were still learning right? All in all it had been a fun afternoon.

But it was afternoon now, and Fiore found himself not quite wanting to leave just yet. The hallways were almost empty except for the few students who had classes until late and the overachievers who lingered on the library. Fiore was neither but he didn’t want to get home just yet. Home meant dealing with his brother and while he loved him as much as someone could love a brother Fiore was pretty sure the other wasn’t all too comfortable with his presence in his palace of cleanliness. So the recording studio would have to do until he was hungry enough to go food hunting.

A full hour passed before Fiore started feeling that nagging hunger creeping on his stomach. A loud growl coming from his belly forced him to stop the song writing process abruptly. Good thing he was pretty much by himself, otherwise a very visible and annoying red tint would’ve appeared on his face. Ok, screw this, as much as he loved having a random bout of inspiration that would make him write an awesome song he also loved his food and his gastritis free stomach. As soon as he started picking up his stuff though a rather random yet truthful thought assaulted him: he was alone. Swallowing hard Fiore tried to control his overactive imagination. There were no psychopaths around the corner, there were no monsters hiding behind the door and certainly there was no group of mobsters ready to kidnap him as soon as he stepped out. It was just that fear for the unknown you know? It was also very childish and he was sure all of his siblings would point and laugh at him in a mean way if they ever learned about Fiore’s little fear of being alone.

Gathering all of his stuff, Fiore rushed to shove everything inside the messenger bag in a messy way. Continuous glances were shot at the door every few seconds or whenever Fiore had the impression a strange noise came from outside. The first time he dismissed it, the second time he stared at the door for a few seconds but the third time his heart skipped a few beats and like deer on headlights he glued his eyes at the door. Footsteps, that was for sure. Instead of thinking what any normal student would think and assume someone else was around Fiore’s mind instantly traveled to ideas of murder and kidnappings. Obviously his family history had messed up with his mind a little bit more than he thought. “Who’s there? Whoever it is, please don’t kill me?” He asked, rather lamely but managing to hide the very slight tremble in his noise. This is exactly why he should’ve learned how to handle a gun but nooooo, mom and dad thought it wasn’t alright!

WORDS! 596
STATUS! complete
TAGS! bubbles & kobeh!
NOTES! <333333333333
INSPIRATION! whatchalisteningto?!
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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[koby asher mannix]

Just a few hours after bumping into Ike Nowak and managing to get away from him somehow, Koby had realized that the music student’s sheet had fallen into his own folder. The fact that Ike was a music student was not mentioned, but looking at the different musical sheets, similar to ones that Luke seemed to have made him realize that he had entangled with a music student. Now, Koby didn’t have anything against music, he was a music lover just like anyone else (although it may not have seemed like it because everyone thought Koby enjoyed watching puppies being killed), he just hardly showed it. And for good reason to because all the new artists that were showing themselves out were only acting like sex crazed maniacs; he didn’t like this at all. For him, music was not much of a subject, not many people were born with fantastic vocal abilities, but you could learn some couldn’t you? With the right music coach and a trainer, you could become the next synthesized pop sensation! Maybe Koby had no right to think like, maybe he didn’t have to think all music people were scum, but he did and that was just the way that his mind worked. If people didn’t like him because of that then so be it, he was just trying to show people that music wasn’t everything. Those who argued with him probably had the great argument that this was the reason as to why Koby was so boring.

He had hoped during the entire day that he would manage to find a glimpse of Ike anywhere, in the cafeteria, in the writing halls because Koby didn’t want to go to the music department at all. In school, Koby and Luke avoided each other as much as possible, never going into each other’s departments, never smiling at each other; if they ever did have the chance of a meeting at school, it would always be them passing each other. Koby hardly ever even looked at his own brother in school, what reason would there be for him to do anything like that? But this time, today out of all days when all Koby wanted to do was to go home and eat something while working on his final assignment, today was the day when he had to pay his brothers’ department a visit. Koby didn’t want to be in charge of Ike’s music sheets, what if he accidentally lost them? He didn’t want to be the one responsible for everything that happened and if Luke forgot to give Ike the papers if Koby had asked him to give them? Then what would happen? Even more so, it would be Koby’s fault and not Luke’s.

Sighing, he walked through the halls, head down, and little pouch of a bag still swinging from his body as he took each step into the music department. He noticed something different in this department though, it seemed much…lighter than all the departments he had been in (guaranteed it was only the writing department, but it was still much lighter than that!) Opening the closest door he could find, he was bound to find Ike in one of the rooms at least, he heard someone speaking, words flung at him. Raising an eyebrow, he peered in and rolled his eyes. “The mafia attack was a few weeks ago, I think we’re all safe now.” Looking down at the sheets in his hand, he let out a slight cough. “You wouldn’t happen to know an Ike Nowak would you?” It was better to start asking someone instead of trying every single door in this entire place.

tagged/fiore<3
word count/612!
thoughts/eeeeep!<3

[fiore andreas ghirlandaio]

Alright, his paranoia had been unfounded and rather childish now that he thought about it but it’s not like Fiore could flip his fears on and off like a switch. He left that for weird people and he wanted to think he fell under the normal category. Normal people had fears of course so why shouldn’t he? The relieved sigh that came out of his lips was proof that he was more than glad to find someone non-threatening. Well… ok, this guy could probably still kick his ass into oblivion but by the looks of it those weren’t his intentions and Fiore had no reason to think they were.

As he usually did with people, Fiore took a few precious seconds to analyze the person in front of him. It was a habit that stuck from his family just like the ‘being on time’ thing and the ‘not liking orders’ thing. Perhaps the last one was more exclusive to him but Fiore wanted to think it ran in the family. But anyway, back to the situation at hand. Fiore’s blue eyes scanned the guy for a second before reaching a rather fast conclusion: he wasn’t a music student. It was kinda easy to tell even after roaming these halls for merely a week. Fiore hadn’t seen many students from other arts except when he passed by down the cafeteria but he had lingered around music students to know who belonged and who didn’t belong here. Another habit that Fiore picked up from his siblings was that of classifying things. Music students to him fell in two categories: the tattooed/crazy/angry at the world/partying/rockstars, and the rest. Ok, that was pretty vague but it totally made sense in Fiore’s mind. He was packed with ‘the rest’ of course, as he didn’t even sing or was angry at the world. The student in front of him didn’t look like the typical musician either but he certainly didn’t like any musician at all.

A very soft and nervous chuckle escaped Fiore’s lips at the mafia attack comment. He wasn’t as good as everyone else when it came down to hiding secrets hence why he thought it was a very good idea his father decided to let him out of the whole family deal. He would be spilling things here and there and not even on purpose which would make things rather hard for him and maybe even deadly. “Yeah… heh heh… the mafia attack… I wasn’t here for it so…” Fiore gave a little nervous shrug at this while looking away for something to distract his eyes with. “…so maybe my paranoia comes from other place. But yeah… we’re safe.” He said with what almost sounded as a nonchalant tone of voice, or well, it would’ve sound nonchalant if it didn’t have a tint of insecurity. If only people knew his brother had been in the middle of the whole deal. It was a rather creepy thought, to have a potential murderer walking among the hallways and no one knowing about it but you. Good thing Fiore was aware his brother and the other student who were part of the mafia and were still around the school weren’t monsters or anything like that, otherwise his morals would’ve been in a serious predicament.

“Uh…” By now Fiore’s gaze returned to the other student, very glad that a completely unrelated question was asked. “Ike Nowak… tall, always smiling and with a kind of a meerkat face?” Fiore spoke with his Italian accent while wrinkling his nose in a rather failed attempt to show how a meerkat face should look. “If that’s the guy yeah, he was assigned to be my tutor. Did you need something? He headed home around half an hour ago though, so you’ll have to wait until later unless it’s something I can help you with.” His friendly and helpful demeanor was nothing like the shifty and jumpy attitude he had a minute ago. It was just another student so there was no need to get defensive right? “I’m sorry you are…” Old habits die hard and Fiore didn’t like to talk to an anonymous person. It was also normal manners of course and so Fiore smiled pleasantly and extended his hand for the other to take. He was still relatively new so… why not meet new people even if they scared the hell out of him a few minutes ago?

WORDS! 738
STATUS! complete
TAGS! bubbles & kobeh!
NOTES! i think i didn't give you much to work with D:
INSPIRATION! nothing!
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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[koby asher mannix]

The moment he had entered the room, Koby hadn’t noticed anything unusual, it was normal to what people would see in a common recording studio. Some small booths with microphone stands and microphones in them, those machines that were used to change slight things, auto tune voices and do whatever it was they did. It was quite comfy in comparison to all the classrooms that Koby spent most of his time in. The classrooms were structured and then designed the way every teacher (or owner) of the classroom wanted it to be designed. All the writing classrooms seemed like normal classrooms in a natural high school from everywhere around the world, seats, tables, two to a table – though Koby sat alone- and he liked it that way. Differences made Koby feel uncomfortable, he didn’t like new things happening in his life, it was just the way he liked things. Structured, the same and quite sophisticated looking too.

Once he was done looking around the place he had just entered, he took a look at the boy that he had just managed to stumble upon. He was tall, a bit taller than Koby. Koby wasn’t much of a tall guy, he had toned arms but that was about it; he hadn’t really received the tall genes in the family and that was the way it was. The boy also had some sort of scruff around his face, it wasn’t all too noticeable, but it looked…all right on him? He supposed at least. OK…what in the world was Koby doing? Why was he even bothering to look at this guy? Maybe it was because he was the first one to initiate the conversation by asking a question about Ike? Maybe…but he didn’t like it at all. So Koby looked around the small room once more. Being an eighteen year old, he wasn’t much of a person to try to get anywhere with people, teenagers…what could you really do about them right?

His weird, very weird thoughts were interrupted by the boy’s chuckle, there was something different in the way he chuckled but Koby didn’t want to investigate further; he wasn’t someone who actually cared about what other people said or did. He didn’t want to know anything about another person unless it was absolute necessary; like those trust exercises that teachers and mentors made you do just to make sure that you understood the necessity of having people in your life. He hated those trust exercises. He nodded his head at the boy, not knowing what else to say. Should he reply or shouldn’t he? That was always the main question in his head, should he talk to a person or shouldn’t he? It was always a complicated battle in his mind and it annoyed him because sometimes (yes, sometimes!) moments when he wanted to talk to a person and other times there weren’t. “We’re safe.” He repeated the words though because were they really safe? Who knew if it would all happen again? He was glad that himself and Luke weren’t a part of anything that happened, it was better that way. If they were a part of everything and something went wrong…then Koby, as usual, would blame himself for most of the things that would follow soon enough.

The description of Ike wanted to make him laugh, of course the kid…the elder guy, sorry, of course he looked like a meerkat! He hadn’t even really thought about him like that. Suddenly, Koby almost, just almost cracked a smile but it looked more like a grimace when he tried to pull his lips back down into their normal position. The next few words he hadn’t expected and he almost wanted to let out an annoyed sigh, stupid Nowak. Did he have to go home this early? Almost rolling his eyes, he looked down at the boy’s hand that was suddenly extended and Koby stood still for a second. He hardly shook someone’s hand, it wasn’t something that was done usually towards him, people tended to run instead of embrace him and he liked it this way. But the boy in front of him hadn’t still gotten used to his…his ways. Extending his hand slowly, unsure of why he was actually doing this; he held a firm grip on the boy’s hand before speaking. “Koby.” Once his name was out, he extracted his hand from the others’ grip, before looking back down at the sheets in his hand. “If you see Ike, can you give these to him please?” Extending his other hand with the sheets in front of him, he waited for the boy to take them so that he could move on and carry on with his own life.

tagged/fiore<3
word count/789!
thoughts/aaah, no worries!<3

[fiore andreas ghirlandaio]

Fiore never really took into account how different people form different majors could be. While he did pay attention to details most of the times said details belonged to things that surrounded him closely, he didn’t pay attention to everything. His mind tended to wander far and away as soon as he stepped out of the classroom so no one could expect much of him when it came to details. As such he didn’t even know how the art classrooms looked like, or the writing classrooms for that matter. He did imagine it just like he imagined one of these days he’d be able to get a flying skateboard in a Back to the Future style, or maybe even a robo-girlfriend… ok that was going too far but it’s not like he could put a break to what he thought about sometimes.

Just like now. As Koby examined him Fiore couldn’t help but do the same. After reaching the ‘no music student’ conclusion he let his mind go a bit beyond. The guy was short but not my much which would make things convenient if they ever… eh… mind wandering to the infinity and beyond again. Fiore also noticed his eye color, clothing, and the fact that he looked well, pretty neat to put it bluntly. If he was a lot more open and maybe a bit shameless he would’ve made a comment and a direct move at the guy but Fiore wasn’t like that. He also noticed the pulled back smile that appeared on the other’s face once he mentioned the meerkat comment. “Probably shouldn’t have said that. Sorry, I need a verbal buffer sometimes.” Fiore rubbed the back of his head sheepishly while shaking Koby’s hand. Strange name, Koby. Then again, there wasn’t a Fiore in every corner so who was he to judge names. “I’m Fiore, nice to meet you~” There it was, the musical tone again. It’s not like he could help it either, and most people didn’t mind it… well most and Fiore usually ignored those who did mind.

“Huh?” He looked down at the sheets and took them from Koby’s hand, flipping them over to have a good look at them. “Hey… these are mine. I wrote this song for an assignment…” He said with a slight frown, not quite happy at finding his lyrics in the hands of a stranger. Well alright, Koby wasn’t a complete stranger anymore but it wasn’t the point right now. “Why do you have them? It was supposed to be some… prototype song or something. You didn’t read them did you?” Fiore’s temper was beginning to take a hold of him but he didn’t let it go that far. It wasn’t Koby’s fault and there could be a thousand reasons why he ended up with the lyrics he gave to Ike. The older student was supposed to give him a quick review and then he would work on them a bit more so they would be nice and polished for a class presentation. “I just wanted to keep them for a special occasion…” He mumbled softly, letting his lower lip drop slightly in a pouty fashion while washing away the bad temper and feeling it replaced with disappointment all while ignoring the fact that Koby probably didn’t care for what he kept the lyrics for or what he wrote them for to begin with. Now Fiore would be forced to kill Ike. No wait, that sounded too mafia, he’d just probably nag him and squeeze a free meal out of his tutor for the slip. “Where they any good?” Fiore finished his questioning without giving much chance for Koby to reply to the first question until now. The last question was flashed with a tiny bit of hope as by now his not-so-well hidden complex was beginning to hit. Not that he needed constant reassuring but having someone completely strange telling him that his writing didn’t completely suck would’ve been good…

WORDS! 663
STATUS! complete
TAGS! bubbles & kobeh!
NOTES! koby has so many chances to be mean now xDDD
INSPIRATION! nothing!
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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[koby asher mannix]

Out of all the people Koby had met, this boy was probably…well he was literally nothing, as of yet. He didn’t see anything all too interesting in this boy; he just seemed like Ike, one of those overly happy, weirdly nice people who wanted to be good for others. But this really wasn’t anything new because no one in Paris seemed to have sparked an interest in Koby, they all ere just dim little bulbs which were trying their hardest to shine but couldn’t even get to another level because it was too difficult for them to do so. He was sure he hardly ever sparked an interest in the people he met too; he was just pretty bland wasn’t he? “Yeah, you probably do need one.” He had no idea why he was making flippant conversation with this boy when all he wanted to do was to give the papers back to Ike, which couldn’t happen now since the boy had already gone home, and then go home himself to eat and have a shower before finishing off some more work. Was it so much to ask for? He nodded his head, not responding to the guy when he introduced himself in his musical tone; instead he winced a little, because it was not nice to meet him and he didn’t really care. But of course, Koby being Koby, he couldn’t’ really say that now could he? Otherwise he would have to spend some more time speaking to this boy.

There, once the papers were handed over to the boy and he grasped them in his hand, Koby was all set to push his little self out of the door and on the way home, but then Fiore had to go and speak. Even though the boy himself didn’t spark any interest, his name sparked an interest in Koby. It was foreign, different to all the names he had heard out there before and he liked that. Not enough to smile or something, but he liked it, and the name seemed to suit the boy the more Koby looked at his features. An eyebrow was raised upwards as Fiore said that the music sheets were his. Well then, that was great right? It wasn’t as if he did anything with them, so why was Fiore looking a bit…weirded out? At least Koby gave them back to him right? While the boy continued to speak, Koby waited until he finished, he didn’t like speaking in between and then other things being said.

Letting out a little scoff he shook his head. “I do have better things to do than read some stupid music sheets, alright? I found them in my folder so I returned it, and even better, I returned them to you, the one who created it, so be happy alright?” He rolled his eyes, letting out another scoff, he couldn’t even read music symbols even if it depended on his life, he didn’t really care about music. He almost wanted to crack a grim smile, or even a smirk when he asked him if they were any good, because he was sure they wouldn’t be at all. When you wee a first year, nothing was good, and even if you were a second year student or even a third year one. He didn’t know which year Fiore was in, but he was sure it was close to him, so he was sure that his music wouldn’t be as good anyway. “You’re only what…a first year, second year…? I didn’t have to read it, but I’m sure it’s pretty horrible anyway."

tagged/fiore<3
word count/602!
thoughts/awe Koby was being as mean as he could!

[fiore andreas ghirlandaio]

Oh-kay, talk about a 180° turn! Alright, it wasn’t as dramatic as his mind made it sound but Fiore was a little surprised at Koby’s reply. It’s not like he was attacking him or anything. He did get a little upset at the fact that a stranger turned up with something that was important for him but he managed to calm down and look at things rationally. Was he rude at Koby? No, probably not, then the only plausible explanation was that Koby was pretty much an ass. If he was, then why he bothered to come all the way here and deliver some music sheets that he had no business with? …unless he was Ike’s friend. Fiore was still pretty new to the academy and he hadn’t really gathered many friends but he talked to Ike on a regular basis and Koby didn’t seem (from what he could tell from this fast five minutes-long conversation) like the type of guy that Ike would befriend.

Lifting an eyebrow and pulling the now full bag across his chest so it would hang loosely, Fiore shot Koby a half amused look. “Wow talk about speech buffers. Someone needs to get laid!” Fiore exclaimed with an amused tone of voice while lifting an index and quickly tapped it against Koby’s nose. “I would so love to help you with that, but you might try to kill me in my sleep or something worse.” He chuckled while taking another look at the music sheets and carefully storing them in a folder. “Is this where people wonder ‘oh why is he being so mean to me?’ and look at you with sad puppy eyes? Maybe then they try to peek inside your life and try to find out why you’re such an ass?” The whole situation shouldn’t have been as amusing as it was, but Fiore had dealt with being picked on his entire childhood and he wasn’t as receptive as mean treatment as others were; not unless people hit certain nerves, then he went spiraling down in a free fall of misery. This wasn’t the case though.

“For starters, they’re not ‘stupid music sheets’ ok? They’re my music sheets and they happen to be what will pay for my rent and food for the rest of my life. Secondly, amico, you’re probably a first year as well and I don’t know where your confidence is but mines tell me my stuff is good enough to earn me a place in this academy. How can you be sure it’s horrible if you haven’t read it anyway? If you want me, or anyone to take your harsh pissy boy/angry at the world/I hate everyone attitude seriously at least get a solid basis.” He said while pushing the folder against Koby’s chest. “And you know what? I planned to help you with this but if you’re going to give me that attitude forget it. Give them back to ike yourself, or throw them away, or use them to make little paper boats and sink them on the rain. I don’t care. Your pretty green eyes don’t give you the right to talk like that about other people's work.” He released the folder whether Koby caught it or let it fall was up to him. Fiore’s slightly amused attitude was now raging in slightly pissed off but not quite there yet, after all he still had enough good mood to slink in a joke or two about sleeping with Koby and his green eyes. One thing was for sure though, no one dissed his lyrics and worse, no one dissed his lyrics without even reading them.

Standing by the door Fiore pushed it open and stood next to it, staring at Koby with an odd combination of amusement and lack of patience he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Ladies first.” He said simply, not even trying to be funny or caustic, just a way of asking Koby to exit the room as he was about to lock it. Did everyone was so bitter in this school? If it was the case then Fiore would feel really tempted to go back to play with his imaginary friends and become a social outcast…

WORDS! 705
STATUS! complete
TAGS! bubbles & kobeh!
NOTES! you can kinda tell fiore wants to jump at him xD but i stopped him!
INSPIRATION! nothing!
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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[koby asher mannix]

Being the way that he was meant that Koby had no friends. His mind wanted to push people away but there was some sort of yearning inside of him that made him want to have friends, someone whom he could just say anything and everything to. Guaranteed there was Maisie but Koby hadn’t seen the blonde, eighteen year old in quite a while and didn’t even know if she was still in the Academy or not. He definitely was not friends with Isaac Nowak and he was definitely not going to make friends with this guy in front of him either, what was the point? He seemed to hold no interest in the eyes of Koby, and Koby needed someone interesting in his life to make him feel good about himself instead of wasting time with anyone. But sadly there was no one yet, so he was putting education as his first and foremost priority.

His cheeks sucked themselves inward instantly, how many times had he heard that he needed to get laid from his own brother? And now he was hearing it from this stranger? His eyes were crossed over as he took a look at his nose before quickly wiping it, an angry look on his face as Fiore touched it. He didn’t like people touching him. “Don’t touch me.” Yes he needed to get laid, yes he needed a girlfriend or something, but no one would ever see Koby in that way. As a youngster he had braces and was all too lanky and far too skinny, people made fun of him and no one took an interest in him. He was just another geek that needed to die or move away so that everyone popular could get on with their lives. He just wasn’t interesting enough for someone to like him, he was a geek and it was seen nowadays that geeks weren’t all too important. He raised an eyebrow; for once he had been stunned. He liked the idea of someone trying to push him down but it didn’t feel all too good, however, Koby wasn’t going to let this slide pass. “No actually, they take their stupid work and leave, I’m sure that’s what you want to do now.”

He held onto the folder that was pushed against his sheet with wide eyes, not liking this at the moment. He liked being the one in charge but this time he wasn’t and Fiore was thee one in charge…when did something like this ever happen? He let out a chuckle though, a harsh one, when Fiore commented on his eyes. “I’ll just throw them away, I’ve got much better things to do than look for Ike who’ll end up giving them to you anyway.” He rolled his eyes and whilst walking out the door, not bothering to comment on the fact that he was called a lady, and pushed past him, his shoulder bumping into Fiore’s hard, he had nothing to say anymore. The folder was scrunched up against his hand into a little roll, “And I don’t hate everyone,” before he took his phone out to see a message from Luke telling him that he was going to be with Artemis tonight…he groaned a little, at least he texted him this time instead of not bothering to tell him.

notes/ hahah good fiore! koby is angry >>

[fiore andreas ghirlandaio]

Friends, or no friends, that was the question. Fiore never really considered himself a loner, but it’s not like he had the longest list of friends in the world either. How was he supposed to keep close friends when he couldn’t invite them to his place or introduce them to his family? He wasn’t home schooled like his brothers and sisters were. Or well… if being trained in fire arms and hand to hand combat counted as ‘home school’, but either way he went to a normal school like any other children. It wasn’t until he was eight that he understood why his father gave him dirty looks and his mother condescending ones whenever he tried to invite someone over. Being the non-mafia son of a mafia family sucked balls. But still, he didn’t come out as messed up as he should’ve, which made Fiore wonder for a second just what could’ve been so bad in Koby’s life that made him behave like a dick. Or you know… maybe he was just a natural dick. Fiore wasn’t a total optimist but he wanted to think that everyone had something nice in them. Then he encountered people like Koby and had to wonder if his logic on the world wasn’t as accurate as he wanted to think.

Nope, Fiore still shouldn’t be as amused as he was. The ‘don’t touch me’ comment earned him a very soft chuckle. He got that comment very often from his older brother but he was obsessive compulsive and gave him an excuse to Fiore’s eyes. Koby was someone he just met and normal etiquette rules said you didn’t touch someone in such a personal way especially if you just met them. Oh well, too late now. Fiore did it and he didn’t regret it one bit.

“They do? Hm, not sure that’s what I want to do though. In fact, you’d probably find very distressing what I want to do right now.” Fiore’s grin left a lot of things to the imagination. He could be very well joking or he could be dead serious but he wasn’t in the mood to give Koby a hint of what he really was thinking. “And if you want to throw them away, go ahead. I have them all in here anyway.” The little shrug he offered the other student was accompanied by a tap of his index on his own temples. The music sheets issue had almost turned into a pride thing. Who cared the less for the item? Fiore, despite the fact that those were his music sheets, or Koby who was accidentally stuck with them? Probably Koby but you know, it’s not like he was going to let the other notice this. Fiore almost flinched a little when Koby scrunched the folder, almost. His precious music sheets being treated with such disrespect… but he wasn’t about to let the other win though, and if anything he was just about to retaliate.

Standing still despite the very intentional bump Fiore had to chuckle again. Really! He just had to! Fiore wasn’t passive at all, and he certainly wasn’t the type to let things slip by. Came with the temper after all. It wasn’t unusual to find someone with a temper similar to his and so he was usually engaging in little silly arguments. This seemed to be one of those times in which Fiore just let his temper get the best of him and he did stupid things. “Suuuure you don’t hate everyone…” He said while glancing at Koby as he stared at his phone. Using the distraction Fiore smirked a little and pushed Koby against the wall, one hand flat against the other student’s chest as he leaned down and pressed his lips against his. A couple seconds later Fiore gave a little jump back, just in case Koby decided to lash out at him. “I still think you need to get laid!” He snickered, retaliation for the win.

WORDS! 663
STATUS! complete
TAGS! bubbles & kobeh!
NOTES! i couldn't resist this time!! D:
INSPIRATION! nothing!
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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[koby asher mannix]

The longer Koby stood in Fiore’s presence, the more annoyed he was getting and the more he wanted to get away from him. He didn’t think that there would be anyone as annoying as Luke. Ever. But Fiore was just surpassing his brother by at least a mile by now and he didn’t like it. Why was God tormenting him like this? Did he do something horrible? He was nice wasn’t he...? OK, well maybe not nice but it was only the circumstances and the events that had happened in his life that forced him to become this way…so why couldn’t everything just be good for him? He didn’t like interacting with this boy now, he was different, far too different and he knew how to toy with Koby and get underneath his skin. No one knew what made Koby’s skin crawl and this boy in front of him was just doing it without even thinking about it all. That simple idea made Koby want to pull his own hair out and then maybe just push Fiore into some sort of fountain or out the window.

Even then, as Fiore began to speak, it made Koby want to shudder and hiss at him before running away like a disturbed cat. His lips thinned into a straight line, or as straight as it could go, when he saw the grin on Fiore’s face as he left the sentence open for Koby to continue on what it could mean. He didn’t like this one bit. How much more bullshit would he have to put up with before he could leave and just throw these damn papers in his hand away? He shrugged his shoulders, all the better than, if the boy had them in his mind he could throw those papers away without feeling a shred of guilt (not that he was actually going to feel it if he had just thrown them away without hearing Fiore’s words). He liked the feeling of the scrunched up papers in between his hand, it sort of excreted some of his anger out that way instead of on the guy in front of him. Koby was not one for physical fights so he had to find some other way to let his anger out, didn’t he? If he didn’t then maybe he would get hurt, and that was the biggest thing, or even Luke could get hurt – which was another big thing. He couldn’t let his horrible attitude hurt someone he…sort of loved.

Even the little chuckles that Fiore let out made Koby want to curl up his fist and just hurt the boy, but no…that was not going to be on his agenda, Koby didn’t know the first thing about fighting, so what if he got hurt himself? He didn’t want to look like an idiot and then have Fiore blab about how crap of a fighter Koby was and have everyone laugh at him because of it. No, he would just walk away from this and be…calm. He almost dropped his phone when he felt himself be pushed against the wall, but his hand gripped onto it just as soon as Fiore’s lips pressed themselves against his. He didn’t enjoy the kiss. Not at all. It caught him by surprise too much so while Fiore was still up against him, his eyes were wide open during the kiss, a slightly frightened look on his face. This was his first kiss ever, and by a boy as well! He didn’t know what to think but his heart was thumping fast, as if something stupid had just happened. Was Fiore trying to take the mick out of him? Even though Fiore jumped back a little, Koby pulled himself off the wall and used both hands to push Fiore even further. The folder in his hand dropped as well as his phone. But Koby didn’t notice that. His voice came out shaky; “Don’t come near me ever again.” And with that said, he walked away, quite fast might I add.

notes/ koby...is sad now.

[fiore andreas ghirlandaio]

Ah, the stinging bite of guilt… Fiore wanted to say he didn’t feel it on a regular basis but he did. A lot of times he let his temper get to him and the results were pretty catastrophic. There was the simple ‘I’m gonna tell mom about this!’ that he used with his siblings to that one time where he was so pissed at his oldest brother that he stole his gun and accidentally killed the family dog. Least to say he was banned from ever being in the same room with a gun ever since then. Gory childhood memories weren’t the point of this though, the point was that Fiore did something that he shouldn’t have done and was regretting it the moment he saw Koby’s face.

He wanted to mess with the other student, mostly because he did feel the other could use some messing with him but again Fiore didn’t consider the consequences. Not everyone was as light hearted and easy going as he was, and not everyone was ok with being randomly kissed by strangers. Oh dear, what if that was Koby’s first kiss? The thought assaulted Fiore like a panicky nun after finding out she had feelings for the priest. He had expected Koby to lash at him, to get angry and maybe even call him names or something like that. Fiore certainly didn’t expect the scared look in his face and the shaky statement that followed after. Oh he screwed, and he screwed up bad.

“Wait, Koby…” He started saying but the other didn’t give him much time to say anything else as he walked away. “I didn’t meant to!! I’m sorry….” The first part of the sentence was loud enough for Koby to hear even as he left, but the last part came like a pathetic attempt to convince himself that what he did wasn’t as bad as it really was.

Koby’s reaction really made him think it had been his first kiss. If Fiore had been pushed against a wall and kissed by a guy he didn’t like much he would’ve shrugged it off as an attempt to get on his nerves. Mind you, it probably would’ve worked but he certainly wouldn’t have walked out like that. The thought and the look in Koby’s eyes assaulted Fiore as he turned to the still open door in order to close it. Time to call it a day. He didn’t get far though, his foot stepped on the folder that held his music sheets; Fiore didn’t notice Koby dropping it just like he hadn’t noticed the phone on the floor next to the papers until now. Leaning down and picking both items up he tucked the folder inside his bag and gave the phone a long look. If he were in his normal playful mood he’d peek inside the phone, maybe take a look at his messages and contacts and at the photos but Fiore’s current state of mind made him feel slightly sick and guilty for even thinking about that after what he had done to Koby.

Well… at least the phone would give him an excuse to seek him out again and try to apologize, even if the other clearly stated he didn’t want him near. Putting the phone away inside his pocket, Fiore sighed heavily and picked up his bag before closing the studio’s door and heading down the hallway in the opposite direction.

WORDS! 573
STATUS! complete
TAGS! bubbles & kobeh!
NOTES! fiore r sorreh!!! DD: should we start another one?
INSPIRATION! nothing!
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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