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The bell rings. Most kid's favorite part of the day starts, lunch. The halls start bustling as everyone heads down to the cafeteria. People joining up with friends, others are just ready to chow down. The popular kids aren't far behind. The group sits down at their usual spots. Fran, Cleo, Gracie, and Cynthia, four of the most popular girls in school and basically "Hater Club" central whenever they sat down to talk. Always the prettiest kids in the room and they were missing a member in their clique... Cleo crosses her legs.

Cleo: So, who else is dreading spirit week to arrive???

Three of them sighed and raise their hands in frustration. Cynthia being more quiet than usual.

Fran: I honestly don't really care for it. I could be completely whatever about it, but it happens TWICE a year and they don't think to add some VARIETY??

Cleo: I think they used to, but gave up after running out of ideas and just kind mashed the "good" ones together.

Fran: That makes sense. Ugh, honestly, the only thing to forward to is Sports day.

Gracie: Why's that?

Cleo: Ahaha! Because she get to wear her boytoy's jersey!

Fran: Omigosh, shut up! I just like the design, okay?

A swift smack to Cleo's arm followed after she scoffed at Fran's remark. Gracie laughed and Fran and Cleo giggled. Fran turned to Cynthia who was lost in her thoughts, she looked like she was scowling at the table.

Fran: What about you, Cynthia?

She wasn't paying attention which is weird for someone who's usually the first to say something.

Gracie: Yeah, Cindy, thoughts??

Cynthia remained quiet. Being called Cindy would at least get her to groan in agitation. Gracie turned to Cleo who was as equally concerned. Fran reached out and put a confused hand on Cynthia's shoulder.

Fran: Um... Hello???

Cynthia popped out of her daze.

Cynthia: Wha-- What?? What did you say?

Fran: Um.. I said "What about you?".

Cynthia: ...What about me what???

The other three looked at each other getting a little worried now.

Cleo: We were talking about spirit week. Weren't you listening??

Cynthia: Oh..

She shrugged and sat up in her chair, placing her hands in her lap.

Cynthia: It's cool, I guess...

The other two gasped in disbelief. This isn't the Cynthia they knew. The Cynthia they knew would usually go on a tangent about how she tried to bring it up to the school council, telling them that things needed to be more elegant and proper. Gracie was just completely lost. Cynthia rolled her eyes at their response.

Gracie: "Cool"?

Fran: Cynthia..? Is that really you???

Cynthia: ... Yyyyyyes??

Fran: Are you sure??? Because--

Cleo: SINCE WHEN DO YOU LIKE SPIRIT WEEK, MISS PROPER???

Cleo's outburst got a decent amount of mixed looks. Those looks started to fade away into whispers.

Gracie: Ah! Cleo??

Cynthia: Gee, Cleo. How about you scream a little louder next time??? All I said was that it's cool. Is there an issue?

Gracie pets an angrily shaking Cleo to calm her down and Fran looks at Cleo and flicks her eyes back to Cynthia.

Fran: It's just... You wouldn't usually say it like that. Also, you NEVER expressed liking those weeks before and you have been acting kind of spacey lately, so we're honestly kind of just confused???

Cynthia exhaled in frustration and looked away. Fran was getting really worried now and Cleo pouted as she tried to calm herself. There was radio silence between the four for a short while until Cleo snapped her fingers and pointed at Cynthia.

Cleo: Okay, what's wrong? Sorry, but your sudden dive into being this quiet weirdo is getting on my nerves. No offense, but you're being a kind of a witch and we're kind, like... your besties??? So, the fact that you haven't been telling us what's up when you're clearly upset is bothering us.

Fran: Yeah! Exceptforthewitchpartbecauseyouareactuallyreallycoolandiloveyou--

Gracie: YEAH! Wait, quiet weirdo???

Cynthia slouched back into her chair and sighed.

Cynthia: It's Douceur...

The girls looked at one another and looked back at Cynthia.

All: Aaaaaand???

Cynthia: He's missing our lunch time meetup AGAIN. Why?

Gracie: He's hanging out with Áspero again, isn't he?

Cleo: Lmao, yeah.

Cynthia: Doesn't that bother you?? Isn't it just so... so... unnecessary????

All: Nooooo???

Fran: I honestly think their super cute together! Their dynamic is goals, in my opinion.

Gracie: Yeah, I haven't seen Douceur this happy before--

Cynthia: Without us..

Cleo's brow furrowed.

Cleo: Is that what this whole attitude is about??? Feeling like he abandoned us???

Cynthia was silent. She didn't have much else to say to them. It's not like they would want to hear what else she had to say anyways.

Gracie: Cynthia... I don't think he would do that to us. He's just with his boyfriend. You know it'll be okay, right?

Fran: Yeah, he's never been one to just ditch us.

Cleo: You need a little more faith in him, Cynth.

Yeah.. They don't get it. Cynthia knew him more than anyone else. They've been friends since kindergarten. She's usually the one he'd sneak off with, the one he'd always talk to. She worked hard to get where she is in his life. Just seeing someone else take her spot in just few months ate at her. She started to get lost in her negative thoughts again.

Gracie: ... Cynthi--

Cynthia suddenly stood up. Storming off into the direction of the hallway. Her tied orange locks waving behind her in a huff and leaving her friends even more confused than before. The clicks of her shoes started slowing down when she heard a faint sound of a guitar. Cynthia paced quicken slightly as she followed the sounds to find Douceur kicking his feet alongside Áspero strumming his instrument. Cynthia took a deep breath, brushed herself off, and strutted towards the two. She tapped her feet together as she glared at Áspero exclusively. Douceur looked over to her with a big smile.

Douceur: Oh, hello, Cynthia! Comment allez-vous?

Cynthia: Je vais bien merci.

She smiled at Douceur with only her eyes moving to look at him. They quickly went back to Áspero as she narrowed them. Áspero didn't pay any mind as he continued looking down at his guitar.

Cynthia: Thompson.

Áspero: Coach.

She was taken aback and scowled.

Cynthia: I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that.

Áspero stopped strumming and looked Cynthia dead in the face.

Áspero: Are you my gym teacher?

Cynthia: No???

Áspero: Then don't call me that.

Áspero looked back down to his guitar quietly and started to tune it. This got Cynthia steamed and Douceur really didn't know what was happening.

Douceur: Uh--

Cynthia: Well, at least I don't have a stupid first name.

Áspero: Yeah, you have the same name as a weird looking doll from the Rugrats. Good job, Punkie Brewster.

Douceur chortled. Cynthia wasn't having it, but she wasn't about to completely lose her composure just yet. She put her hands behind her back and leaned forward. She wanted to just get Douceur back to their friends, but she didn't want Áspero to have the last laugh either.

Cynthia: Hmph. You know that only POSERS play guitar, right, Douceur?

Douceur usually knew Cynthia to lose her temper when she was really upset, but her ability to keep her composure made her feelings fly right over his head. He wrapped his arms around Áspero's and nuzzled into him.

Douceur: You're just jealous that no one plays guitar for you.

He playfully sticks out his tongue and this makes things worse.

Cynthia: Oh, of course. I'm totally jealous of the fact that someone can play the peasant's violin!

Douceur kind of jumped at the sudden rise in her voice.

Douceur: Cynthia...?

Áspero sighed and handed his guitar to Douceur. He stands up and almost towers over Cynthia as he unintentionally glares down.

Áspero: What do you want?

Cynthia felt threatened and got in his face with no fear as she got on her tippy toes.

Cynthia: I want you stop hanging around my friend! You're a horrible influence on him!

Douceur held the guitar closer to him. His eyes lighting up with more confusion and more concerned.

Douceur: What..?

Áspero stood there silently and glanced back at his boyfriend. He was super self conscious about being the ruin of his reputation. Douceur's dad already makes it hard to not feel bad. Áspero keeps his hand to his side as he clenches it tightly, trying to hold back his tears. Douceur sees this. He puts down the guitar carefully and gets up to try to motion Cynthia back.

Douceur: Cynthia, that was not nice. Go back to the table. S'il vous plaît?

Cynthia: Alright, if you say so.

She glared at Áspero as she walked past him back towards the lunch room. She was done with this. Douceur was kind of speechless until he looked up at a face full of tears.

Áspero: ... I-I'm sorry.. I'm s-so sorry I can't b-be better fo... for you...

Choking on his tears, Áspero tries his best to hide his face. He then felt his hood getting placed over his head and he looks down to see Douceur pulling him closer. Pecking his forehead, Douceur gave a comforting look.

Douceur: Don't worry about it, mon amie. Cynthia gets like that sometimes. Ce ne sera jamais ta faute pour mes choix.

Áspero sniffed and hugged Douceur tightly. He buries his face into Douceur's neck as Douceur petted his back. The moment was ruined when the bell rang. The two let go and held each other's hand until they said their goodbyes.

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So, oof. This was a thing.. Hope you guys enjoy ;w;

Description

[The beginning of this is a lead up to the scene pictured.]

The bell rings. Most kid's favorite part of the day starts, lunch. The halls start bustling as everyone heads down to the cafeteria. People joining up with friends, others are just ready to chow down. The popular kids aren't far behind. The group sits down at their usual spots. Fran, Cleo, Gracie, and Cynthia, four of the most popular girls in school and basically "Hater Club" central whenever they sat down to talk. Always the prettiest kids in the room and they were missing a member in their clique... Cleo crosses her legs.

Cleo: So, who else is dreading spirit week to arrive???

Three of them sighed and raise their hands in frustration. Cynthia being more quiet than usual.

Fran: I honestly don't really care for it. I could be completely whatever about it, but it happens TWICE a year and they don't think to add some VARIETY??

Cleo: I think they used to, but gave up after running out of ideas and just kind mashed the "good" ones together.

Fran: That makes sense. Ugh, honestly, the only thing to forward to is Sports day.

Gracie: Why's that?

Cleo: Ahaha! Because she get to wear her boytoy's jersey!

Fran: Omigosh, shut up! I just like the design, okay?

A swift smack to Cleo's arm followed after she scoffed at Fran's remark. Gracie laughed and Fran and Cleo giggled. Fran turned to Cynthia who was lost in her thoughts, she looked like she was scowling at the table.

Fran: What about you, Cynthia?

She wasn't paying attention which is weird for someone who's usually the first to say something.

Gracie: Yeah, Cindy, thoughts??

Cynthia remained quiet. Being called Cindy would at least get her to groan in agitation. Gracie turned to Cleo who was as equally concerned. Fran reached out and put a confused hand on Cynthia's shoulder.

Fran: Um... Hello???

Cynthia popped out of her daze.

Cynthia: Wha-- What?? What did you say?

Fran: Um.. I said "What about you?".

Cynthia: ...What about me what???

The other three looked at each other getting a little worried now.

Cleo: We were talking about spirit week. Weren't you listening??

Cynthia: Oh..

She shrugged and sat up in her chair, placing her hands in her lap.

Cynthia: It's cool, I guess...

The other two gasped in disbelief. This isn't the Cynthia they knew. The Cynthia they knew would usually go on a tangent about how she tried to bring it up to the school council, telling them that things needed to be more elegant and proper. Gracie was just completely lost. Cynthia rolled her eyes at their response.

Gracie: "Cool"?

Fran: Cynthia..? Is that really you???

Cynthia: ... Yyyyyyes??

Fran: Are you sure??? Because--

Cleo: SINCE WHEN DO YOU LIKE SPIRIT WEEK, MISS PROPER???

Cleo's outburst got a decent amount of mixed looks. Those looks started to fade away into whispers.

Gracie: Ah! Cleo??

Cynthia: Gee, Cleo. How about you scream a little louder next time??? All I said was that it's cool. Is there an issue?

Gracie pets an angrily shaking Cleo to calm her down and Fran looks at Cleo and flicks her eyes back to Cynthia.

Fran: It's just... You wouldn't usually say it like that. Also, you NEVER expressed liking those weeks before and you have been acting kind of spacey lately, so we're honestly kind of just confused???

Cynthia exhaled in frustration and looked away. Fran was getting really worried now and Cleo pouted as she tried to calm herself. There was radio silence between the four for a short while until Cleo snapped her fingers and pointed at Cynthia.

Cleo: Okay, what's wrong? Sorry, but your sudden dive into being this quiet weirdo is getting on my nerves. No offense, but you're being a kind of a witch and we're kind, like... your besties??? So, the fact that you haven't been telling us what's up when you're clearly upset is bothering us.

Fran: Yeah! Exceptforthewitchpartbecauseyouareactuallyreallycoolandiloveyou--

Gracie: YEAH! Wait, quiet weirdo???

Cynthia slouched back into her chair and sighed.

Cynthia: It's Douceur...

The girls looked at one another and looked back at Cynthia.

All: Aaaaaand???

Cynthia: He's missing our lunch time meetup AGAIN. Why?

Gracie: He's hanging out with Áspero again, isn't he?

Cleo: Lmao, yeah.

Cynthia: Doesn't that bother you?? Isn't it just so... so... unnecessary????

All: Nooooo???

Fran: I honestly think their super cute together! Their dynamic is goals, in my opinion.

Gracie: Yeah, I haven't seen Douceur this happy before--

Cynthia: Without us..

Cleo's brow furrowed.

Cleo: Is that what this whole attitude is about??? Feeling like he abandoned us???

Cynthia was silent. She didn't have much else to say to them. It's not like they would want to hear what else she had to say anyways.

Gracie: Cynthia... I don't think he would do that to us. He's just with his boyfriend. You know it'll be okay, right?

Fran: Yeah, he's never been one to just ditch us.

Cleo: You need a little more faith in him, Cynth.

Yeah.. They don't get it. Cynthia knew him more than anyone else. They've been friends since kindergarten. She's usually the one he'd sneak off with, the one he'd always talk to. She worked hard to get where she is in his life. Just seeing someone else take her spot in just few months ate at her. She started to get lost in her negative thoughts again.

Gracie: ... Cynthi--

Cynthia suddenly stood up. Storming off into the direction of the hallway. Her tied orange locks waving behind her in a huff and leaving her friends even more confused than before. The clicks of her shoes started slowing down when she heard a faint sound of a guitar. Cynthia paced quicken slightly as she followed the sounds to find Douceur kicking his feet alongside Áspero strumming his instrument. Cynthia took a deep breath, brushed herself off, and strutted towards the two. She tapped her feet together as she glared at Áspero exclusively. Douceur looked over to her with a big smile.

Douceur: Oh, hello, Cynthia! Comment allez-vous?

Cynthia: Je vais bien merci.

She smiled at Douceur with only her eyes moving to look at him. They quickly went back to Áspero as she narrowed them. Áspero didn't pay any mind as he continued looking down at his guitar.

Cynthia: Thompson.

Áspero: Coach.

She was taken aback and scowled.

Cynthia: I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that.

Áspero stopped strumming and looked Cynthia dead in the face.

Áspero: Are you my gym teacher?

Cynthia: No???

Áspero: Then don't call me that.

Áspero looked back down to his guitar quietly and started to tune it. This got Cynthia steamed and Douceur really didn't know what was happening.

Douceur: Uh--

Cynthia: Well, at least I don't have a stupid first name.

Áspero: Yeah, you have the same name as a weird looking doll from the Rugrats. Good job, Punkie Brewster.

Douceur chortled. Cynthia wasn't having it, but she wasn't about to completely lose her composure just yet. She put her hands behind her back and leaned forward. She wanted to just get Douceur back to their friends, but she didn't want Áspero to have the last laugh either.

Cynthia: Hmph. You know that only POSERS play guitar, right, Douceur?

Douceur usually knew Cynthia to lose her temper when she was really upset, but her ability to keep her composure made her feelings fly right over his head. He wrapped his arms around Áspero's and nuzzled into him.

Douceur: You're just jealous that no one plays guitar for you.

He playfully sticks out his tongue and this makes things worse.

Cynthia: Oh, of course. I'm totally jealous of the fact that someone can play the peasant's violin!

Douceur kind of jumped at the sudden rise in her voice.

Douceur: Cynthia...?

Áspero sighed and handed his guitar to Douceur. He stands up and almost towers over Cynthia as he unintentionally glares down.

Áspero: What do you want?

Cynthia felt threatened and got in his face with no fear as she got on her tippy toes.

Cynthia: I want you stop hanging around my friend! You're a horrible influence on him!

Douceur held the guitar closer to him. His eyes lighting up with more confusion and more concerned.

Douceur: What..?

Áspero stood there silently and glanced back at his boyfriend. He was super self conscious about being the ruin of his reputation. Douceur's dad already makes it hard to not feel bad. Áspero keeps his hand to his side as he clenches it tightly, trying to hold back his tears. Douceur sees this. He puts down the guitar carefully and gets up to try to motion Cynthia back.

Douceur: Cynthia, that was not nice. Go back to the table. S'il vous plaît?

Cynthia: Alright, if you say so.

She glared at Áspero as she walked past him back towards the lunch room. She was done with this. Douceur was kind of speechless until he looked up at a face full of tears.

Áspero: ... I-I'm sorry.. I'm s-so sorry I can't b-be better fo... for you...

Choking on his tears, Áspero tries his best to hide his face. He then felt his hood getting placed over his head and he looks down to see Douceur pulling him closer. Pecking his forehead, Douceur gave a comforting look.

Douceur: Don't worry about it, mon amie. Cynthia gets like that sometimes. Ce ne sera jamais ta faute pour mes choix.

Áspero sniffed and hugged Douceur tightly. He buries his face into Douceur's neck as Douceur petted his back. The moment was ruined when the bell rang. The two let go and held each other's hand until they said their goodbyes.

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So, oof. This was a thing.. Hope you guys enjoy ;w;