everyone else is simply early [lane]

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Late to class again, Miss Cole? Desirae could just imagine her history teacher saying that when she walked into the class late, for what, the fourth, fifth, maybe sixth time that month? It was only October and her teacher already hated her. Although it’s not like she was surprised. All her previous history teachers had hated her as well. It was always for the same reason too, Desirae hated history with a passion. She felt like it was pointless to learn about what happened in the past because all of the people she learned about had been six feet under for decades. So, who cares about what some dead guy did a hundred years ago? Yet no matter how much her hatred for the subject grew, she never did poorly. She put no effort into anything involving history and still passed with at least a B+ every year, and that always pissed teacher off. She understood why. If she was a teacher she’d probably hate a student who didn’t try and who didn’t even have the decency to show up for class on time and yet still passed with a good grade; but she wasn’t, so the fact that her history teachers hated her was annoying. So, what if she didn’t care, it’s not like she was failing, why did they have to hate her for not liking the class? She didn’t understand it at all. But there she was, walking into history class six minutes late, with her head held high and her mind braced for a stern scolding from the teacher.

“Ahh, Miss Cole, perfect timing!” The teacher said. Did she really just say that? Perfect timing? What? Desirae stopped at the doorway and gave the teacher a perplexed look, mentally preparing herself for whatever the teacher had up her sleeve.

“I was just informing the class on a new project I’m assigning!” she said with creepy enthusiasm.

Desirae scowled slightly. A project? Ew.

“So, why don’t you sit down,” the teacher said. Desirae did so and took her usual place in the back right corner of the class room. Desirae didn’t really pay attention to the remainder of the teacher’s explanation. Knowing her teacher, half of the things she said would be repetitive, so she decided to ignore her and ask someone to give her a condensed version of the assignment later.

It was very convenient, sitting where she sat. She was all the way in the back and right next to the window so she could look outside and day dream without anyone thinking that she was staring at them if they happened to be in her view of the window. So she just put her arm on her desk and rested her cheek on her loosely closed fist and gazed lazily out the window, and soon enough, the teacher’s voice disappeared.

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WORDS: four eight zero
TAGS: lane
MOOD: i is sleepehhh -_-
NOTES: i hope this is okay (: we didn't really discuss the specifics of the project so i just went with whatever popped into my head first. although, i didn't specify the actual project because i thought you might wanna decide the assignment. if not, then i don't mind choosing it. it's up to you. (:
CREDIT: MEH!!

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[lane reid cohen]

Lane didn't want to be at school today, so he was sitting at his desk practically sulking in the back corner. He was in no mood to be here, but that little annoying part of his brain that wouldn't let him fail was making him stay alert enough to notice if the teacher said anything of any importance. So far, class had only just started, so Lane had no problems keeping his eyes close and his head perched on his desk. No one was disturbing him, thankfully enough, because if they had been Lane wouldn't have been able to be held responsible for his actions. He just felt so freaking tired, and really there wasn't any reason for him to feel so tired. He opened his dark grey eyes and stared at nothing really. He figured his expression was probably blank and listless, but that was sort of what Lane was striving for. He saw a couple of his friends give him curious looks, but for the most part they ignored him. They knew when he didn't want to be messed with. A heavy sigh tore from Lane's lips as the final bell rang, signaling the beginning of class. Lane yawned and sat up a bit straighter, though he reclined back in his chair as the teacher began to gather her things and move to the front of the room to begin her lecture or whatever the hell she was going to do.

Just as the teacher had begun to start, the door opened. Lane's head, along with the head of every other person in the class, turned toward the direction of the door to see who it was. A small smirk appeared on Lane's lips; Desirae Cole. She was late to class a lot, so Lane should've just guessed. Lane had to admit, he was as curious as the rest of the class when the teacher didn't even bother to scold her and instead seemed...cheerful? Lane blinked in confusion, his interest spiked. All that interest, however, instantly left his body when their teacher uttered the words "project". Of course.

Fuck, Lane cursed inwardly, trying to resist the urge to give a death glare at his normally alright teacher. Out of all the times to get a project, why did it have to be now? Why did it have to be when Lane desperately needed to relax? He sighed heavily, then counted to ten and opened his eyes again. Desirae had taken her seat, and their teacher glanced around before opening her overly loud and cheery mouth. Lane was annoyed at how cheerful she was, because it seemed to be rather mocking to all of the rest of them. She probably just loved watching them squirm or something of that nature.

"You all have a project - a partner project! Now, I get to assign partners, so now getting all excited about that." A collective groan rose up from the students. Their teacher only smiled more broadly. Lane narrowed his eyes slightly; oh yeah, she was definitely just rubbing this in. "This project is very important for all of you, so don't think you're going to be able to do minimal work and get a good grade! Anyway, onto the specifics..." the teacher trailed off as she began to pass out a stapled packet of what were likely their requirements. Lane really wanted to hit his head on the desk and start cursing, but instead he calmly took the paper from the person in front of him and began thumbing through the packet.

"Now if you noticed, this packet is worth a total of a hundred and eighty points, and makes up about fifty percent of your grade for this class, so don't go botching it!" Several people had begun to mutter by now. Lane held his tongue, but instead settled on giving his teacher a look of distaste. She was ruining his day, really she was. "This is a research project. You will all be looking up a famous person between the time period of 1800 to present day. I will give you two weeks to work on this project outside of class. No late projects will be accepted." Lane propped his chin up in his hand as he listened to her. "You will get with your partners for about ten minutes and decide who to research, and then I will call you up and have you tell me who that person is. If someone's already taken your person, you'll have to pick another. Crystal clear? Marvelous!" In reality, she hadn't even waited for them to reply before she suddenly started to spout off pairs. Lane only just caught the fact that he was with Desirae. He glanced at her from across the room, and hoped she was better at working than she was at arriving to class on time.

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For the next minute or so, Desirae’s mind went in and out of reality. Every so often she’d catch a word or phrase that the teacher said, like “a project”, “minimal” and “get a good grade”, but most of what she said was lost to Desirae’s day dream. She was more focused on deciding what monologue she was going to perform at the end of the week in drama class, then on what the stupid project was about. Acting, singing, dancing—really just performing in general—was the number one thing on her mind. Everything else in life took a backseat to performing. Nothing else mattered, really. Nothing else had to matter. Desirae knew she was good enough to make it big. There was never a need for her to entertain the idea of a “back-up” career, not as long as she could perform. There was no doubt in her mind that in a few years she would be attending Julliard. And a few years after that she’d be in high demand at Broadway, Hollywood, you name it. However, getting to that position meant sitting through that god-awful history class with her annoying history teacher who insisted on addressing her students by their last names instead of their firsts. Was there really a need to address her students by Mr. or Ms.? It made Desirae feel old and that annoyed her to no end. She was only sixteen, which was young—even younger than almost every other junior in the school because of her school district in Florida starting a year earlier than New York.

Suddenly, Desirae’s attention was brought back to the class by a packet of paper brushing her arm and then landing face down on her desk. She looked up and saw that the student in front of her had his arm raised above his head and was moving it back down to his desk. She smirked inwardly. The student knew that trying to get her attention was useless in this class, so these days he’d just drop it on her desk and go on about his business. It was an unrehearsed, unmentioned system, but it worked perfectly for the both of them. Desirae lazily flipped the packet over and looked through its contents. Now that she was moderately paying attention, she caught most of what the teacher said. As the rest of the students received packets the teacher went on to announce that the project was worth a hundred and eighty points, which made up about half the final grade. So, basically the teacher was saying that this project would make or break their grades. That meant that Desirae was actually going to have to put effort into this project if she wanted to pass. She groaned inwardly and rested her head back on her hand as she was doing before, all the while scowling at the teacher. She was definitely enjoying this; Desirae was positive of that.

As the teacher continued, Desirae took to looking around the room to see how others had reacted to their newest assignment. Some were muttering to each other, some were scowling at the teacher, and some were staring down at the packet like it was death itself. Every reaction was justifiable. Everyone knew the project was going to be hell because of how much it counted. While everyone looked through their packets, the teacher went on to announce that it would be a research project on a famous person from 1800 to the present day. They had two weeks to complete the project… blah, blah blah. Desirae had heard it all before.

“You will get with your partners for about ten minutes…” Wait? Partners? This was the first she was hearing of it. Since when were they doing this project with partners? The teacher must have first announced it when Desirae wasn’t paying attention. Well, that’s just fantastic, she complained inwardly. A new wave of annoyance washed over her as she mulled over the idea of working with someone on this project from hell. She guessed that it wouldn’t be terrible just as long as the person was a good worker, but if she happened to be paired up with someone who was even lazier than she was, she would be screwed. Not only would she have to force herself to work, but she’d have to hold her partner by the hand and pull them along with her. The thought made her want to slam her head against a wall.

Desirae’s mental tirade was then interrupted by the teacher calling her name followed by Lane Cohen. Desirae glanced over to her new partner and found that he had done the same. Like Dersirae, Lane didn’t look to happy about this project either, but from what Desirae knew, he wasn’t lazier than she was so her fears about a bad partner were extinguished. She gave the blond boy a wry smile and then brought her attention back to the teacher and waited for further instructions. After all partners were announced she told everyone to go get with their partners. Desirae pulled a pencil and a notebook out of her bag, grabbed her packet, stood up and made her way over to the now empty desk next to Lane’s. When she approached she placed her things on the desk and sat in the chair sideways so she was facing Lane. “Okay,” she began, not bothering with an introduction. “Who should we research?”

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WORDS: nine one one (haha 911... O__O)
TAGS: lane
MOOD: it's too cold! ):<
NOTES: i like the project, it was a good idea (:
CREDIT: MEH!!

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[lane reid cohen]

Lane just wasn't sure about this whole project business at all. He also wasn't sure how committed Desirae was to school, and though Lane was definitely no tight ass when it came to projects and homework and crap, he needed this grade. If he didn't get a good grade on this, his GPA would probably go down and that wasn't going to bode well for his goals. Lane tapped his fingers on his desk a bit impatiently as he waited for the teacher to wrap up, then looked up as Desirae made her way over. He looked her over carefully, and inwardly begged that she would just try. He wasn't sure what her normal worth ethic was, but he hoped that it would be good enough for their project. Lane turned his body sideways to face her, leaning one of his elbows on the desk and propping his chin up in his hand. He let his gaze drift to the paper as he attempted to come up with someone for them to research or whatever the hell it was.

"I suck at decisions, just to warn you," Lane said, smirking a bit jokingly. Sure, he was being serious about the fact that he had problems with decision making, but there was no reason for him to act like a guy with a stick shoved where the sun didn't shine. "And I'm not really good with the names of people. Basically the only names that I think of are like...Hitler and Steve Jobs and various random actors and actresses...with the occasional music artist thrown in the mix." Lane wasn't quite sure if their teacher wanted them to stick to someone who had directly impacted history in some huge way, so he snagged Desirae's packet with a wink, then flipped through their "guidelines". It didn't seem to get that specific, so Lane glanced at Desirae. "If you've got any ideas, go ahead and tell me, because I'm pretty much willing to do anything."

Lane handed her packet back to her, then looked back at the notebook she was holding. He thought of his own notebook, and the fact that it was covered in his scratchy handwriting and random doodles. History was generally a class that didn't keep Lane entertained for long, so he was sort of prone to drifting off with his thoughts and making idle scribbles in the margins of his notes. None of his little scribbles were ever particularly good, but it wasn't like it mattered. He didn't plan on majoring in artistic type things when he went to college, so doodles in the margins of his notes could be as crappy as they wanted to be and no one would care. Lane began to idly tap his fingers against the side of his face, then glanced up and saw people slowly beginning to head over to their teacher's desk. "I guess we'd better pick soon if we want someone popular," Lane mused. He looked back over at Desirae.

Lane didn't really mind his partner, but honestly he could think of probably a thousand other places he'd rather be. Normally he was pretty good when it came to focusing and class and all of that crap, but this week Lane was having some problems. He wasn't sure what it was, but he'd been feeling off and sort of down and cranky all week, and he hadn't even gotten into alcohol like the other time a few months ago. Lane knew that his issues with his emotions was brought on by his sister's death and all of that jazz, but he didn't dare go telling anyone. He much rather preferred to pick one night a month and consume some of his father's vodka mixed with coke in the privacy of his room. Lane felt a bit sickened with himself as he even thought of it, but whatever. What was done was done, and there wasn't much Lane could do about it. He wasn't really strong when it came to resisting his urges, so his little monthly habit tended to keep happening. Lane pushed it out of his mind though, because now wasn't the time. He was supposed to be helping Desirae out, not wallow in his own self pity.

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Desirae didn’t outwardly acknowledge Lane’s comment about making decisions, however she was pleased that he had said that right off the bat. Desirae knew full well that she could be controlling, and even though she normally made an effort to suppress her urge to control everything, if Lane couldn’t make decisions, that left the floor open for her to do it without being criticized. Lane then continued to say that he wasn’t very good with names of famous people, which was fine because Desirae was already formulating a small list in the back of her mind. She clicked the button of her mechanical pencil and began to write a list. The first person that came to mind was Gandhi. She remembered learning about Gandhi some time ago, whether it was the same year or a year before she couldn’t remember, but she remembered that he was one of the few things that she enjoyed learning about, plus she thought the acting in the movie about him was phenomenal and a good movie always made things more interesting for her. The next person that came to mind was John Lennon. She was sure, even Lane, who she knew was more in tune with sports history than with music history, would have to know about John Lennon. For gods sakes he was John Lennon. How could you not know who he was. She continued to scribble more random names that popped into her head from various history lessons and what not. Albert Einstein… Charles Darwin… Martin Luther King Jr… Abraham Lincoln…

Desirae’s stream of ideas was soon interrupted by Lane snagging her packet from her desk. Her head shot up in annoyance, but she proceeded to only roll her eyes as he winked at her. Desirae knew guys like Lane, thinking they were oh so smooth. Sure, he was a good football player, and sure he was hot, no scratch that, Lane was gorgeous, but from the little she knew of him she knew he was pretty cocky, especially when it came to girls. Not to say that Desirae didn’t have her fair share of suitors from time to time, and not to say that she didn’t do a little harmless flirting of her own, but she would never go as far as he did. She had heard many rumors about him, telling of his many one night stands and even a pregnancy scare with some Walsh girl. And though Desirae wasn’t one to quickly judge based on hearsay, when she was hearing the same things from many different people, she knew some of what she heard about Lane had to be true. But she also knew that it wasn’t her business so she pushed those thoughts out of her mind and brought her focus back to the task at hand.

Land went on to say he was willing to do anything and returned her packet to her. Desirae’s gaze returned to her notebook for a moment, then up to Lane. She saw him glance up and she followed his gaze to see students heading to the teacher’s desk, as Lane said that they should pick someone quickly. Desirae nodded slightly and moved the notebook so he’d have a better view. The list was written in her half-print-half-script hand writing. She wasn’t big on bubbly-type letters like most girls were because she felt that it took too much time to write big, so her writing was pretty small, but neat nonetheless. “These are just a few people I pulled off the top of my head,” she began. “I’m cool with any of these, they’re all pretty famous so they’d be fairly easy.”

Desirae looked back up to Lane. She could see that he seemed a bit irritated. She wasn’t sure if she was the cause or not, but her curiosity began to get the better of her. She mentally scolded herself and refrained from asking what was bothering him. It’s not like he’d tell her anyway.

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WORDS: six six five
TAGS: lane
MOOD: too hyper for 11 pm O__O
NOTES: yay for fast replies! i can't believe i used the word "suitor" XD
CREDIT: MEH!!

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[lane reid cohen]

He listened to her choices and purposefully stopped his thinking, all the while idly tapping his fingers on the top of his desk. Truthfully, Lane really didn't care who they did, just as long as they were interesting enough to keep him entertained. Lane, partially listening in to the people who had begun to file up to the teacher's desk, just took his pencil and struck out Gandhi's name. He glanced at Desirae and explained, "Just got taken." Lane looked at the paper, sort of wondering who would best meet his interest needs. Einstein was just so plain, in Lane's opinion, because everyone knew who he was. Darwin was rather controversial, which might've been interesting to do. Lane wasn't one for the whole president thing either, so Lincoln was out. Martin Luther King Jr had apparently just been taken by another group, so Lane sort of zeroed in on Lennon. His brain first thought of the Lennon from his other history class he'd taken, but then he realized she was referring to the John Lennon.

Right Lane, don't get confused, he sort of inwardly chastised, then nodded slowly. Lennon would work. Lane wasn't big on the Beatles, that much he'd admit, but music was definitely something he'd prefer to research. It would be more exciting than going through a president's life, or at least so Lane would hope. "Alright, I think Lennon's a good choice," he finally said, "besides, so many people are just limiting themselves to overly generic people. This'll hopefully be a good topic." Lane glanced up and looked at Desirae again. He could only hope that she'd bring a lot to the table as well, maybe even benefit them both by being a fan or whatever. Lane stood up after a few moments and then inclined his head in the direction of their teacher, "I guess I'll go let her know." He stuffed his hands in his pockets and casually strolled up to the desk, standing behind two other kids.

For some reason, it was sort of a long wait. The kid just in front of Lane had started complaining when he found out that their group's choice had been taken. Lane sighed in annoyance and crossed his arms, a bit of impatience growing visibly in his features. He hated it when people couldn't just accept that whatever the hell they wanted wasn't going to be available all the time, and made a big scene because of it. Lane looked at the ceiling out of utter boredom, and began to sort of get lost with random thoughts until he noticed the boy had finally stomped off. Lane approached the desk, waited for the teacher to look up from what she was writing, and then once she had he told her their choice. She nodded and penned Lennon's name down, then sort of waved her hand and "dismissed" him. Lane wrinkled his nose a bit at the way she'd dismissed him, but he strolled back over to his desk anyway. There wasn't much he could do about that.

As he sat back down in the desk, Lane sort of was unsure what the heck they were supposed to do next. It was probably something to do with brainstorming or whatnot, but he really just didn't feel like trying today. It was probably because he'd managed to get himself in a gloomy mood by thinking of his sister, but Lane knew he couldn't let that continue to grind away at his working habits. With an inward sigh, he reluctantly looked back over at the notebook his partner had. "Alright, so I guess we should probably start with background and all that crap," Lane mused, "maybe keep it brief though, because I think this project is supposed to revolve more around how Lennon had an impact on society, rather than his personal history."

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Desirae watched as Lane picked up is pencil and crossed out Gandhi name. Her gaze went to Lane, question clear in her features. When he explained that Gandhi had been taken she pouted inwardly for a moment, and moved on. She waited patiently as Lane was deciding on a research topic. This time she heard as another option on the list, Martin Luther King Jr was taken. She silently took her pencil and crossed his name out. Desirae leaned her head against her hand a gazed lazily at the group of students that were lining up at the teacher’s desk, listening to the topics that were being taken. When Lane had decided she brought her eyes back to him but her head was still half turned in the direction of the line of students. Desirae agreed with Lane’s logic about Lennon being a good choice and nodded slightly, so slightly that she wasn’t even sure if Lane had even noticed. She picked up her pencil and circled John Lennon and then glanced back at Lane, who proceeded to say that he’ll go up and tell the teacher our decision.

As she waited for Lane to tell the teacher their choice and return, she let her mind wander. She inadvertently picked up her pencil and began doodling random shapes outside the margins of the notebook page. Her mind returned to the thoughts of drama class from before. That was the most interesting thing to think about. She perused the list of monologues that she’s either done or have wanted to do but didn’t come up with one that she felt like doing. I guess I know what I’ll be doing during my next free period, she thought. She flipped to the back of her note book, where she kept all her reminders, and scribbled a note to herself. GO TO THE LIBRARY AND RESEARCH MONOLOGUES! She checked the back of her notebook every period because she always wrote little notes and reminders to herself there, and she knew if she wrote it in caps, she’d be sure to see it.

After Desirae returned to the page with the list of potential research topics, Lane returned and took his seat. She was about to ask what they should do next but Lane gave an answer before she had a chance to ask. She simply nodded and drew a line on the page of her notebook separating the list from what she was about to write. She then proceeded to write Lennon’s Background, and underlined it. After that she hesitated to write anything. It was embarrassing because of how much music was a part of her life, but she honestly didn’t know much about Lennon at all. She was more into music like Marianas Trench and Panic! At the Disco, and a lot of the song remakes from Glee rather than the Beatles, as shameful as that was for her to admit. But she knew she’d have to admit it to Lane. Oh, come on Rae, get a grip! He’s not gonna care.

“This is sorta embarrassing,” she started “considering how much I love music, but I honestly don’t know much about Lennon or the Beatles in general.” She then gave him a wry smile.

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WORDS: five four six
TAGS: lane
MOOD: wheeeee XD
NOTES: aggghhh, im so sorry for making you wait like TWO WEEKS. ive been super busy and i havent had any muse, but there was a snow day today (can you believe it? a snowday in the middle of march!) and i had some free time so i thought i would get this done for you. again, sorry for the wait!!! >_<
CREDIT: MEH!!

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[lane reid cohen]

Lane glanced around the classroom, partially bored out of his mind. He hated projects for the simple reason that they required him to organize this and that, and do all of these things that Lane didn't think should be done. Plus, projects were just a way for teachers to stress out students to no end, so Lane wasn't particularly happy about it. Desirae didn't seem like she would be as horrible a partner as he had first imagined though, so Lane hoped that she would be able to pull through and he wouldn't be stuck doing a lot of the work. He let his grey eyes drift back over to where she was scribbling huge letters on her notebook. Lane's lips curled up into an amused smirk as he watched her, but he didn't say anything and simply waited for her to finish her writing. He watched her hesitate after scribbling the words "Lennon's Background" on a piece of paper. Lane's eyebrow arched curiously and he waited for her to explain.

"It's alright if you don't know. I don't know much either, so I guess we'll just have to research the hell out of this one," Lane mused. Ugh, research. That was yet another reason why he hated projects. "I guess we can split it up. You can take background, and then I can take...well, I guess the impact he had on the world." Yup, Lane definitely hated projects. If it was just any other normal day, he'd be able to sit in his seat and idly take notes while their crazy teacher droned on and on about something, but no, now he actually had to plan and this and that. He stayed quiet for a few moments, wondering exactly when he'd have time to do this, and then glanced back at his partner.

She was fairly pretty, he had to admit. Had Lane not been partially still fixed on Jenna, he might have even turned up the charm more. Had he also not still felt like shit because of the murder of his sister, Lane also might feel more inclined to be his usual self. But today he was having one of his off days, which basically meant he would rather be withdrawn and not talk to anyone. School forced him to socialize, and though it wasn't always a bad thing, sometimes Lane had to admit that it wasn't welcome. She had done nothing to get on his nerves or anything, but still, Lane just wanted the day to be over. All he wanted to do was crawl into his comfortable sheets and plop down and maybe never get up. That way, he wouldn't have to deal with the worried looks his parents sent him when he came home in a foul mood, or the way his mother came to his room to try to offer him advise.

Lane sighed softly and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as he felt his headache returning. He had almost forgotten Desirae was there, but when he suddenly remembered Lane coughed and took his hand away. "Sorry, I just...have a pretty bad headache today," he grumbled as offer of an explanation. Lane wasn't sure if she would be the type of girl to press, but he supposed it didn't really matter either way. He doubted that, even if she did ask, he would tell her what happened. Maybe it would help him to get that type of thing off his chest, but Lane just wasn't in the mood. He didn't like opening up before he murdered his sister, and that had gotten worse since the whole car crash thing.

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Desirae held in a sigh of relief, shooting a quick glance to Lane to see if he had noticed. She had always been one to be overly self-conscious, even though she would never admit it. She put a lot of weight on what other people thought so even the smallest things mattered to her. She knew that acting like that put a lot of stress on herself, but she just couldn’t help it, that was who she was. What was worse was that she was even more self-conscious in front of guys. Never had she met a guy that she didn’t feel very self-conscious around, Lane was no exception, and it didn’t help at all that he was attractive.

When Lane divvied up the research, Desirae nodded in agreement and flipped back to the back page of her notebook and under the note she had previously wrote, she wrote “AND LENNON’S BACKGROUND!”. Then she read over all her reminders to see if there was anything else she would need to remember for later, the page was covered with notes from that day and the days before and there was only a little room left, she’d have to start a new page soon. When she was done, she put her pencil down and looked back over to her partner.

Lane still appeared to be in a bad mood. Desirae watched as he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. She put her thumb up to her mouth, almost as if she was going to bite her thumbnail. She wasn’t, of course. That wasn’t an attractive habit at all. She just had a habit of putting her thumb in front of her mouth when she was in deep thought. She barely noticed that Lane had removed his hand and opened his eyes again until Lane explained why he seemed to be in a bad mood. Realizing that Lane may have taken the position that she had her hand in for biting her thumbnail she moved her hand immediately and forced a small smile. “It’s chill, I understand.”

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Desirae wanted to put the words back in her mouth as soon as she said them. “It’s chill”? “It’s chill”? How lame was she? Who on earth says “It’s chill”? She had never said that before, and she never remembered hearing any of her friends say it either, so where the heck did that even come from? Desirae wanted to slam her head on the desk for being such a loser but she tried her hardest to keep her cool, and thanks to her years of acting experience it wasn’t too hard for her to do that. “If you wanna talk about it, I’m a pretty good listener,”[/color] she practically blurted out. So much for keeping her cool. “I mean, it’s umm… up to you.”[/color]

By this point she was too self-conscious to even look at Lane. She turned back to her note book and picked it up to flip it back around to the page she was on before. As she flipped it around a photo fell out of the built-in pocket and landed face up on the other side of Lane’s chair. It was the picture of her deceased mother that she kept in that notebook. Desirae was a spitting image of her mother, and some people who just glanced at picture of her mother, Desirae and her mom were either sisters or the same person.

She had a lot of photos of her mom, and since this was her notebook that she used for every class in school, she decided to stick one in the pocket. Now she was regretting it majorly. She had a good reason for keeping her mother’s photo with her, but she hadn’t really told anyone at Belmont about what happened, so she was sure Lane would probably think it was strange. The crash had happened so long ago and it happened in Miami. She was living with her aunt in New York now and even though she missed her mother she didn’t want old memories of Miami mixing with her new life in New York. But there was the picture, face up, bringing those horrid memories of her last years in Miami back. But this wasn’t the time to think about her mother, so she pushed those memories back and got up to retrieve the picture.
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WORDS: seven three two
TAGS: lane
MOOD: going to bed! gotta wake up at 5:50 am for school tomorrow! EGGGH *facepalm*
NOTES: so i was having a bit of an expansion block (i think i may have made that term up) so i just threw a bunch of stuff in there to reach a good word count. i hope it's not too lame XD
CREDIT: MEH!!

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[lane reid cohen]

The more he sat there and thought about it, the more Lane just wanted to pack up his stuff and leave school, consequences be damned. So what if he got a detention? It really didn't matter, because it wasn't like he had never had one before. Sure, Lane's number of detentions and disciplinary issues were small, but one more wasn't going to hurt too bad. But there again, Lane also recognized the fact that, should he decide to do that and his mom found out, he'd be in trouble. She'd probably try to get him to open up about his feelings again, and he wouldn't, and then they'd get into another argument like the last time she'd tried to get him to open up about his sister. Lane just didn't like to tell people, because he felt dumb and he didn't like how so many people seemed to suddenly pity him when he talked about the crash. Her funeral had been bad enough, what with all the people that had caught his eye and looked away, mumbling words of apology that Lane knew they didn't mean. He knew what each and every one of those bastards thought; it was his fault she was dead, and he should've been the one in the coffin. Lane couldn't have agreed more.

The least of his worries should've been the past, but it was all Lane could manage to think about. He knew that he needed to focus on the present, and make those good grades so he could get into med school somewhere and fix the people that others couldn't. For some reason though, it was just getting progressively more difficult for him to focus, and he had begun to care even less. Lane had a feeling that his mom would've called it "survivor's guilt" or whatever the hell it was, and she was probably right. That didn't mean Lane would ever admit to it though, because he didn't think that he needed to talk to anyone. He was perfectly fine, and he didn't need a psychiatrist - even if it was his mother - to tell him that. Thankfully enough, he was pulled out of his thoughts by her words.

Lane attempted to smile a bit, if only to let her know that she didn't need to be concerned with it, and he was sorry for being a complete ass towards her. He was a bit confused, and looked at her in slight amusement. "Glad it's chill, Desirae," he joked lightly. No, Lane really didn't feel like joking and teasing around, but why not? There would be no point in moping, especially around other people. If he wanted to mope, well then Lane figured he could just go ahead and do that some other time. Maybe if he was lucky he could even get wasted while he was moping. Just when he was about to start brooding again though, she suddenly blurted out an offer to talk. Lane blinked, not really sure what to make of it. He had only barely understood what she'd said, and he really didn't know how to react. Lane shifted a bit. "Thanks for the offer," he began, trying to figure out how to continue, "but I'm not really the...type, I guess."

Lane really did appreciate the fact that she had offered, even though he wouldn't show it. Sure, he wasn't going to spill and he didn't like being interrogated, but it was nice to know that at least somewhere out there people did care how others were feeling. It was refreshing, Lane supposed. He started a bit when he saw something out of the corner of his eye glide to the opposite side of his chair. Lane glanced at Desirae and then leaned over, carefully swiping the photo (or so he figured, because that's what it looked like) off the ground. Lane glanced at it briefly and then offered it to Desirae, who was standing. "No worries, I've got it," Lane explained as he held it out to her. He glanced at the picture again. "Is that your mom?"

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Inspiration Poker Face - Lady Gaga
Tags Desirae
Status Complete - I'm SO sorry this has taken me like almost a month T.T
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