This is a rp between me (Sweet Poison) and meeko, please don't post unless your are either of us, thank you

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The setting will be a highschool, name undetermined.

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Characters will be my Maethyiew. (< gonna be linked eventually) and meekos which will be posted down below.

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This is a mxm romance.

That being said follow all of Eve's rules.

credits mochiibon on picrew

Skylar looks very down/angry most of the time but that's just his resting face. His eyes are a beautiful green and they look great on his paleish skin. The dark circles under his eyes make him look like he doesn't sleep at all, which is true, his sleep schedule is terrible. He also has a snake bite on the opposite side of his nostril piercing (his nose is a nose silver nose ring instead of that stud), a septum and his right eyebrow done. He also has a couple of tattoos done. One for his dad, his dad sadly passed away around a year ago. Its on the inside of his elbow. Its the date of his death. He also has a heart done on his left middle finger knuckle. Hes always stood out because of the way he looks and dresses, but he likes how he looks for the most part. He just wanted people to accept him for him. Sky dresses usually in black and very bland colours, because he doesnt really like bright colors. He usually wears graphic/band tshirts or hoodies and some jeans/cargo pants or sweats. He mostly wears what hes comfortable in. Oh and both his ears are stretched to 00g and he wears black tunnels.

Strengths:

Active || Admirable || Loyal || Caring || Sweet || Passionate || Cooperative

Weaknesses:

Shyness || Public speaking || Jealous || Violent/Aggressive when provoked || Paranoid || Stuborn || Forgiving

Small backstory:

He grew up in a small home with his father, mother and sister. He's always been close with his mom and sister. When it came to his father it was iffy. His dad wasn't too good of a father but Sky will always love him. Once he came out his family supported him, his dad was iffy about it but knew he had to support his son. As soon as their relationship went uphill, his dad sadly passed away. It wasn't too long ago and it's been affecting Skylar a lot, but he's going to get through it.

It was the start of senior year for Sky, he finally was going to get out of this shithole of a school. Skylar woke up after his 3rd alarm, leaving 15 minutes before he had to be at school. Skylar got out of bed, feeling all groggy, quickly getting ready. Getting ready for Sky consisted of brushing his teeth and hair, doing a bit of skincare and putting on a good outfit. Today's outfit was something he wore most days, he wore baggy jeans with a graphic black tee. Once Skylar had all that put together and on he grabbed his backpack, put his shoes on and was out the door. Skylar plugged his headphones into his phone and started to play his music. Since it was the first day it would be so boring, this whole school year was going to be boring. Sky knew he could get it done though. He continued to walk to school as the sun beamed down on his face although it wasnt quite hot out. It was just warm enough, Sky liked it.

Mat woke up, first alarm, rather early too. About two hours before we had to start his journey to school. He threw on his usual clothes thinking 'oh its the first day, no one cares much'. He combed his fingers through his messy hair, and tugged on his beanie to avoid having to put it up. With getting ready all set and done he trudged into the kitchen of his small apartment, and grabbed a slice of bread to put in the toaster. 'a small breakfast will be plenty im sure' with breakfast on the way he turned to his messy counter, full of everything he thought hed need on his irst day; three notebooks, all shades of black and teal, a binder stocked with paper, his earbuds, and an arrangment of pencils and pens. He diligently worked on getting them all to fit into his sachel like backpack. His schedule was rather short compared to the other schools he went to, and only consisted of four classes; His first period would be math. He wasnt overly fond of it being first thing in the morning. Second was history, a topic he was confident in. a break in between econd and third would serve as lunch, where he would have time to study and do any homework. The second to last class placed on Mat's schedule was civics, hed never taken i tbefore so he decided it would be fun to try something new, and finally last class of the day, something he exelled in as well as enjoyed, accounting. After eating his toast covered in butter and jam, he was out the door, on a short commute to school that wouldnt take more than 10-15 minutes.

Once Sky arrived at school he entered through the front doors. He made his way through the halls, some being empty and some not. He went to his first class which was art. Sky loves art and it's one of his best subjects, same with English and science. Skylar made his way to the familiar art room and found a seat. The class wasn't filled yet with all the other students, it was just him and a few others. He knew most of them but not personally. Sky had gone to this school since grade 9 so he knew most people in his grade by now unless they were new.

As Mat walked in the front door a wave of anxiety he hadnt experience yet hit him. Like a brick wall he was now experiencing an ache in his chest, a rather unfamiliar feeling for him. Never the less he found his first period, and decided to get to know the teacher before he found a seat. 'Maybe if i distract myself.' The fleeting thought passed as he walked into the classroom. Instead of getting a grasp of the teachers personality he quickly found an empty seat in the front left corner of the room, placed his stuff neatly on the corner of the desk, and put his head down. Hoping for the feeling of pressure to leave him so he could endure his first day at a new school. Mat had been to countless schools before and none of them had left him breathless, and in a state of panic like this before. He wondered what was different. This was math class afterall, he was sure to get a perfect grade. Mat picked up his notebook, a deep shade of teal so dark it was almost black, and his favorite mechanical pencil, and began to doodle some silly little figures on the top of his paper. A habit that formed early 9th grade, the teachers would often tell him theres more thought put into his art then his actual work he turned in. Even with the topic being brought up, he never did decide to join art. It was just not something he thought he would do well in, Mat was much more comfortabe with topics like history and math. Where he could put all his hard work into and solve things with his own brain and writing.

Once the bell rang more people started showing up and soon almost all of the seats were taken up. The art teacher was someone that Skyler had grown close to, her name is Ms. Beattie. Skyler almost seen her as a parental figure even though he has a mom, it was weird. Art class had went by pretty fast and it was now time for history. Skyler doesn't really like history he thinks it's boring but he wasn't too bad at it. For the most part he passes hit most of his classes he just struggles a lot with math. once the bell rang Skyler sat up from his seat and grabbed his bag. He again made his way pretty quickly through the crowded halls, knowing where he was going. The history room was downstairs so he had to go all the way downstairs. As he got to the history room he found a seat at the back in one of the corners. Sky then sat quietly and went on his phone. He guessed he would be on his phone for most of the day, since it was the first day the first days are always the most boring. Every teacher talked about the same thing over and over again. Skylar's focused shifted a little to some of the people who were now arriving to class. Sky was also aware this class was grade 11, so he would be with 11th graders... Fun.

Mat eventually calmed down to the best he could manage. They didn't do much in math class, kind of a disappointment for him. As the bell rang he hung back to check his schedule, history was next. Mat memorized the room number and started his wandering to find the history room. He was confident in history, but still would rather have a corner seat due to his unsteady headspace at the moment. When he found the room most the seats were taken, there was two options, A front row seat, or a few middle row seats in he center of the room. One seat seemed to be ideal, A singular seat in the back, right next to the corner, someone had already claimed the corner seat though. Mat decided he would settle for that one, before he could even sit down he was hit with another brick from the top of the brick wall that was his mind in that moment. He hurried to the seat before he started to loose his sense of sight. Without even taking off his bag he sat down in the seat and hurriedly put his head down on the desk to avoid a spell of passing out in the middle of class. He was midly embarrassed about the whole situation, and decided he'd be as polite and quiet as he could for the rest of the class period.

As Skylar sat in his seat, he couldn't help but notice one student in particular. He was one of the last people to walk into the classroom and he seemed very uneasy. Skylar remembered being like that, the new student, being scared and so unpleasantly nervous. Sky looked at him for a bit, frowning just a little before turning his attention to the teacher who began speaking. Sky then sighed slightly as pulled out his phone again. Throughout the whole class Sky couldn't help but notice that same boy, he had his head down all period. Sky had hoped he would be okay even though he didn't know him, mainly because he's been in that situation and still sometimes gets in them. Sky felt anxiety a lot, most of the time in public places so he felt sympathy for the boy.

Mat kept his head down, occasionally peeking out at the guy next to him. He could feel that boys eyes on him at certain moments, but didn't bother worrying about as he was sure to get a lot of looks being a new kid and having his head down all period. Never the less, his mind wondered off, sitting in and out of various states of overthinking, taking mental notes about how the teacher acted and spoke. Getting a good grip on his personality, he dared lift his head once, and met a sympathetic gaze from the boy next to him. Mat decided it was time to brave the anxiety and actually be a part of class. Whether that was a good choice or not, wasn't his decision. As the class got louder from what he was assuming was old friends catching up with each other, A small migraine began to show itself. At first it was only a small pounding at the base of his head, but soon it moved its way to his temples. Mat had never experienced something quite as bad before, though he had experienced minor anxiety attacks. As the progression continued he laid his head back on the desk, begging for class to be over so he could take a moment to breathe. Just a single moment and he was sure to find a way to fix his problems.