This is me and Neighbor's rp forum. Ill be using Gus and Neighbor will be using Apollow.

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Yeah. Basically a Jock x Band kid gay romance rp :)

Apollow enjoyed his band class, he got to mess with instruments, and his teacher was a goofy guy. Never a dull moment. Though it got a bit overwhelming when people started asking about his career. Being a singer wasn't all that great. All the question consisted of

'how much do you get paid?'

'Do you sing about anyone here?'

'Can I get an autograph?'

Though he enjoyed giving out merch and autographs, it got a bit too much for one person, and he often wished he could burry his career and have no one know about it.

Today's band class was almost empty, as most of the kids were off for bi-county, and the teacher included. The three of them left and the sub made for a very quiet classroom. Void of anymore noise than breathing, and the muffled music leaking from someone's headphones.

Gus grumbled as he entered the math classroom on the second floor of the high school. He would rather do anything other than math right now. Gus sat down in a seat at the back of the room by some of his teammates, trying to avoid the teacher's gaze. He knew that if they made eye contact, he'd be assigned a seat at the front of the room. He threw his bag on the floor, not bothering to take out a pencil or paper, although they were required in class.

Gus kicked his legs up on the desk and leaned his chair back slightly, rocking the chair back and forth quietly. For a long while, he fiddled with his hands before leaning toward his bag and pulling out his phone. He knew the rule his math teacher had about phones, but he didn't exactly care. And anyway, the math teacher knew Gus wasn't doing anything, just staring at the screen to pass the time.

After some time, he looked up at the board, hardly unsettled by the fact that he had no idea what any of the equations meant. It was almost the end of hockey season and he needed to be solely focused on his hockey career. The next game is going to be the next day, and he can't afford to have the team lose this one.

He ran his hands through his cloud white hair, wishing he had something to do. He didn't bother to get out his phone, Apollow would probably just be bombarded with emails or texts anyways. Instead, he got up and grabbed his sketchbook out of his bag, drafting a half-assed doodle of a bouquet of orchids and forget-me-nots. He'd use watercolor pencils and acrylics on it later.

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Apollow took glances around the room as he heard one of his songs start playing. Music leaking from someone earbuds again. Typical, but slightly annoying. He kept sketching orchids. Some with big, thick petals, and others with small and spindly stalks.

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He loved orchids, they were probably his favorite flower. But he despised the ones that supermarkets dyed vibrant colors, he liked the natural colors. A reminder that natural beauty is just as captivating or even more than fake artificial beauty.

Gus's hands started fidgeting again when he put his phone face down on the desk after a successful session of doing nothing. He stared the clock down for about ten minutes, watching the seconds pass by slowly. Finally, three minutes remained in the class period. Their math teacher sighed, stopping the lesson to announce, "You can start packing up now."

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Gus swung his feet off the desktop and planted them firmly on the ground. He stood up and adjusted his team jacket over the white tee he wore under it. He then slipped his phone into his back pocket, but only after putting an earbud in. He never used both earbuds at the same time, just so he could hear what was going on around him. He hauled his bag off the floor, flinging one strap over his shoulder. He stood silently, waiting for the bell to ring, signifying the next period.

As he watched the time he messed with the hem of his tee-shirt, it was almost time for next period, his was history. It wasnt a huge interest of his, but it was tolerable. He put up his notebook and grabbed his sachel-like bag, walking over to wait by the door. He was there for maybe 2 minutes before the bell rang, the walk to histor contained crowded hallways, and a flight of stairs. Both annoying to Apollow.

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On the plus side, he got to be in class with some of the hockey team. Albeit they are jocks, the conversations they have never fail to intertain. Apollow navigated the people dense hallways, and made his way down the stairs, and finally ino his classroom. Where he picked a middle seat in the second to last row. A good spot. A spot not to close to be corrected by the teacher, but not too far so that he could still read the board. He set down his stuff and got out his book, notebook, and a pencil.

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"About to get boring in here" he said to himself

Gus rushed out of the classroom, excited to see some of the more talkative teammates in history. As he walked down the hall, he was well aware of some of the stares he got. He was never the most liked of the teammates, nor the most popular. Being a right-wing only got you so far, but it was his position, and he wouldn't give it up for the world. He wandered over to the history classroom door.

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As Gus walked in, he sighed with relief, seeing as his teammates had an open seat nearby, even if it wasn't at the back. He was kind of sat at the outside of the group, just behind some shorter kid who seemed to actually want to pay attention in class. When he reached his seat, he greeted the hockey players, slapping their backs and punching their shoulders. The regular jock act.

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After seating himself, he said to his buddy beside him, the team's left-winger, "Excited for tomorrow's game?"

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"Yeah, no shit!" The left wing replied, laughing.

As the jocks filed into the room it became louder, but it was fun to listen in on their conversation. There was a game coming up tomorrow and Apollow enjoyed hearing how excited they were. He might go, since he had nothing better to do, after-school band practice was canceled because of bi-county. And he didn't have another recording until Friday, it was only Tuesday.

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He spaced off until the last jock came waltzing into the room, patting the backs of the others, and making small talk with one as he settled in behind Apollow. He opened his sketchbook and continued to draw, holding it up every once and a while to check and make sure the perspective wasn't messed up. If all went well, he could draw his own tattoo.

As class started, Gus's dark eyes flickered to the kid in front of him. Something about him seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. After a bit, he became bored again, turning to the left wing beside him again. "You gonna try and get a girl for after the game?" He asked, as customary for most of the hockey players to go out with one of the popular girls after a game. Gus had only done it once, finding that she wasn't to his taste, so they spent the time talking. Since that first game, Gus always told the team he was going out with someone, but he never did.

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The left wing nodded in the direction of one of the football cheerleaders. "Yeah man, gonna ask her out." Gus snorted, not able to see her accepting the offer. "Good luck," he chuckled.

Apollow found it amusing to listen to the customs of what the players did after the game. He never knew himself. The most thr band kids did after they played was urge the younger newer players to bathe. Apollow had been on his fair share of dates, but decided it wasn't really him. The fancy dinner dates, uptight clothes. Women putting on excessive amounts of perfume.

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He ran a hand through his hair as he continued to draw. He switched from orchids, to those small purple dawn flowers that bloomed on vines, and closed their petals during the day, only opening them in the mornings and right at dusk. "OH, morning glory! That's what they are called!" He exclaimed quietly to himself. He drew a ring of those, and then took out a sharpie to recreate it round his wrist.

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He payed fleeting glances of his attention to the teacher and what he was talking about. But honestly, Apollow couldn't care less.