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 Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 8:42 pm
Lunch time. It was a break from the daily grind and a time to hang out with your friends or do something fun while you were eating.
Ellie had decided that today for lunch, she was going to hang out in the Auto Shop. Figures that Ellie would be the one girl who'd be caught dead inside a classroom during lunch. Her reasoning had been pretty sound. She was still upset at Jared for being overly protective, and figuring it would be best, she decided not to hang out with her little group of friends.
Auto Shop was a really fun classroom to hang out in, regardless of what most sane students thought. It was half a classroom and half a car garage. She sat on one of the desks by the whiteboard and looked over the span of the room. It was always interesting to see how the classroom literally melted into a car garage. Even the floor went from pristine white tiles to a greyish colored concrete.
"Mmmmm... Bur-eet-oh!" she almost purred as she took another bite from her meal.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 9:31 pm
Another day at school, another day closer to a future career of pumping gas- ok who was he kidding? At this rate, Toby wasn't sure he would even survive to the next year.
Ah well, he thought, nearing a corridor, and sneaking up another staircase, that was 'later' and 'now' could be dedicated to a blissful lunch break of meandering the school corridors lazily.
He passed by a few rooms, nosily poking his head in, as if debating where to spend his time stea- oh there was that word again! - err borrowing something. For his collection of course. Ever since his last incident with the art room and the alien girl, he had been avoiding that part of the school like the plague: it was time to find a 'new nest to burrow' so to speak.
Science lab? No way: who knew what stuff still lay seeping on the petri dishes that weren't yet cleaned up. He wasn't even going to touch the 'Gentlemen's Club'- oh hello!
Something shiny glistened from within one of the smaller classrooms, one he normally wouldn't pay attention to. Curiousity piqued, Toby stuck his head in, taking a looksee around.
Ok, this classroom wasn't just curious, it was outright unusual. Is this where the school's limited extra budget funding had been going to? A fusion of regular classroom white and odd-concrete grey barraged his eyes, while shelves upon shelves of stuff he'd probably find at a home hardware store decked the far end of the room.
"Huh," Toby scratched his head, talking outloud to himself, noting some 'CAR MECHANICS FOR DUMMIES' bindings sprawled to one side. "Why would we have an auto shop if we cant drive?" He was so busy absorbing, well, all the 'shinies' in the room, he had failed to notice if anyone other than him was inside it.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 9:48 pm
The blonde girl couldn't help but perk up slightly as the door opened up with an obnoxious creaking sound (the janitor had claimed it was something that couldn't be fixed). She had half a mouth full of yummy bean burrito goodness in her mouth, and she wasn't about to spew it out by calling out a hello. Instead, she waved her arm initially. It was only once she swallowed that mouthful of DELICIOUS that she greeted casually "Yoh!"
Obviously this boy wasn't very familiar with the auto shop, for he seemed to be gaping at the whole room. With the grace of an elephant, she hopped off the desk she had been sitting on. Maybe if she had been more graceful, her panties wouldn't have been flashed for about a half a second. They were black with a puppy on it.
"Are ya new to the school or somethin'?" she asked presumptuously. Seeing as she couldn't shake hands with a burrito, she switched the tortilla from her right to her left hand before offering it for a handshake. "Name's Ellie, what'cha doin' 'ere?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 10:28 pm
One second he was squinting at some car manuals - and the next-!
- loud thumping crash, followed by a flash of something black with.. was that some sort of teddy bear?! (Toby blushed and would have looked the other way if the girl had seem even remotely concerned)-
And suddenly a student was literally, offering her hand in a sincere welcome. Even before he could collect his wits, he found himself already shaking hands with this stranger.
"Er," he paused, all previous 'could haves' entirely forgotten, "Y-Yeah I'm kinda newish." Most people didn't even know who he was due to his outstanding attendance record. "I... was actually just classroom browsing for stuff, but I've never seen this class before." He had no clue why he had just blurted out all his intentions, but something about the way this straightforward girl, Ellie, had approached him made him balk at even thinking of an excuse.
He paused for a second to look at this girl: she seemed pretty laid back (for a girl), her slang giving away a good chunk of her personality. Upon realising that staring in most countries was considered awkward, he rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed, and looked another direction. "Um... I'm Toby by the way." He found himself staring at the burrito in Ellie's other hand, suddenly confused. "Wait, is this classroom some sorta... girl's mechanics club?"
That would have been really embarrassing he had stumbled into an all-girls club without thinking.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 11:01 pm
Ellie's large golden eyes blinked curiously at the boy. "So, Toby, eh? Come in, come in! I could use some company fer lunch!" With the hand she was shaking with, she practically tugged the boy into the room. "Welcome t'Auto Shop!"
There were no other students in the room, so Toby would have his answer to the question about a school club. Hopping back onto the desk she had been sitting on (complete with mild skirt flip), she scratched her head a bit to fluff up her hair a bit.
"So, what sort of 'stuff' were you browsing for, Toby? Tryin' t'figger out what sort of elective y'want?" With that question in the air, she took another bite of her burrito. Conversation and eating, a girl needed to know how to juggle the two during lunch time.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 1:19 pm
Ahhh so it wasn't an all girls club 'thing', thank goodness. Breathing a sigh of relief, he paused, watching her take a bite of the burrito, debating which one of his almost endless barrage of questions in his mind he wanted to ask first.
Logic stated that perhaps he should answer Ellie's question first. "Yeah, kinda." Wait, what was an 'elective' again? Something about extra school right? "But I'm not really that interested in joining anything!" There was no way he would surrender his precious spare time for extra school work, no matter how 'fun' it seemed.
However, his eyes still lit up at the mention of 'stuff' and 'browsing'. He craned his head upwards, staring at the strange metallic-sheen ceiling. "I've just never seen anything like this, I mean you'd need an actual car for all this stuff to work!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 1:32 pm
Chew-chew-chew. Eventually, Ellie swallowed her mouthful of delicious and spoke up.
"So yer only taking only core educational requirements? DaAAAAAAyum!" Did this mean the boy in front of her was some sort of egghead who had endless amounts of wisdom to offer? With her free hand, she leaned her chin on her open palm.
"I mean, I can't imagine going through a whole day without some sort of elective. Books can only be so fun..." Her voice dwindled momentarily and she blew out a small puff of air from her mouth. It really was a foreign concept.
She only gave herself maybe 2 more seconds to think this over before she moved onto the next comment. "Nawwwww... anybody can take Auto Shop. It helps t'have a car, so y'can practice... but the point of this class is t'learn how t'fix up a car!" Once again, burrito time! She took another bite of her lunch and waited for a response.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 7:34 pm
Ok, whoah whoah, backup. Did Ellie just imply that he would even think about spending his spare time reading books?. "Well," he admitted, snorting a bit to himself in amusement, "I dont mind school and all, but its damn boring, for me at least. I mean, there's just so much to do outside school. I'd rather just go out and explore. And I dont even have a car!"
He drooled a bit, thinking of the things he could do with transportation (Just like in the movie Too Speedy Too Angry, the highway scene where they get chased by cops and a large semi gets in their way, causing a HUGe- errr whoops, another story for another time!).
It occurred to Toby that in order for said Auto Shop to fix up cars, they would indeed, require having some. He scratched his head. "Huh, anyway where would you get extra cars, do you like steal them and fix them up or something?" That would kinda make sense: though Toby normally didn't steal anything that didn't fit in his pocket, but with the right incentive...
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 7:44 pm
As she chewed her food, she couldn't help but ask mentally So why is he taking only core requirements then? Even though she hadn't asked the question aloud, she still rolled her shoulders into a small shrug. Swallowing that mouthful, she responded "My dad and Hank both donate cars t'schools fer Auto shop."
She chuckled slightly and added "I think the School Board would get in a lot of trouble if they were stealin' cars. Lawsuits are such a nasty thing!" It was only about this time she was noticing the boy seemed lacking in the lunch department.
"Y'already finish lunch, or did y'ferget yer food or money t'day?" She didn't really wait for a response before she pulled up her lunch-sack from the floor and start digging around inside of it for something.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 8:24 pm
Toby watched her curiously, wondering exactly how large her lunch was, from the ways she was searching inside it. "Nah I'm not hungry." He replied almost immediately, in a spur of machismo. His stomach, upon thinking of the idea of food, was a little more honest.
Blushing, and squirming a little uncomfortably, he tried to ignore the ominous growl of fooooooooooood and instead, focus on the conversation at hand. There was still so much to ask after all!
Not having dealt much with the theoretical lawsuits himself, Toby furrowed his brow, a little confused. "I guess yeah, that would make sense." He bobbed his head just to get along: sometimes it was hard to remind himself that not everyone thought the same way he did. And speaking of not being the same...
"Wait, you mean, you guys have," and here his voice rose to a squeak, one that only poor male victims between the ages of thirteen and seventeen could accomplish, "more than one car?." Crap. That was a little embarrasing. "I mean like," he quickly covered up, "that would mean you have a car too right?"
He closed his eyes for a second. "Man, if I had a car or something, I wouldn't be spending it in this lousy school, more than I have to already. Imagine all the other places you could go with it."
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 8:42 pm
Lifting up a bag of tortilla chips from her lunch-sack, she dangled them in front of Toby's nose. "They're yers if y'want it. I packed up too much food t'day. Only got room fer the burrito." Speaking of her burrito, she took another bite and swallowed it. By the time it was time for her to speak, she was nearly choking because of the laughter she had to hold in.
"Oh gosh! You must sleep under a rock or somethin'!" She had to stop talking for a moment to take in a deep breath, hoping to drown out some of her laughter.
"The school has more than one class of Auto Shop, so they need more than one car. M'dad's a used car salesman, so he brings the duds here fer the class. Hank owns a car repair shop, so he brings spare parts fer the school." Getting the rest of the laughter out of her lungs, she eventually stopped and turned towards the boy.
"Yer a funny guy, Toby!" She set down the bag of chips long enough to give the strange boy a hearty pat on the back.
"Dad won't jus' gimme a fully functional car if he can sell it. He gave me a car, that I have to finish building before I can use it." Here, she smirked and gave the boy a look like she now meant business. "However, I do pride myself on my motorcycle." Her current pride and joy, the Spectrum, was enough to keep this girl beaming for hours.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:23 pm
Upon hearing the word 'too much food', Toby immediately surrendered whatever shreds was left of his dignity and grabbed the small (godly!) parcel, doing the seemingly impossible action of opening the bag of chips and shoveling them into his mouth at once.
He opened his mouth to say something, and nearly choked, deciding it was probably best to you know, swallow, important things like that. A couple more gulps later, his jaws were a little less preoccupied.
Well, she wasn't too far off. "Um... well I dont live with my parents or anything," Toby admitted. They had divorced a while back, but it wasn't something he remembered that clearly. "But I've slept on rocks before?" He added, what he thought helpfully.
The teen raised an eyebrow. He didn't think he was that funny, but why not go with what he had. "Thanks.. I think." Getting back to the topic at hand now that the chips were gone (he eyed the package sadly, debating shaking it for crumbs), Toby didn't know whether to be impressed or surprised.
"What... a motorbike?!" His eyes widened as large as saucers. "Like.. a REAL one?" That was EVEN BETTER than a car!
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:38 pm
"Wow, you've slept on rocks before? Da-yum!" Ellie chuckled again, wondering for a brief second what it must have been like to sleep on a rock (or several). Probably uncomfortable at best.
"Oh yeah, a real one. What'd ya think I was talkin' 'bout? A fake one?" She laughed, finding the joke funny (regardless of it actually being humorous). "Oh, but she's such a smooth ride. Dad gave me her and I fixed her up. I just need t'enter some races with her t'see what she can really do!"
Had she just been a little more nerdy about the subject, she might have revved up the imaginary motorcycle.
Might have.
Instead, she took the final bite of burrito and chewed on that while her glee mellowed out to simple happiness. Maybe 10 seconds later she swallowed the food and asked "So, ya live with yer grandparents, uncle, aunt... who?" She seemed to be reaching for an answer, but her voice hushed as it ran out of possibilities to list off.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 4:33 pm
"Yeah, about those sleeping on rocks," he coughed, a bit embarrassed, "I was supposed to be waiting for someth- well, someone, and I feel asleep." No way Toby was telling her was camping out for the Alien Girl to reappear at this very school; this was classified information!
He fiddled with the plastic bag of chips, a nervous habit, slightly distracting himself with the crinkling noise. He couldn't help but feel a little jealous at Ellie's amazing stories: she really had everything (after cars and motorbikes, there was really nothing else a teenage boy could need!) One day, he would get, well, something awesome too, and then people would be jealous of him, haha!
Trying not to feel too awkward about his lack of well, personal finances, Toby shrugged nonchalantly, thinking of a quick fib. "Oh um, yeah I live around. My mom's always busy, both my parents are really." Might as well play the 'I'm a rebel' card to the extreme. He puffed up his chest. "I just go as I please."
Toby thought about making a 'I'm like the passing wind!' comment' but somehow he had a feeling that might come out wrong. Distracted, his mind wandered, mulling over their conversation. "Wait, have you actually won races?" He hushed, deep in thought. "Man, you could just zoom by on your bike and show these other kids what you're made of! Maybe if you raced a lot you wouldn't even have to go to school!!"
Ah yes, the ultimate slacker's fantasy: skipping school. Toby was still trying to find ways of not being caught by his teachers outside of school, and ultimately, not having to wear such infernally embarrassing dress code.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 7:20 pm
She had seen this sort of act before. It was a common showcase for boys around her age to try to sound as "bad" as possible. She never got it, but that was probably because she was on their side of the table rather than the girl's side. To be honest, she wasn't exactly a "good" girl either. She ditched classes, got into detention, rode her bike without a license, and stayed out way past curfew. Maybe she was supposed to have the same effect on guys as the "bad boy" had on girls?
It was the furthest thing from her mind in reality. She crinkled up the plastic wrapper that had been holding her meal, then casually attempted to throw it into the large waste basket on the other side of the room. It hit the rim with a light plastic crinkle and bounced out.
"Damn..." she uttered before reentering the conversation. "Haven't had the chance to enter any races yet. Been workin' on too many projects lately t'race." Subconsciously she couldn't help but think of her new role as a Sailor Scout. It was such a drag.
"That, and I can't just show off... kinda illegal fer me t'be riding around still. No license." Ah, the meat and potatoes of the whole dilemma had been revealed. Yet even after admitting such, she still didn't seem to care too much. She just simply shrugged it off.
"Doesn't matter much, Mom'd still make me go t'school!" With that, she decided to pay attention to one detail about school that was important to nearly any student: the time. It was just two minutes until lunch was over. Smacking her lips together slightly, she hopped up off the desk again, once again flashing her panties slightly at Toby.
As she began to gather her things, she asked "So hey, where d'ya hang out after school?"
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