Behind The Sea- DEAD POETS SOCIETY STORY

Chapter Three

Desmond walked out of her dorm and juggled all of her books in her arms. She pushed them into her tote bag and organized them as she kept walking down the hall. That was when she froze beside a doorway. Instinct told her to. Neil Perry walked out of the door she stopped outside of as she kept fixing her books.

"Ready to go, Demy girl?" Neil asked. Desmond looked up from her bag and sighed with a smile, running her fingers down her skirt. She noticed that 1/3 of their trio was nowhere in sight. Neil shrugged and began walking. He read Desmond's mind. He knew she saw Todd wasn't there. "I haven't seen him since dinner. I think he feels bad turning down the study meet so he's hiding. He's so shy..." Neil said. A slight redness scattered across his cheeks and down his jawline. Desmond smirked at her friend's blush.

"Well that's okay... I think it's a nice change of pace, his shyness. I'm so used to people being stuck up and obnoxious." Desmond laughed. Neil chuckled along with her and pushed open the doors that were at the bottom of the the stairs. They found their feet moving across the lobby and getting closer to the common room.

"Are you?" Neil asked a bit shocked. Desmond didn't seem as if she hung around with those kinds of people.

"Yeah, because of my father's business status. He only hangs out with people like that because he feels telling them 'we can't be friends anymore.' But those people make him miserable. I wish he would just... grow a vagina and kick those losers out of his life. Saying that, I now realize I sound obnoxious. But then again, when have I ever cared how I sounded." Desmond complained, not caring if Neil found her overbearing and negative. It was true. She wished and hoped and prayed her father would actually help himself once in a while. But he wouldn't. That wasn't in her dad's character. That was his only downfall. He was naive.

"Geez my father would LOVE that fame. Can your father donate his friends to my father? Then maybe my father would actually like me because I got him a few pals." Neil said with a smile plastered on his face and his he was laughing at his own joke. Desmond chuckled with him but kept her eyes on his smile. It was fake. Completely fake. Neil had some sort of pit in his heart towards his father. Desmond couldn't tell if he hated him or if he felt guilty. Guilty in a sense that he thought he would never please his father and never be the man his father expects him to be. Desmond stopped laughing and just stared at her new friend. They had now reached the common room. The two stood outside, waiting to go in. Neil was waiting on Desmond who was stuck outside, wanting to mention the father thing, but not knowing how.

"You don't like him, do you?" She asked. Her breath was shaky. Her legs felt weak. The nervousness struck her like lightning to a swimming pool. Neil sighed and looked away in guilt. His eyes dropped to his his shoes and he dropped his shoulders. Neil didn't answer. Wasn't it obvious he didn't like his father? Desmond sighed and didn't know what to say. She didn't want to say 'it's okay' because it is not okay... not liking your father because he is a bad person is not healthy, therefore not okay. So she stepped closer and put her hand on his arm. "Do you mind if I hug you?" She said with a laugh. Neil shook his head and laughed along, opening his arms, and embracing the short and thin girl in his frail and lanky arms. It felt good. It was like a hug from a sister he never had. It could look like they were dating or in love but... neither of them felt that type of way. Not in the slightest bit. They were sort of meant and destined to meet one another though. Soulmates. Twin Flames. All of those words, that's what they were, in the friendliest and nicest way. Not in a lovey or romantic one.

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Neil had his face buried in a school book, jotting notes down on a paper, not really paying attention to the atmosphere around him. He had two things on his mind. Well he had one thing 80% on his mind, then another thing 20% on his mind. The 20% was his school work that he was currently doing. The 80% was a statement Desmond had said to him. "Grow a vagina." Was a phrase she had used. He'd never heard it before. Had she made it up? He's heard grow a pair, and grow a pair of balls, but never grow a vagina! It was quiete obscene. He wasn't used to vulgar language concerning human anatomy.