Behind The Sea- DEAD POETS SOCIETY STORY

Chapter Eight

Desmond collected all the boys like farmer collected their cattle.

She walked through crowds of boys and a few girls in the hallway, going to start at Neil's room, and wake up the rest of the boys in order. Neil was up, of course. He wouldn't disappoint her like that. He was awake and on time. And because Neil was ready, Todd was ready. Todd was applying his clear mascara when Desmond walked in. "Well look at you, primadonna!" She commented. Todd blushed and smirked. Neil smoothed out his sweater vest and walked over to Desmond, giving her a quick and tight hug. He kissed her hair then pulled away and picked up his bags. "I'm going to bring these to your dad in the parking lot, make sure the boys are out there in five minutes! Todd, you're welcome to join me." Neil ran out the door and shuffled through crowds just like Desmond once did.

Todd chose to help Desmond collect the poets instead.

The two stopped at Cameron's room first. Cameron was brushing his hair while Charlie was buckling his suitcase. He was obviously was having trouble. Desmond pointed to it, not even saying any words. The two of them didn't need words to communicate. They simply had the gift of being telepathic with one another. Charlie nodded at her silent question. Desmond jogged to his suitcase and sat on top of it. Charlie finally got the buckles to do their job. Desmond jumped off of it and the two high fived. "Bring your bags to the car, you'll see Neil with my father!" Desmond said, running out of the room. "Roger that!" Cameron shouted in response.

Todd stopped in front of Meeks' door and stopped Desmond from going inside. "You go wake Pitts, I'll get Meeks." Todd said. Desmond agreed and went to her pal's room. She pushed open the door to see Pitts, shuffling quickly, stress pooling off of him. Desmond decided to not rush him. He was obviously rushing himself. She walked further into the room and closed the door. He stood in front of his suitcase and his hands were shaking. His knuckles were red while the rest of his hands were white. Obvious sign of stress. She had seen this sign in her mother once before. She grabbed his hands and made him stop. He tried to pull his hands away from hers but she snatched them back. "Hey... look at me... real quick..." She said slowly. He stopped and sat beside his suitcase. With a sigh, he laid his head on her stomach. She held him and played with his hair. She rubbed his back and shoulders, just letting him take a breath. Her dad would understand why they were late and he wouldn't be mad. "I'll grab the rest of your things. You just get your shoes on, Pittsie. Relax, you're in good hands." She whispered before kissing the back of his neck. He blushed and touched where her lips had left a mark. Desmond handed his dress shoes to him and she grabbed the last remaining small boxes in his closet. They looked like gift boxes but she decided to not ask if they were or were not. They could be a surprise of some sort for someone and Desmond didn't want to be the one who ruined the surprise.

She buckled his suitcase and grabbed his coat. He put it on his lanky upper body and grabbed his suitcase in one hand. His other hand wrapped around Desmond's shoulders. She smiled and cuddled into his side. The two walked through the crowds that pushed and hassled them, and fought their way to the exit. Once they were out, the cold winter air began abusing their cheeks and their beady nose. They could not have loved that feeling more than anything in the entire existence of man... well, besides each other. 

"DESMOND!" Desmond's father shouted. She looked across the parking lot and saw him, waving with a massive grin. Desmond put her hand in Pitt's empty palm and interlocked their fingers. "Cmon!" She laughed. Pitts smiled at her pure bliss. The way Desmond looked up to her father is one way every person desires to be looked up to. The way that Mr. Perry thought Neil admired him. "DAD!" She shouted, jumping in his open arms. He placed her back down after they embraced for fifteen seconds. Her dad ruffled her hair and then fixed her ribbon. As Desmond adjusted her bangs, she gave Pitts a hand signal to 'come closer.' He moved swiftly then put his hand out as Desmond spoke.