'𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦'
Neil Perry is completely and utterly infatuated with the juvenile delinquent that attends W...
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"Well?"
Will asked as Neil enters their dorm room. Her book is placed onto her bed and marked as she sits up. Her eyes are alighted with anticipation.
The rain billows outside, the harsh pour melting the thin layer of snow that resides on the ground. The drops slowly slide down the finger print stained window, creaking clear streaks. All stress Will holds slowly disappears as she listens to the rain fall, moments like this making her usually tough demeanor calm. Will looks at him and awaits his response. She didn't notice the way his posture changed and the way he tended, as if he was preparing to tell a lie.
Neil, taking advantage of this moment, feins a disappointed expression and sighs. Will sits up, but before the charade can continue Neil exclaims,
"I can stay in the play!"
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The night of Neil's performance has finally arrived and the members of the Dead Poets Society are preparing to go to Henley hall. Since the night sky appeared and the moon rose into the air no one has been able to find Will. But with no time to try to investigate their friend's disappearance they decided on getting dressed and cleaning themselves.
"Beautiful baby." Pitts commented as he and his friends combed their hair.
"Beautiful baby. Henley Hall, here I come." Meeks cheered, readjusting his glasses.
"Excuse me, just a moment. Yes. You're so cute." Cameron said, looking at himself in the mirror with an approving nod. Todd, hearing this, decides to mess up the boy's hair. "Come on, Todd. I'm trying to fix this."
"Come on, Nuwanda. You're gonna miss Neil's entrance." Todd said to the boy that stands in a stall.
"He said something about getting red before we left." Pitts informed his friend.
"Getting red? What does that mean?" Cameron asked, confused.
"I, uh-- Well, you know Charlie." Pitts stuttered, unaware of what Charlie was doing.
"So, Charlie, what's this "getting red" bit?" Todd questioned. The stall door opens and Charlie walks out, his hair swooped back and a container of paint in his hand. He then rips open the front of his dress shirt, revealing a red lightning bolt painted across his chest. "W-What is that?"
"It's an Indian warrior symbol for virility. Makes me feel potent, like it can drive girls crazy." Charlie explained, a smirk settled on his face.
"Oh, come on, Charlie. The girls are waiting." Todd said with a small laugh.
"Where's your roommate Todd?" Charlie asked, noticing the girl missing and looking over at the Anderson boy.
"Neil's at the hall already. They said they wanted him like an hour early." Todd answered.
