Hearstopper from the edit room floor

Form room scribblings

A/N; this short was inspired by the image above! (Not mine just looked cool when I found it on google) I have had a few people comment on how emotional this first part of this shorts book made them so while I write and bring that story to a close with a happy ending and justice in the best way I can think of please accept this as an apology a wound healer of sorts! Believe me I almost didn't publish that first part..

Please enjoy "form room scribblings"

The ending of this is quite AU vibes and maybe a bit random but I couldn't not keep it in because I really liked it

Nicks POV

We - Charlie and I sat board in our form room listening to Mr Lange give a talk on the upcoming science Faye that the science club would be hosting. (sometimes having one of the best teachers as form tutor who taught one of the hardest subjects sucked a lot) I was sat staring into space, lost in my own head not really paying too much attention when suddenly Charlie grabs my hand forcefully "well hello you!" I smile attempting to take his hand in mine which he accepts happily and starts bouncing our hands against the table "I've got an idea" Charlie says softly we both know we're going to get caught for talking any minute but couldn't care less "oh no that's dangerous" I quip, which gained an eyebrow raise and smile from Charlie "let me draw on you" he says frankly, but brightly. I consider his ideas for a moment raising an eyebrow back at him "come on it wouldn't be the first would it?" He mumbled trying to keep his voice down...

I mean, he wasn't wrong everyday since I'd drawn that first smily face on his hand accidentally he'd insisted on a new one every morning "on one condition" I state, before mr Lange cuts in with a bellowing "Nick and Charlie keep it down please" from across the room "and what would that be?" Charlie quizzes, pulling out his best and brightest pens and markers from his pencil case I scratch my head pretending to think, "I get to draw on you.. at the same time" as I finish that sentence Charlie's face explodes into a brilliant smile and I can't help but laugh "come on Picasso we haven't got long" I sigh happily digging through my bag and getting my own pencil case so I was ready, we really needed to be paying attention but neither of us could care any less.

As we attempted to start our "artwork" we quickly realised doing it at the same time would be tricky given the lack of actual space on the table "right down tools Nelson" Charlie splutters through a giggle "you've got another idea haven't you?" I ask and again Charlie nods, at this point Lange had stopped talking and the buzz of the form room was back in full swing and at a normal volume "we take it in turns but canvas closes their eyes" Charlie pitches without a second thought I cover my eyes with one hand and slide my other arm towards Charlie "Char my skin is your canvas please no penis sketches though " I announce with an undertone of dramatics and I hear Charlie sigh in defeat and mumble a fine under his breath, and I can't help but chuckle.

With my eyes closed all I have to go off of is the sensations and sounds around me, Charlie's hands felt cold but gentle against my skin my hand lifted and moved every so often they willingly and naturally allow Charlie to move them without a second thought, he's humming very quietly and gently under his breath, it takes me a minute before I realise he's making his way through the 'everybody's talking about Jamie' soundtrack he'd been obsessed with it at the moment, he was currently humming "and you don't even know it" which was one of his favourite songs and the tune he was learning in his drum lessons surprise surprise... not

"you'll never get that song out of your head will you?" I ask and Charlie just laughs "it's a total ear-worm what can I say?" he admits and I feel him shrug  against me and he continues humming, the pens continue to etch and scratch against my skin, it felt strange but didn't hurt. I could tell when he was drawing lines or shading and it actually felt quite relaxing and therapeutic in an odd way.