(Real quick, I'm sure you noticed I started doing |this| to the narration and changing to point of view. I'm doing it to make up for moments that need better description, characters entering the scene, and points where Drake stops thinking to himself.)
(I'm also thinking about dividing the endings between Drake and Fang as Drake has his own point system like Anon. Ending 1-D/1-F and so on.)
— —TWO WEEKS LATER— —
I'm looking over my final grades for this semester.
My science score is 100%.
Fang and I have been 'studying' a lot together.
Every time we study, it becomes a jam session or lyric writing for Fang's new song.
Spending more and more time with her was fun.
And seeing this side of her... makes me feel so lightheaded like I'm floating on clouds.
Although the sheet rope escapes from Fang's dad, were starting to leave serious rugburns on my palms.
As a plus, we aced music class.
The midterm was a demonstration.
I originally intended to play the piano, but Fang's lessons gave me the confidence to play the guitar.
Fang even told me she was proud of my playing, or rather proud of herself for teaching me to play well.
Her way of congratulating me was to hip-check me right into my locker, only to apologize while laughing her ass off.
Actually, this whole ordeal made me start writing lyrics for my old beats. My first attempt was something alright. I put a lot of my personal anxieties in the lyrics.
I uploaded it to a popular music site anonymously, and it gained a small following for a few days.
Even that tiny number inspired me, made me realize I could follow this path.
Anyway, the end of midterms means the start of a new quarter.
Halfway through the semester and things have been going pretty good.
I haven't fucked anything up so far, and I think the band is starting to warm up to me.
Especially Fang.
In fact, we've been hanging out more in the auditorium after school.
Instead of band practice, we've been making use of that broken projector.
Watching shitty movies and playing on Reed's Xrox.
|As he stands still, staring off into space, Naomi leans into his field of view.|
Naomi: Why are you so deep in thought, Drake?
The Mandarin Manchurian rips me away from my monologue.
During homeroom, Spears came on the PA to declare an assembly for the senior class.
Or in his own words, "ASSES IN THOSE SEATS NOW!"
Naomi has taken the opportunity to walk with me through the hallways.
Drake: Nothing. Something you needed?
Naomi: So I heard you and Fang went on another date the other day.
Of course she did.
Drake: Wasn't a date. Just hanging out.
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NOWHERE TO GO, BUT UP <|Snoot Game X OC|>
FanfictionA human high schooler transfers from his old school, Rock Bottom, to Volcano High, which is a school populated majorly by Saurians. Who's to say how he'll adjust, but you know what they say about rock bottom... "There's nowhere left to go, but up."
