Skam Season 3 but in Brighton, UK.
"Look at how unlikely our meeting was. Look at the vastness of the universe encompassing all the things we think we know. Look at me, at us, together - Here and now. Isn't this some form of a miracle?" -N.M.Sanchez...
The bell rang the break and everyone in the class quickly grabbed their things and left. Charlie took his time a little more, he had no reason to rush as he had the next hour free.
He headed out, backpack on, wondering where he should go to study. He decided to go to the library, this way, maybe he could get some things done during that time. His friends were also free, but apart for William who sometimes made effort, they weren't too big on studying in advance.
He pushed the door of the library and was surprised to see how busy it was. He was informed by the librarian that a class was occupying it but he could still study in the back, if he was able to find a place. So he decided to try.
He walked to the back, finding out how busy it also was. It was still very quiet, apart from turning pages, scrapping pens and whispers. But there didn't seem to be many free spots.
He looked around a little, ready to give up as there was no way he would sit down at a table full of strangers. Once again, however, a familiar face appeared in the sea of strangers. A head of brown curls, earphones in, was bent over a book. And the place next to him was free.
"Can I sit here?" He asked.
Isaac looked up from his book and took out a earphone. He nodded before organising the table a bit to give Charlie more space. So, he sat down next to him and pulled out his textbook and some sheets of paper to write on. Acting like he was super concentrated, Charlie started working on his homework, even though he couldn't help but quickly glance at Isaac's hands. Why his hands? Because it was the only thing he could glance at without being to obvious. Isaac was apparently back to reading his book, a book about languages according to what Charlie could see, and he was fidgeting with a pen. Another thing thing that Charlie noticed was that the earphone he took out when he sat down was still on the table, as if he was waiting for Charlie to talk to him.
Maybe he should. After all, last Friday, they seemed to really get along. They could be friends. Right?
"Thanks for Will's scarf," he said, turning his head towards him. "Sorry, I realised none of us thanked you."
Isaac looked at him and smiled softly before shrugging quickly.
"You're welcome."
"And sorry I was a bit weird." Charlie looked down for a moment, hoping he didn't make things even weirder.
"It's quite okay. I just hope I didn't get you into trouble," he said with a laugh.
"No..."
"Then that's fine. You can be weird." He shrugged, smiling. "After all, you're from down-under, doesn't that give you a pass to be weird?"
"If only."
They both laughed and Charlie looked at him with a smile, before getting back to his homework. But a earphone appeared in front of him.
"Music?" Isaac asked, holding the earphone.
Charlie nodded and put the earphone in his ear. At first, he didn't recognized the song, but the lyrics told him it was "When I Kissed the Teacher."
"ABBA?" He asked.
"Oh yeah. You don't like it?"
"No, no, I don't really know the song, so I was just asking."
Grabbing his phone on the table, Isaac went through his Spotify, looking for another song.
"Got lots of ABBA," he said with a laugh. "Wait, I have a song you should listen to."
He clicked on a song, showing the title to Charlie. "Vill du se en stjärna?"
"It means "do you want to see a star?" in Swedish."
Listening to the melody, Charlie gave up on trying to understand the lyrics. But maybe later he could try to find a translation online. He liked the song. It was different from the last song Isaac had on, but it fell a little more into the rock side of pop rock, which Charlie appreciated.
"It's a good song. I can't understand it, but the music is nice."
"The lyrics are nice too."
"You speak Swedish?" Charlie asked. It was a fair question. Why would he speak Swedish out of all languages?
"You might be from the land of kangaroos, but half of me comes from the land of elks and cloudberries. So I learned its language with my mum."
Charlie listened, a little impressed but also glad to be learning more about the British-Swedish guy next to him.
"Any song suggestion?" Isaac asked, giving him his phone.
After a short reflection, he started looking for a song. He opted for a Beatle song, which he knew Isaac would know but that didn't matter. He just wanted to listen to it with him.
"While My Guitar Gently Weeps?" Isaac asked, lifting up an eyebrow. "Nice..."
Isaac put his hand on Charlie's shoulder while taking back his phone, still smiling. Sharing the pair of earphones, they continued to work on their respective things.
That was until the bell rang the end of the morning break, and Isaac had to leave, apologising for having to take away the music. But it wasn't really what Charlie was regretting. He watched him leave, and waved as Isaac looked over his shoulder towards him, smiling. He was about to go back to his physics notebook when he realised that Isaac had forgotten a little piece of paper. Maybe he wanted him to give it back, like he did for the scarf? But upon closer inspection, it became clear that he actually left it for him. A little note with a quote like the others in Isaac's bedroom. But for him.
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