An Unexpected Production

Chapter 3: A Good End To Week One

Warnings: Food mentions, as usual (this may just be a story warning); [Let me know if I missed anything!]

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The rest of the day seemed to go by in a strike of lightning, save for the last class. 
   Virgil tapped his pencil against the desk as he looked over the sheet in front of him. It was an introductory sheet, the paper divided into multiple sections with each area having its own little label.
   He had been staring down at the section labelled favourite food for what felt like twenty minutes now, relenting with a loud sigh and taking a moment to scan the classroom, his eyes flitting to Roman a few times without his control. He figured he would tackle food next, since he filled out the box with the caption "People close to you" with ease, but there were too many answers for this specific one.
   Speaking of people close to him, one thing he was excited for was that both him and Logan's parents agreed to let them hang out at Virgil's house. That thought made him smile as he redirected his attention.
   Looking back down, he just scrawled cookies on the blank slate. 
   Then erased it, because he also loved his ma's tofu soup, which he almost always helped cook. He wrote down that instead, letting go of that last part as the words formed on the paper. No one needs to know he has anything to do with the making of it.
   Moving on- was.. was that a paper ball that flew past his face? 
   Taking a look down at the floor, he picked up what certainly looked like a paper ball. He searched the class, eyes landing on May Li, an acquaintance of Virgil's due to the fact that they were in the same class in fourth grade. She sat in the table group in front of him, smack dab in the middle of the room.
   May was waving her hands wildly in front of herself, pointing to June, who had also been in their fourth grade class as well as Virgil's fifth grade class, and sat diagonal from him today.
   Virgil put the paper on his desk, slowly pushing it towards the brunette, which received a smile from May along with a confirming nod. 
   He pushed the note over June's paper, which received a curious look as she finished tying her hair into a long ponytail. Virgil simply shrugged and pointed to the sender, who gave the smallest wave to the nonbinary one as she turned around.
   Virgil huffed a sigh, he supposed contentedly or amusedly, at the two as he looked back at his introduction sheet and listened to June unravel the paper. He had a feeling he'd enjoy being in this class this year. 

   And by golly, was he wrong. 
   Taking a moment to consider, he was also right, in a sense. But it was very difficult to consider anything when the whole class was yelling. 
   They had gone through the whole day with bustling chatter, yeah, but not this loud. Virgil could barely form a coherent thought, much less hear it. 
   The teacher had been trying to quiet everyone down, but to no avail. It was nearing the end of the day and everyone was tired, whether it be tired of each other, tired from the week, or whatever other kind of tired there was, and they were all ready for the weekend. 
   After a few tries, came the clapping patterns. 
   In an immediate response, the majority of the class echoed the clapping pattern the teacher gave, everyone seeming to echo both the second and third times as well. 
   Virgil gave a small laugh as the sounds lined up. Just like elementary, he fondly thought, remembering just a couple months ago. He was terrified that middle school required him to leave behind that fondness.
   After the chorus of booming sounds, the teacher instructed everyone to pack up and put the chairs on the desks.
   This class was unbelievably interesting so far, and it's only the first week.

   Him and Logan met on the front steps shortly after the bell signalled the end of school, both of them fortunate enough that neither of them got stuck in detention since it was only the first week of school and most teachers refused to hold anyone past three o'five at this part of the year. 
   Although, Virgil had a hunch the detention situation would change after the second month or so. 
   Him and Logan kept up a steady flow of chatter while walking their usual route, talking about everything and nothing, diverting onto a larger street they had affectionately dubbed Retail Road. The name was a result of the many cafes, shops, stores and fast food places along either side of the street, and simply stuck through the years. 
   They talked as they walked, deciding to stop by one of the pizza places to pick up a box of fries before going to Virgil's house. 
   As they walked through the door in a small fit of laughter, Virgil saw Ethan lightly tapping his foot with a need to fidget as he stood at the counter, ordering a slice of pizza. 
   Virgil turned to Logan, nodding toward the one he'd met at lunch. "That's Ethan, remember I was talking about them?" 
   "Interesting," Logan stagnantly replied, noticing the green and blue shades on Ethan's face. He stepped forward, confusing Virgil for a moment. 
   By this point, Ethan noticed them, looking up from their phone as Logan stepped up to them with Virgil in tow. "Hello?" They clicked off the device in their hand. "Who's this, Vi?" 
   "Friend," Virgil quickly replied before he branched off to order and pay for a box of fries prior coming back. Better to be efficient with time. 
   "So," Virgil managed once he stood back at Logan's side, a bit nervous about the interaction. He fiddled with a few sounds before deciding on something. "Ethan, this is Logan, my best friend-" 
   Logan promptly gave a small wave and smile. 
   "-and Logan this is Ethan." Virgil gestured to the other. 
   Ethan was about to say something before being called over to receive his order, saying he'd be right back. 
   "They seem nice," Logan decided, speaking in the few seconds where the other was absent. 
   "They are," Virgil confirmed. 
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