Pensamientos (short stories)

We've Got Spirit (Maryn)

*tiny note
This is largely unedited because I'm really feeling the need to nap, but that being said, I don't think there are many major mistakes. Okay, enjoy!

Pep rallies were so not his style. Quite seriously, the Grey boy was not the type to go out and scream "We've got spirit yes we do!" at the top of his lungs. Rather, he was geared toward reading a book under the bleachers and eating an apple by himself, while everyone was preocupado with shouting "Go Celestial High!".

And yet for some reason— (I'll give you a hint: rhymes with Hogan, Ralska, Angrace, and Grandres.)— the less than preppy, rather alternative aesthetic-ed dark boy was up in the bleachers cheering for his school.

The convincing was a lot along the lines of "You're young, Kylan!!" And "you have to go to at least one pep rally before we all graduate!" And blah blah blah. He agreed on the bases that it would be rather uneventful– he'd go, he'd scream, he'd decide he was absolutely right in not showing up, and he could go back to catching up on a novel under everyone's noses. But of course, nothing involving these guys was ever particularly uneventful, was it?

Everything started going downhill when it was time to begin playing "rally games" . Rally games, as it turned out was where the popular kids got down on the gym floor and competed for... nothing? It wasn't very clear. However, considering the fact that it was mostly popular kids who ended up having to play, and that their little group was considerably not in the spotlight until Alaska started dating Mr. Teen Popularity, Kylan figured he'd be alright. Oh how wrong he was.

Just because the boy was Alt, didn't mean that people failed to noticed him. It's hard to miss the 6ft3 tall boy who wears belt chains and clunky rings, black dress shirts and stainless steel crucifixes, asymmetrical skirts and black docs, looking like a hot alt pirate from a super amazing action movie. One of his closest friends dating a popular boy only made people notice him even more

And so when the hot alt pirate boy finally showed up to his first pep rally, there was no shortage of people who wanted to toss him into the water. He vehemently refused, and he just about got away with it, too, until about halfway through the rally.

They wanted a boy and a girl from each class, and Logan, who had just won some confusing hula hoop game, pointed and cheered at Kylan when they asked for the senior boy.

"Dickhead." Kylan griped, elbowing Logan in his bicep as a cheerleader grabbed his arm to tug him down the bleachers and onto the gym floor. A cheerleader hopped on another's shoulders to tie a bandana over his eyes, and suddenly it was uncomfortably 50-shades-ish.

They were shouting about missing a senior girl and a sophomore boy, while Kylan was just standing around with a lilac bandana over his eyes, awkwardly waiting for whatever instructions he'd be given. When finally they'd announced that everyone needed was there and accounted for, the torture commenced.

"O-kay! We've got everyone?" The woman announcing over the speakers spoke in a tone that was a consistent level of ultra-perky, even when her voice dropped low to count. "2,3... 6, 8, Yep! Everyone's here!"

Kylan wondered if he could get away with blindly wandering off. Decidedly not, considering that at least 4 people were staring right at him— although to Kylan's credit, it was way more than just his 4 friends staring.

"We're going to play some music right up here, and you guys are going to dance!" The bleachers roared with cheers. "If you're tapped on the shoulder you can take off your blindfold— you are out!"

Great. He had to dance.

"Last class standing wins!"

It's not like he was a bad dancer. As a matter of fact, Kylan's particular talent of dancing made him look effortlessly graceful– effortless because he genuinely put in zero effort and graceful because he just so happened to be lucky. The boy could move. But he didn't really want to, so he'd just dance to the bland music as it blared through the speaker with 2% effort until he was weeded out with the other less than amazing dancers.

He didn't really know anything about the song playing, other than it sounded vaguely familiar from when Logan was in charge of the AUX cord. Kylan listened to throwback music, music that made him feel something— but in perfect fairness, that didn't mean this music wasn't good. It was kind of nice to be hyped for no reason.

Nothing got him very into it until Latin music started playing. That he could dance to. They were skipping through songs rather quickly, maybe 30-45 seconds per, but that didn't really stop him. What did was a form bumping into him. There was "ooh"ing in the stands, like when a color guard kid drops their sabre or when a cheerleader falls off the pyramid. "Are you okay?" He asked, not really knowing where to look.

"Sorry!" The voice replies, though slightly muffled under other movement and the thunking of the music.  Before he knew it his hands were grabbed and he was dancing with the person who'd bumped into him. Loud cheering filled the stands at that, and Kylan couldn't suppress the smile that forced its way onto his lips.

The song changed again— a song he recognized, and he smiled just a bit more. He hoped that whoever he was dancing with could keep up. He mumbled the lyrics to Romeo Santos' Odio, moving his hips with the rhythm and twirling his dance partner along with him. They certainly could keep up with him. As a matter of fact, the mysterious dance partner seemed to be a bit ahead of him, leading Kylan's hands on where to go, twirling and spinning and moving with the music like second nature. The cheers were almost louder than the music, and in one move Kylan twirled his partner and rested their hand on his shoulder, they tugging his hand to their neck. By nature Kylan's other hand moved to their waist and he felt their weight shift as he dipped the other low.

The song clip ended and there were loud cheers, and the voice over the speaker. "And the seniors win!" At that, Kylan tugged off his blindfold and looked down at his dance partner. He was grinning once again.

"I'm Kylan." He said, unthinkingly. He had to know her. The introduction was practically instinctive.

"Marelyn." She extended her hand with a little grin tweaking the corner of her lips. He took her hand gratefully, smiling down at her.

"It's nice to see you." The cheers were still loud surrounding them, but she was the only person in the room to him.

Okay, maybe pep rallies weren't so bad after all.

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A little HighSchool!Maryn for you! I personally love this, I wrote it all in one short sitting and it's brought to you by me rereading Primadonna and missing high school. It's just something light since I've been writing ACO34S and it's taken a toll, and I've otherwise hit a roadblock w TPATS. It's nice to take a break from the real world.

I LOVE you! And I hope you enjoyed as much as I did :)

Word Count: 1144

Characters:

Kylan Grey: that-one-roleplayer
Logan Ryder: that-one-roleplayer
Alaska Morris: -dayas
Grace Watson: -dayas
Andres Ceballos: that-one-roleplayer
Marelyn Jino: -dayas