When The Roses Bloom

1- The Known Laws of Fluids and Aviation

Don't ask what I was thinking.

Key:

(Y/N)- Your Name
(and not the movie, the movie was amazing but that's not what I'm talking about.)

(B/N)- Brother's Name

(C/S)- Coffee Shop (name)

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Fourth period was like anything else. A teacher droning on about a topic nobody honestly cared about, writing something down with marker on the whiteboard and repeating it with detail. Before anyone knew it, he had written two large words, bold and underlined, on top of a now blank whiteboard:

'FLUID MECHANICS'.

Oh great. This was going to be so fun, wasn't it? I could already feel my eyes slowly being pulled to the small circular clock that sat above the door at the far right side of the classroom. Ten minutes before I could hear that sweet bell ring, that signal that lunch would begin. Couldn't the time move faster? For once?

The science classroom was situated like a laboratory. A table sat two people, and it was equipped with drawers, free space to write, and a sink separating the two sides. It looked similar to what you'd find in a kitchen. Like everyone else in the classroom, I had a 'table partner' as the the teacher described them. At least I had someone to suffer with.

"Alright everyone," the teacher began, his voice sounding strikingly similar to an octopus from a children's TV show, "the science of motion involving fluids is called fluid mechanics."

He stopped to write that on the board before continuing. "This has two major fields to focus on, fluid statics and fluid dynam-"

Ping.

"-ics."

Ping.

The pinging noise continued as a message hit everyone's phone, including the teacher's. A groan was heard across the white desk's sink beside me. A platinum blonde-haired boy was seated beside me. I didn't know his name, he didn't know mine. We didn't notice each other, and it was probably the first time I had seen him.

What the teacher said next was the key to the gate that held the class' laughter, letting it erupt like lava from a volcano.

"According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. It's wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway. Because bees don't care about what humans think is impossible."

The teacher let out a highly aggravated sigh, before turning his attention to the rest of the class.

"Alright. Which one of you sent me the entirety of the Bee Movie script again?"

I sent a glance once again to the boy sitting next to me. He had his phone out, and he was texting someone whose name was apparently in a different language or something.

Danmörku? What did that mean? Was it similar to the 'björk' thing friends kept texting me online?

The boy mumbled something in a seemingly angry voice.
"Matthias..."

Ah, so that's who did it. I turned back around to face the teacher, who was currently walking around and checking to see who sent him the message, only to find everyone else had gotten the same thing he did.

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"Oh come on, Lukas! There's only five minutes until lunch break! Surely it wouldn't hurt if I-"