NEON LIGHTS (c)

[attr="class","turnmeonscript2"]As per usual, Nicolas Vuong was on the run.

From whom?

From the multitude of faculty members that threatened to ruin his otherwise nice and lazy day, of course.

Granted, they had more than enough reason to chase after the eighteen-year-old truant, especially since he had neglected to attend any of his classes that week and the week prior. The senior was an underachiever in all sense of the word, and he was slothful to almost an unsightly degree. Despite rarely ever showing his face in class, he was notoriously known among teachers and administrators for being that one absentee student that never went to class — he wouldn’t have been surprised if several were forced to commit his image to memory as if he were some criminal (which the male was to some extent, he supposed). That being said, it was only natural that they’d be on the lookout for him.

Well, actually, there was that and also there was the fact that he was parading around campus in nothing more than his pajamas, which consisted of nothing more than an oversized white shirt and a pair of plaid boxers.

All things considered, it was kind of inevitable that he’d raise a red flag or two. But what’s done was done, the male supposed, and he currently had more urgent matters to concern himself with at the moment.

Like figuring out how to escape the blonde gym coach that was hot on his trail right this second.

“Leave me alooone!” he shouted, casting a cursory glance behind him as he wove through the maze of corridors around the school. But alas, said coach paid no mind to what the purple-haired teenager was saying and continued to tail him, responding to his pleas with several threats as she bolted after the unusually quick slacker. Needless to say, Nicolas’ attempts to shake her off were of no avail, and the athletic woman — really now, it wasn’t fair that she of all people was chasing after him — was closing the gap between them.

He was royally fucked.

But a sudden flash of brilliance came to the poor senior right that second, and without missing a beat he took a sudden sharp turn to his left. It wasn’t a permanent solution, of course, and he was certain that the woman would catch up to him soon. For the time being, however, it’d buy him a few seconds, a few seconds that could ultimately save him from being dragged back to class. He couldn’t very well run forever, and already his stamina was weakening — he was on the verge of fainting as it was. Violet eyes darted about frantically, searching for anywhere to hide. Classes were still going on at the moment, and the restroom — male or female — was too much of an obvious choice. So, just where could he hide?

His eyes settled on what appeared to be a rather small utility closet.

Perfect.

No one would think to look there, right?

Without giving it a second thought, he jogged over to the closet and yanked it open hastily, thrusting himself inside without thinking to glance inside and slamming the door shut. As he expected, he felt his left shoulder collide with something hard, like the handle of a broom or mop or something. And as for his right shoulder, it struck something…

… Surprisingly soft?

Wut.

At once he craned his head to the right, only to find himself staring right back at the visage of another teenage boy, one with a mop of pink hair and eyes nearly the same color as his own. His eyes widened and mouth opened with an audible ‘pop’, momentary confusion clouding his features as he tried to take in the situation at hand. Seconds passed, and after gaping at his newfound companion dumbly for nearly a quarter of a minute, Nicolas regained composure, his face once again returning to a placid expression. “Sooo, is this the moment where you sweep me off my feet or something?” he asked humorously in attempt to lighten what would’ve been an awkward situation. “‘Cause I feel like we’re in a romcom right now.” Emitting a low chuckle, he managed to (somehow) extend a hand towards the boy despite the lack of wiggle room.

“Nicolas Vuong,” he said pleasantly. “Coach Jones after you, too?”

He thought he was funny.

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[attr="class","turnmeonnotes2"]ELIAS MADISON
a quick summary of my post: “/wink wonks @ eli ;* hey bb what u doin’?” also, sorry for the ridiculously long post!! ;v;