I have a lot more freedom to be me here, so hell yes. [ She laughs a little.] To say they are pretty relaxed about rules here is... an understatement. [ She's no narc though, she will probably avoid specifics, just in case.]
Yeah. [ He wiggles his toes in the sand. In his high school, no teacher would have been allowed to hang with a student like this, on the beach, while she's wearing a bikini. ]
It's taken some time to adjust to it. Nothing like 'normal' schools I've been to. As a student, i should add, not as a teacher. This is my first teaching job.
[ And he knows that here, some of the faculty doesn't care about rules and he knows there are a lot of relationships happening all over the place that maybe shouldn't. Z can only witness them, turn a blind eye sometimes. ]
[ Yep. Definitely not the most student/teacher sort of hang out is happening right now.] It has to be, right? You look like you should still be in college.
Nah. I was pretty terrible at school, actually. Until I got to skip a couple grades, I was so bored that I didn't even show up half the time, and the rest I was just being a shit all the time. [ He stretches his legs in front of him, and then stretches his arms over his head. ]
And then I got to join MIT early and that - that was cool. Mainly I love science. School I could have done without. [ Dropping his arms again, he looks straight at Charlie. ]
My phone is over by my stuff? [ she offers, if he wants to see it now, moving to stand.] I'll be right back. [ She makes the very short trek to grab her things and come back to where he's sitting tossing her bag and towel back on the ground before sitting and digging out her phone.
After a moment, she pulls up her instagram and shows him a few of the things she's posted there.]
[ As he scrolls through, he takes note of the friends pictures - maybe more than friends, but mainly focuses on the art. He opens the pictures and leans in, making tiny noises of awe. ]
That's absolutely gorgeous, Charlie. [ He wishes he could be younger, that there wasn't this limit between the two of them, this line in the sand that he can't cross. She seems like a great friend to have, and if he'd been in school with her, he definitely would have had a crush on her.
He can't have a fucking crush on her now, though. ]
You're so talented. You know, if that's what you're most passionate about, and it looks like you are, you should... just go for it. For real.
[ Then, because he can't help himself: ] You don't need a muse, do you?
[ He regrets it immediately, because it's inappropriate, but whatever. ]
[ Once she hands over the phone, she moves to rest her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands, her eyes focusing on the ocean. She doesn't like watching people look at her art, it feels invasive and personal. And she doesn't want to pressure someone to react a certain way.
And for some reason, it's important to her that this guy likes her stuff. It's a weird thing to need, to want. She barely knows him but maybe it's the passion she can sense within him that makes her want it for her own or at least, directed towards her in some regard.]
Thank you, [ she says, sitting up a bit and glancing at him, her hands on her knees as she flats her legs out. Of course, his question catches her off guard, a little. But Charlie's always been quick on her feet and she says something that's meant to fluster--]
[ He didn't even mean it that way - he'd scramble to make it better and explain, but he probably would make it worse.
He nods. ]
Cool. [ He isn't sure what to say that wouldn't make it very difficult for him to pretend he's. IT interested. It's good that it's the middle of the day and they're in public, because otherwise... ]
You have a boyfriend?
[ He means it as an innocent question, but he's not sure that's how it comes across as. ]
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Yeah? You're having fun here, then? [ Yes, he's fishing. Why, that's the question, because he shouldn't be interested. ]
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It's taken some time to adjust to it. Nothing like 'normal' schools I've been to. As a student, i should add, not as a teacher. This is my first teaching job.
[ And he knows that here, some of the faculty doesn't care about rules and he knows there are a lot of relationships happening all over the place that maybe shouldn't. Z can only witness them, turn a blind eye sometimes. ]
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Technically, I could be. Should be, really. But I'm kind of a... I don't know I just learn things quickly,
[ He doesn't want to use the word 'genius', even if it's the accurate, scientific term. ]
And sciences are fun.
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I'm 25. [ Possibly, under different circumstances, he'd add 'and I've got two masters'. But it feels pointless right now. ]
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Two. Three, of counting the teacher degree.
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So you love science and school, apparently.
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And then I got to join MIT early and that - that was cool. Mainly I love science. School I could have done without. [ Dropping his arms again, he looks straight at Charlie. ]
What about you? You like school?
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Well, long story short. I feel the same way about art as you do about science.
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That's great. You should show me what you do, some day.
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I have a bunch of it in my room and on my phone.
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Would you show me?
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After a moment, she pulls up her instagram and shows him a few of the things she's posted there.]
Here.
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That's absolutely gorgeous, Charlie. [ He wishes he could be younger, that there wasn't this limit between the two of them, this line in the sand that he can't cross. She seems like a great friend to have, and if he'd been in school with her, he definitely would have had a crush on her.
He can't have a fucking crush on her now, though. ]
You're so talented. You know, if that's what you're most passionate about, and it looks like you are, you should... just go for it. For real.
[ Then, because he can't help himself: ] You don't need a muse, do you?
[ He regrets it immediately, because it's inappropriate, but whatever. ]
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And for some reason, it's important to her that this guy likes her stuff. It's a weird thing to need, to want. She barely knows him but maybe it's the passion she can sense within him that makes her want it for her own or at least, directed towards her in some regard.]
Thank you, [ she says, sitting up a bit and glancing at him, her hands on her knees as she flats her legs out. Of course, his question catches her off guard, a little. But Charlie's always been quick on her feet and she says something that's meant to fluster--]
You do have a very sketch-able form.
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Thanks. I work out. [ He chuckles. ]
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You mean you don't do like, the naked drawing thing? You don't drape people in sheets before sketching them or whatever, in art class?
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The naked drawing and draping people in sheets usually happens in private.
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Oh? Oh. So, do you - do that often?
[ Fucking abort, Z. ]
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I'm selective.
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He nods. ]
Cool. [ He isn't sure what to say that wouldn't make it very difficult for him to pretend he's. IT interested. It's good that it's the middle of the day and they're in public, because otherwise... ]
You have a boyfriend?
[ He means it as an innocent question, but he's not sure that's how it comes across as. ]
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