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After a lengthy, and rather confusing, phonecall with Eileen, Lee crawled into bed, not having practiced anything he was supposed to.

"Char's gonna kill me... Sleepies though..." He settled down, and drifted off to sleep.

He woke up several times during the night, mainly for a drink. But when it hit 4 AM he just couldn't sleep anymore.

He groaned, Damnit, Three nights in a row... I need to see a doctor, maybe I can get some tablets...

(( Lee's modeled after me, so if anything seems odd, its because I have Aspergers syndrome. I'll probably make a thread in a but to see how many people know about it. ))

Griffin sat in Chemistry waiting for the bell to ring. His eeyes couldn't find their way off of Dru's desk in front of him. He didn't have any idea how he was going to look at her. Day after day he had stared at her back as the teacher, a rather dumpy looking woman by name of Fiona Trundell, droned on and on. He was always the first to arrive in the room, and the last to leave. It wasn't because he loved the class, it was because he loved the silence that encompassed the empty desks.

He readjusted his posture and leaned his head on his desk. It wasn't very comfortable, of course, but it gave him a darkness to look at instead of the surface of Dru's empty seat. The bell rang and he scratched his back. Today he had chosen a simple ensemble of a navy button-up shirt, long, dark blue jeans, and his usual shabby Vans. He listened as the silence gave way to the dull roar of students pouring through the halls. Among the hundreds of footsteps, somewhere, was Dru, making her way to the Chemistry room door. Griffin sighed and braced himself for the difficult two hours, both for the work and for Dru, he had ahead of him. The door opened, and his peers filtered into the room. Noise.

As Dru made her way into the Chemistry room she noticed Griffin. She looked at him for a moment, then blushed softly and sat down at her desk in front of his. She could feel his eyes on her and she shifted uncomfortably.
She looked back at him and smiled softly. What am I doing?, her mind challenged her, why dont I forget him? Or just ask him out. The teacher began to drone on and on about things that Dru didnt care about right now.
She opened her pen to a random blank page and quickly scrawled a note.
The note read: She quickly passed it back to him and turned back to face the front of the classroom.

Griffin looked up as he heard the rustled of paper in front of him. Dru was hastily handing him a note. He unfolded it and read. Hey Griffin, How are you? Love from Dru. He paused before responding. Hmm... he thought. How am I? Are there even wrods for it? He picked up his pen and responded:
I'm tired... not much sleep last night. It's good to see you though.
You look beautiful...

His hand trembled over the last word. He refolded the note and passed it back. Stop stalling and ask her! The voice had returned. Don't be a wimp. He didn't want to be. He wanted to ask her out to her face. He wanted to ask at the right moment. And he wanted to seal it with a piss that would put yesterday's to shame.

He shook the thoughts from his head, for now, and slid the note over her shoulder.

Dru unfolded the piece of paper she had given to Griffin. She read it quickly and silently. The word 'beautiful' stuck out from the page. She looked back at him and blushed slowly mouthing the word 'thanks'. She quickly scrawled another reply; It's good to see you too.
She slipped the paper back onto his desk and she could feel herself blushing uncontrollably. Her mind kept telling her to forget him and move on or something.

Griffin stared at the returned message. That's it. Good. Now do it. Do it before you wimp out again like last time... Griffin nodded. For once the voices were right. Totally right. He took a deep breath, put his pen to the papare, and scribbled "Please. I can't stand this. Meet me in the courtyard during our lunch hour." He folded the note and slipped it back to her. For a while he stared at her hair. It, like the rest of her, was perfect in his mind. Every strand was gorgeous. Why? Because she had taken a liking to him. She had been sweet to him. Katherine had never treated him like an equal like this. It had always been about control to her. But that was all in the past. The instructor droned on about the chemical bonds of group 4 metalloids , and Griffin, satisfied with his decision, leand back against his chair and began to daydream about the girl sitting in front of him.

((Well, you mentioned double chemistry... I'm not sure how the school system works in Australia, but the lunch hour is usually around noon, after two blocks of class time.))

Griffin stepped out of the stagnant air of the Chemistry room, rubbed the raw spot on his back from where he had sat for two hours, and proceeded down the packed hallway. Students jostled him this way and that, but he didn't care. His mind was already in the courtyard. Everything would go perfect.

He reached the lobby of the lunch room and turned left outside into the grassy courtyard. He chose a dark spot of shade under a fig tree and sat down. His heart pounded in his chest as he scanned every body that walked through the double doors. A slight breeze caressed his cheek and it reminded him strongly of Dru's hand as she had held him to her.

He sighed deeply and silently told the voices in his head to stop quarreling over the decision he had made. Everything would be... He drifted off into another daydream.

Griffin snapped instantly out of his daze as he felt eyes on him. He waited for his focus to clear and then felt his heart skip a beat as he recognized the gorgeous eyes that had taken their mark. He stood shakily to his feet and stared for a moment, taking all of her in. "I'm..." he started, but had to clear his throat. "I won't keep you long," he said as confidently as he could. "i think we both know how we feel for each other. I can't keep looking at you and wanting to have you. I can't wait for you to have some other guy sweep you off your feet." The words rushed from his mouth to her ears. For once he knew exactly what to say. Perfect. "So, I want to sweep you off your feet first. Dru... Would you care to go out with me?" Suddenly the words felt cold in his throat. They seemed to cliche, too plain, but he said them all the same. He swallowed hard as he awaited an answer. The silence was poisonous.