Method to Madness (Riley)

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px;,bTable] 01 | OZ . WORDS - 660 - TAGS - OZ - NOTES - it's going on two in the morning. i probably should have left this for tomorrow. school, thus far, had been the same as always. drawn out, a bit on the boring side, plenty of distractions. none of it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. it was all rather typical, actually. the same stuff that happened every day and the same people he saw every day. the same classrooms, the same teachers, the same books. the lessons were different, but they were nothing to fuss over. riley winters was mumbling to himself, reciting the lines of the play in time with the teachers' reading. he knew the play from start to finish; he'd read it already, after all. as such, he was drawing lines and curves all over the visible page of his notebook while glancing almost continuously around the room. sometimes it was great being able to read something once and never forget a word of it. other times, well, it was a real pain. it tended to make things quite boring for him. good ol' hamlet. wonderful shakespeare. lovely english class. some people seemed to think that he was out of place in an english class, being the englishman that he was. said people were generally very ignorant of the world and, more often than not, very blonde. he recalled a particularly bleached-blonde girl who'd once asked him why he was taking english when he was from england and already spoke english. he'd tried so hard not to be sarcastic or rude but, in the end, he couldn't keep from laughing at her expense while, in short, telling her that she should do her homework. he chuckled just thinking about it, though his attention was soon pulled to someone in his current class rather than his memories of his first year in the states. he wasn't amongst the gigglers, though there was a slightly amused upward tilt to his lips. leave it to a certain classmate to cause a scene in class, though it didn't deter the teacher's readings once he'd given his reprimand. of a sort. like so many others in the room, riley's attention was on the loud and noisy troublemaker. he watched in silent contemplation as the other male interrupted their teacher, blabbed about group work, and then, somewhat surprisingly, got his way. the brunet looked towards the teacher as said man revealed their new assignment. performing a scene from hamlet in front of the class on friday. that wouldn't be a problem, he figured. there were plenty of scenes to choose from, so there shouldn't be too many people ending up with the same one. then again, some scenes were more popular than others and might catch the eye of more than one pair amongst the class. nonetheless, it seemed like a fairly interesting project and most of the students seemed excited enough about it. that was always good. "... riley," having looked back down at his notebook, the teen looked up when he heard his name, "you'll be working with osmond." some other pairs were called after his own but he payed no mind to that, instead standing from his seat a few desks away from his new partner and walking over. a grin spread itself upon his features and he rested his palms on the table and leaned over it slightly. and, in a voice too low for the many babbling students to pick up on, he said, "well, shall we get started then, ozzie?" the boy was, perhaps, playing up his accent a little bit. what with this being an english class, them having to recite hamlet, and him just feeling like accenting his accent a little bit. that, and it was just fun to thicken his accent a bit and say people's names with it. or nicknames, as the case may be. even ones that weren't fond nicknames, such as this one. but, being the flirty and outgoing guy that he was, he'd made it his mission to call the other boy ozzie every now and then.

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