buried under homework. [Blake && Ebony]

[BLAKE KARLEY]

He tapped his fingers on the fake wooden desk in the middle of the teacher's lounge. Over a hundred papers left to grade.. Why did he have to assign so much homework? It was a pain in the ass for the students, and an even bigger one for Blake. He flipped a page. Small complaints and and whimpers escaped his mouth as his hand began to cramp up. Why did that Morbeck kid have to be so good with this type of stuff? He always turned in an entire novel's worth of work. What? Did he look like some kind of grading machine? Was there a label on his forehead that said, "Insert homework here?"

His head hit the table. Ow. Not only was head now throbbing, but it was also fried from this week. Why couldn't it be Friday? It was only two days into the school week, and Blake was already to call it quits. All he wanted to do was go home, have some pizza and watch The Return of Khan. After all, tonight was "quotable movie night". Or at least, it used to be. With work, counseling and his new girlfriend Ebony, he had almost absolutely no time to sleep anymore, much less take two-and-a-half-hours to watch a movie- even if it was one of his favourites.

After spending another moment or two in his head, Blake lifted his head. Was he always the only one here? He was sure the Math teacher had been here five minutes ago.. He quickly looked around the room. No one were at the other tables, or sitting on the couch.. No one near the coffee machine. He looked down at the coffee mug near him. It was empty. I'll have to refill before class starts. Blake reminded himself. What time was it anyway? Dark brown eyes shifted to the right, where an analog clock hung on the wall. Ten minutes before class. He still had sometime to grade papers.

After giving the Morbeck's paper an A, he moved on to the next paper. It was about four pages. Blake sighed in relief. See? This was an example of a good-sized paper! It didn't have to be ridiculously long! After reading, the History teacher determined it to be of A- quality. See, quality over quantity! This student had chosen a topic that was true and that it was on an American General. Why did the History Nerds (himself included) have to choose the ones no one does? Do you know why no one chose them? Because they were either not-so famous, or their history was so ridiculously long that it took ten god-damned pages!

"God, this is one of the reasons I hate being a High School teacher." Blake said to himself. "So much fucking grading to do..."

His attention then turned to the window behind him for some reason. It seemed quite sunny today. Blake had forgotten to look at the Weather Channel this morning, hence had no idea how hot it was going to get today. The walk over had been nice. The breeze was absolutely wonderful. Not to hot, not to cold. He prayed to god it wouldn't get any hotter, because then it would be a very uncomfortable walk home. Gah, one of the many things he looked forward to this summer.. One, no school, (there was NO way he was going to do Summer School!) and the fact that he'd get his license back. Blake smiled. That poor car had been sitting in storage for seven months already!

And of course, the best part was that he would be able to spend more time watching "the quotables" and hanging out/going out with Ebony. Ebony Swift. Probably the most beautiful Blake has ever met. Black hair, and such gorgeous blue eyes. The two had so much in common, and she could actually put up with his aloof personality. Not to mention actually be able to express his emotions. She was probably the best thing that has happened to Blake since his Mother had died. Since that terrible day, he had been in what some people may call a "funk".

He shook his head and sighed again. Back to grading..

PEOPLE: Blake Karley && Ebony Swift
STATUS: Onexone.
MUSIC: My, "The Indispensable Playlist" on Youtube.
MUSE: High
WORD COUNT: Seven hundred-and-nineteen
NOTES: Sorry for taking so long. My muse was nonexistent. D: Plus, I was trying to get my stupid Quilava and Sandshrew to evolve. >.>

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[EBONY SWIFT]

The art room was silent and dead, there was no one around except sleeping beauty lying onto of her desk which was covered with blankets. Grading projects would have to wait, sleeping was far more important and besides she would have half assed her grading instead of taking it seriously. Her usual perky face was completely content as she slept and her beautiful blue eyes were no longer visible to man. Ebony was in a state of dreaming, of what you may ask? Why her very very very…handsome boyfriend Blake. They were in an enchanted forest sitting by a sparkling lake; Ebony with dressed like a princess and the man before her was like a knight.

Eyes suddenly fluttered open as her arm sluggishly hung off the side of the desk. Sleepily she looked around the room trying to figure out just where the hell she was. Taking mental notes of the various projects and desks that surrounded her that meant she was obviously still at school. Groaning to herself, Ebony sat up as she began to fold her blankets and shove it in one of the many empty drawers that she never used. Now what to do? She could be a good teacher and actually being doing what she’s suppose to be doing, but the woman had already graded about fifty other assignments that she was beyond bored.

”Ah.” The young woman yawned as arms reached up to the ceiling; stretching out her entire body until every muscle felt completely relaxed. She walked to the door wondering just what the heck was she going to do. Suddenly a little grin played happily on her lips as she strolled down the hallway toward the staff lounge. Ebony was well aware of who she would find in there and knew exactly what they would be doing. It didn’t take a brain scientist to figure out that Blake was in there grading papers nonstop. She couldn’t understand why he insisted on burying himself in constant work. ”Looks like I’m going to have to save him from being buried alive again, as usual.”

Reaching out for the door handle, she slowly opened it and walked in trying not to make any noise. It wasn’t like she was trying to sneak up on him or anything, just something that she normally did out of habit. Trying her best not to trip over anything that could possibly be in her way; there were moments when she seriously did almost die in the lounge considered its crappiness. Finally getting to her destination, she stood behind the man covering his eyes with her hands. Leaning closer she whispered softly into his ear, ”Guess who?” Ebony giggled leaving a light kiss on his neck as she slipped into a chair beside him.

[BLAKE KARLEY]

He seriously began to drool. Had he fallen asleep? Again? Goddammit! Blake raised his head, blinking his heavy eyes. Finally, dark brown eyes had come into focus. He yawned quick, than wiped up the drool with his shirt. He put his hands on his face, and slowly dragged them down his face. God, I am so fucking tired.. I need to take a nap.. How was he going to survive through the rest of the day? It was only sixth period. Blake had had three cups of coffee this morning, and a cherry danish for lunch. This was a prime example of a sugar crash.

That reminded him. Blake slightly lifted up his shirt to check his insulin. Yep, he was a little higher than normal, but he'd be fine. Just no more sugar for him today. He pushed himself out of the chair, and stood up for the first time in about forty minutes or so. Now standing up, he leaned back, and cracked his back a little. He then commenced cracking his fingers. Damn bad habit. But Blake did have to admit, he felt a little better now. He felt.. Looser. Looking at the clock again, he realized it was 12:53. He still had about six minutes before he had to hurry back to his classroom for the next class.

The class after lunch. It normally went two different days. Either they are really loud and jittery, or they are sleepy. Depending on the day and what was for lunch, he supposed. Either way, it was probably one of his worst classes. He went to the fridge, and grabbed a small bottle of water labeled "Karley". He quickly guzzled down the water, and threw it in the recyclable bin next to the counter. There, he had done his good deed for the day. He hoped that the Hippies in the apartment next to him would leave him alone now. Or at least- for the day. They'd probably be playing their bongo's at eleven again tonight. They always did.

Blake made his way back to his seat, and pushed himself back in. Yawning, he pulled a new paper from the stack next to him. After this was graded, he'd be half-way through the first class! Yay?! However, he was focused on grading. He was focused on getting half-way through the first class! Evidently, he didn't hear the clanking of shoes coming down the hallway. Not even when a shape of a woman had reached the doorway. If he had, he would of realized that the Art Teacher was here. Not even as she wove her way through the labyrinth of papers scattered across the room. But, even if he hadn't been so focused on grading, he wouldn't have been able to tell, since three big stacks had been blocking his view of the door.

He jolted, as a sweet female whispered in his ear, ”Guess who?” Holy crap, that had scared the living daylights out of him. However, Blake soon realized that it was none other than Ebony, the wonderful Art Teacher. Her soft hands had covered his eyes. He smiled a little, and said, "Hmm, could it be the beautiful Art Teacher?" His tone was silly, but at the same time, it was relief-ing. (Yes, I know that isn't a word.) Ebony gave him an excuse to not do anymore grading.

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PEOPLE: Blake Karley && Ebony Swift
STATUS: Onexone.
MUSIC: My, "The Indispensable Playlist" on Youtube.
MUSE: Low-Medium
WORD COUNT: Five hundred-and-seventy-five.
NOTES: Nope.