Yearbook Club Reunion [Antosha]

[Rhett Goddard]

After signing into the yearbook, Rhett researched about it. It was small, so small, that there was actually only one active member, besides, well, the advisor. The name was Antosha, and in honestly, Rhett couldn't tell if it was a guy or a girl's name, so all he did was get into the library and send him/her a mail about working on the yearbook. A couple of days later Antosha replied and proposed to meet in the mall, at Starbucks. At first, Rhett hated the idea, but a little mall trip was just what his, empty, wallet needed, and so he parted.

It was early in the afternoon and the sun was shining brightly, it made Rhett ticklish, but fortunately inside the mall, the ambient was rather cool, which was perfect for the beige baggy shorts he was wearing along with that small pale yellow t-shirt that was perhaps the oldest one he had. Rhett carefully approached the big map of the mall's stores and found his way to the only Starbucks, pickpocketing a couple of wallets in the way. Three wallets and only fifty dollars, crap, I can't remember if that's a lot or not enough money... He wasn't yet used to the american currency.

He sat in a table just in the middle of all the other ones. He wasn't comfortable being surrounded, but it was the only empty table. He wondered if a waiter was to come or if he had to get to the counter to order something. He was probably going to know in the next couple of seconds, so he might as well stay put: the fact that Antosha is a black-haired guy popped into the back of his mind, meaning that he was around and probably about to arrive.

[Antosha Vikenti]

Antosha didn't actually spend too terribly much time focused on the Yearbook Club, in fact he was sure that it was a bust. So, the fact some kid e-mailed him about it had come as quite a shock. However this was Ant and he had to know everything he could about this new member before e-mailing back. Because if the kid seemed like a loser, Ant would play stupid and shoot him down. But Ant spent the extra time to actually search for this kid (alright, stalk him) to know exactly what he was getting into. The results were surprising. AKA- the kid was cute. Ant highly approved and sent back a nonchalant message back to great at his favorite place of all time; Starbucks.

But whatever, this was an explanation to why Ant would be awake with the sun and heard to a mall. When it wasn't A) His birthday, B) a holiday, or C) in need of coffee. Or you know.. All of the above. That was also a rather famous option. So he was now stuck walking through the mall, thinking about going to smoke outside, but really really just wanting to crawl back into bed.

Today he had opted for a more subtle appearance.. Meaning; he was wearing worn out, taped up converse shoes, a "Zombie hand" t-shirt, and black pajama pants. All in all, he looked like he's just rolled out of bed. Oh wait, that's EXACTLY what he did. Ant tightened his grip on his pink laptop as he walked into Starbucks and went straight up to the counter to order a black coffee. No cream or sugar. That would ruin his coffee. He yawned loudly, totally ignoring the blond haired guy whom he knew was the guy he was meant to meet here. But he wanted his coffee first.

Which he received shortly after ordering. Ant held up the cup in thanks and walked off to where the kid was sitting. "Oy, new kid. Rule of Starbucks: go up and order." with that, he sat down and put his girly laptop on the table. "Alright, new kid. I'm Antosha, call me Ant 'cause that's all you can spell. Your Rhett, don't bother interrupting to introduce yourself. Now your new at yearbook so tell me... What the fuck do you need to know?" Ant chuckled and leaned back, crossing his legs under him.

[Rhett Goddard]

Antosha arrived. Not what Rhett expected, but nothing he could do about it. At least he clarified the part about Starbucks' service, but as soon as Rhett started to stand up to go up and order some coffee frappé, the, rather, confident and outgoing, boy accompanying him in the table started to speak again, and so Rhett decided to stay put to listen to him.

Rude. That was all Rhett could think, and instead of answering Antosha's question, he decided to just stand up and walk up to the counter. The menu was rather large, so he took it as a excuse to take a rather long time to order. A few minutes later he walked back to Antosha and started sipping his cold frappé loudly while looking at the boy's eyes and not saying a single thing to him.

"What do I have to do?" He asked the boy after a few sips.

[Antosha Vikenti]

Alright the kid, no matter how fucking adorable (Ant wanted to just kidnap him right here and now) he might be. Had a little attitude problem. Honestly that was the only thing he could think of. People did NOT just ignore a 6'8" monster. It wasn't logical or smart for your peace of mind. However the little punk walked off without saying a word which left Ant feeling really lonely. So he booted up his laptop without another word, tapping away happily on the keys with his black-tipped nails and waited.

And waited.

Dear god this kid took his fucking time. Ant yawned and took a large gulp of his coffee, clicking a document tab for one of his sister's articles that he needed to gussy up. Yes, this is was Ant did. He was the artistic mind, the one with the crazy ass ideas and who always was flirting with somebody. If not multiple somebodies. Antosha didn't even look up as the kid sat down, instead focusing on the font in front of him. God it was an atrocity to use some girly fucking font like this for a NEWS-PAPER. However he spared a moment to look up when the kid did finally speak. "Alright, little guy. Before you get to 'do' anything I need to know what your good at. Mostly it's just taking pictures right now that we can use for the yearbook." He leaned over and took a sip from his own still scorching coffee. "As I said, I'm Ant. Senior this year. And since we're stuck together in this club.. Tell me about yourself." Ant yawned again, feeling incredibly tired despite the coffee.

New rule for Ant: never spend all night doing stupid shit again. However, it was great for Rhett because the sleepier he was... The nicer he was. And much less likely to attack someone in a perverted fashion! "You know.. Family, friends, ability, age, sexuality, embarrassing information, where you from, life at hammel.. Anything?"

[Rhett Goddard]

Rhett listened carefully. Perhaps he should have looked for the club supervisor rather than just another student of the club, Antosha didn't seem to be, at all, what he expected. Does this mean I have to get a camera? Maybe this wasn't a good idea... After all, the main reason Rhett decided to join was to spy and have access to all school activities. A nice way to get to know and watch people without looking suspicious: it was the perfect plan. But actually working, well... that was something else.

He sighed. Now the rather flamboyant kid wanted to know about Rhett. What is it with Americans and trying to get to know me? He wondered if it was the same to all new kids or just that he was special. Damn he just wished it was the first one.

"None, none, I can run really fast, probably less than yours, I don't like you if that what you wanted to know, my penis is really small, I just arrived from Switerland, been here less than a week." Rhett took a breath. He quickly answered all of Antosha's question in order.

He then leaned back and continued sipping his coffee frappé. It kept tasting better and better.

"Do I have to get a camera? I don't have one." He attempted to lean the conversation back into the yearbook business.

[Antosha Vikenti]

Antosha yawned, waiting for the words of this apparently slow kid. God it was like drawing blood from a stone! He grinned ecstatically as the guy revealed something about himself. It might have been small. But damn, the boy wasn't American! How fucking perfect was that? It made them both anti-americans. May the world now revolve around them both! Like it didn't already. Ant chuckled, clicking a couple of color choices before smiling at him. The guy did speak good english for having been here only a week. Much better then Antosha had ever done.

"See, I'm going to actually talk about myself. It's a custom of mine to not be a dick. I have family, and friends. I turn into a huge ass cat, meow. I'm twenty... Totally, beyond Flaming gay. My embarrassing info? I have a huge dick. AND! I'm from Russia." He yawned, downing the rest of his now lukewarm coffee with a grimace.

"I got a spare. But seriously you can do whatever you want, we got time to kill and SOMEONE, who isn't me, needs to deal with the sports and activities and shit. I was banned from the locker room."

[Rhett Goddard]

female panther
An echo spoke flamboyantly into his ear just before heavy breathing on it.

Rhett shivered a bit after listening that one. He started to feel uncomfortable, he started to hear that distant tingle that could soon turn into a headache.

He listened to Antosha. Pretty much useless information, at least he wasn't using the "we're both Europeans, let's be friends" card. How is having a big penis embarrassing? He shook the thought out of his head and continued sipping on his frappé as Antosha finished his little speech.

"Yeah, who would want a pussy stalking in the lockers?" Rhett didn't even care to smile after that. "I guess I'll take it. The position and the camera. Do yo have them here? If so, can I take it right away and, you know, leave this sad attempt of an unilateral date?"

Thinking about it, Rhett had never handled a camera, at least not one of those new digital ones. He wondered if it was hard, he hoped it wasn't, it would mean asking Ant about it. He might ask one of his roommates too, but thinking more about it, the real issue was the fact that, well, it was embarrassing to ask how to handle a camera. If I learned to surf the web, I can certainly take a picture...

"I guess I would leave you your e-mail and i.m. accounts so we can keep in touch about the club, but I e-mailed so you have the first and I bet your stalky ass that you already have the second one." Rhett finished his frappé and stood up. "I don't have a cellphone so don't attempt to investigate that part. So, how are we?"

[Antosha Vikenti]

Antosha frowned at him, not even bothering to say anything else. The kid apparently was getting homophobic on him. Not that wasn't totally normal for him. "Really. I just carry around a fucking camera for fun, you know. Everyone does it." He couldn't help but role his eyes. Scratch out that 'kidnapping' thought earlier. Ant would only be able to manage that if the kid's mouth got duck taped shut. Well actually.. No, no. He'd probably go to jail if he kidnapped the kid. Well.. NO ANT! Your not kidnapping the kid. Ant yawned again, standing up and folding his laptop with a soft click.

"That was sarcasm, if you didn't catch it.. How about I bring it around later on? Since your so eager to get away from me, Kid. And I only use professional cameras, none of that digital shit. So don't get any food or dirt in it or your dead. Those are bitches to clean." He yawned finally, putting the laptop under his arm and stretched silently. "Yes, I have both. But that'd be my sisters work. She can find out fucking anything. She and Mia are just creepy that way. And again, I know this. My sister. Fucking mind reader. We, what we? Look- welcome to the club and all that but there's not a whole lot to do until yearbook season. Probably could have waited." And with that little speech and yawned and started walking away. Cigarettes called his name. "Shot me and e-mail or IM or whatever if you need anything. I'll probably catch you on IM so I can find out when you want the camera. Unless you buy one before that. See you later, Kid." He shot out the last sentence as a formality because, this was Ant, and he was already half way down the mall shouting over his shoulder.

-fin.-