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highschool au meme

high school au meme

1. Post with your character with their name and series in the subject line.
2. Roll 1-19.
3. ???
4. Play out high school AU times.

1. first day
Catch up with old friends, brave new teachers, fight your way through the sea of students, and hope you're in the right classroom. Oh, you're the new kid. Well, that's okay as long as you've got more than enough summer vacation anecdotes to fill ten pages of Times New Roman size 12, single-spaced.

2. first period
You're gonna be late! Or are you already there? Class hasn't started just yet, so chat it up or copy your classmate's homework before the teacher gets here.

3. lesson proper
You're probably diligently taking notes, looking out the window daydreaming or reciting in class, much to your teacher's delight - or dismay. Try not to be too obvious when counting down the minutes and pass that note as discreetly as possible.

4. faculty
Have a bone to pick with your terror math teacher. A crush on the cute chemistry teacher? There might be something you want to ask your homeroom teacher about. In any case, you plan on seeing a faculty member today. Or maybe they plan on seeing you!

5. lunch break
Man, you are starving. Hopefully, today's menu has something good. If the crowded cafeteria's not your thing, try the rooftop.

6. hooky
One of you is skipping class. You should try talking them out of it if that's your thing.

7. detention
What on earth did you do to get this? Oh well. Detention can't be that bad when you've got all these very nice, approachable model students around to talk to.

8. p.e.
Baseball, basketball, dodgeball - no matter the sport, just remember: you are the star. It's you. At least, you hope it is.

9. home ec
Sewing! Cooking! ... Try not to burn the school down!

10. lab work
Frog dissections! Explosions!

11. school fair/festival
Every school has one of these. What's your class doing this year?

12. theater
Oh boy, oh boy, being the star of this play is your dream. It isn't? Oh. You're still helping with the props and costumes, right?

13. library
If you need to look something up or just want some peace and quiet, this is the place. Whatever you do, shh, people are trying to read.

14. bully
Whether they take the form of Nelson Muntz or Regina George, if you choose to meet them at the gym at four o' clock or else, be ready to face the consequences... or maybe you don't have to. Not when someone's here to help you out. (This can go either way - one of the participants can be the bully or someone helping the victim.)

15. tutor
You're having trouble with a class or you're trying to make up for the days you were absent. It's a good thing someone was nice enough to offer their assistance.

16. clubs
Assuming that you actually have one. Are you writing for the school paper? Part of the student council? The marching band? Maybe you're a member of one of those weird occult clubs or something...

17. prom
Do you have a dress? A date? Who are you voting for prom king? Is being on prom committee is driving you crazy? Do you even care?

18. graduation
Well, it was fun while it lasted. It's time to say those last words, settle those scores and get ready to grow up.

19. roll again/make your own scenario

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she had... no actual idea what she'd done to deserve this. Tugging absently on the hem of her school uniform skirt, she scowled down at the open book in front of her. Row after row of little numbers marched down the white pages of it. Somewhere outside the door there was a bell ringing, announcing freedom for everyone else... and another hour of being stuck here for her. It earned a sigh and a longing glance out the window to the milling students beyond and one story down. The bored looking teacher writing out tomorrow's lesson plans on the chalkboard at the from of the room did something very similar - and then turned quickly to glare at the truants stuck in the same room. Tifa resisted the childish urge to pout.

She'd never had a detention in her entire life!

In Leonard's defense, the detention wasn't actually his fault. He had been (as he so often was when it came to Jim) in the wrong place at the wrong time, and he was the one paying for it. He scowled equally hard at his literature homework, then looked up from his book before noticing - what the hell was she doing in here? Everyone knew Tifa Lockhart was a massive goody-goody.

He tore a piece of paper from his notebook and wrote, in his nearly illegible handwriting, what are you doing here?

He folded the note in half and, quickly as he could, put it on Tifa's desk.

The sudden move near her elbow startled her - but she also had years of experience with passed notes thanks to Aerith (Yuffie tended to throw notes because passing them was booring) so she instinctively palmed the piece of paper into her math book in one completely fluid move. Looking over her shoulder quickly she saw who had passed it and - puzzled, she opened the paper, pen already in her hand as if it were scrap paper for her math assignment.

Then she squinted. Shifted the paper a little to the side. Then the other side. Pressed her lips together and - okay, she could kind of read it. The question though had her blinking. Oh... that was a - long story. Handwriting slanted and lacking the distinctly feminine roundness most girls used, she wrote back:

Aerith was protesting the expansion of the parking lot. huh. Well, okay. It wasn't that long of a story after all. Another pause and she added: why isn't Jim with you? Because if anyone knew anything about McCoy it was that he hadn't gotten in a spot like this under his own merit. Note refolded and with all the casual smoothness of someone that did this for a living, Tifa waited until the teacher had just started a new row of problems on the board and simply lowered her arm, paper between two fingers and held it backward along the line of chairs, wrist twisted to make it an easy retrieval.

McCoy dropped his pen with a clatter and, as he reached down to grab it, also snagged the piece of paper out of Tifa's hand. He sat back up, glanced at the board, and unfolded the note. Aerith, he knew, was Tifa's hot but kind of hippie-dippy friend. Of course she'd be protesting the expansion of the parking lot; probably got upset because it was the habitat of the zebra-striped owl or something.

His lips twisted at her question, and he wrote in return, he got away in time. ass. It was a fond invective. Really.

That done, he refolded it and tapped the back of her seat with his sneaker, holding the note back out for her to take.

The teacher was frowning down at his book and so Tifa glanced over her shoulder, catching sight of the note at the tap to the back of her seat and taking it. A few seconds later a soft noise escaped her as she stifled a laugh at his answer. The teacher either didn't catch it or, more likely, he just didn't care. Tifa paused a moment, absently smoothing her fingertips over the creases in the note and then, tucking hair behind her ear, she bent over the note and scribbled her own reply. It got passed back the same way as before.

how're you at Algebra?

The fact that he'd made her laugh made him a little inordinately proud, and he smirked down at his book, figuring that if he was called out on it by the teacher, he could explain he was ... amused by the human condition. Or something. He leaned down to snag the note and opened it. He considered it for a moment, then shrugged and wrote back before returning the note to her.

Pretty good. Got a problem?

ps pun totally intended

Another one of those little sounds of laughter answered his note as she read it. This time the teacher did look over but, assured that no one was actually setting fire to anything, went back to the lessons on the board without caring. Tifa waited until the teacher's back was turned again and flashed a laughing look over her shoulder at Leonard. A quick scribble and she slipped out of her seat, dropping the note on his desk before walking over to the teacher, hands behind her back, and an unmistakable little bounce to her steps. The note read simply:

dork

Less than a minute, a hopeful smile and an earnest request to the teacher and she was back, pulling her desk back next to Leonard's with a triumphant smile and an indulgent teacher watching before going to his own desk.

"I asked if you could help me with my homework." There were certain advantages of being known as the 'good kids'.

He smirked faintly, nodding in approval. "Nice." The guy the next row over gave him a dirty look, and McCoy shot one back at him that made him quail away. Leonard McCoy rarely got into fights. He didn't need to. Make one person cry your freshman year and suddenly you're bulletproof.

"So. Algebra problem, huh?"

Tifa didn't catch the silent exchange, too busy scooting back into her seat next to Leonard, tucking her skirt in place around her as she did. His question though did earn a smirk of her own and a pleased shrug.

"Sure." She nudged her book between the two of them as evidence, head bent toward his so they could talk quietly. "It seemed easier than passing notes." Her voice shifted to imitate a black and white movie gangster's drawl. "So what're you in for?"

"I told you, my best friend's a dumbass." He pointed to the book as though he were pointing something out in the problem, sketching a meaningless little square around some numbers. "He got into a fight and I didn't get out after fast enough." He shook his head. "'S what I get for staying to fix him up."

Tifa doesn't hang out with the same crowd as Leonard but it would be hard to live in the same state and not have heard of Jim Kirk and some of the things he's done. Tifa naturally looks on anyone suspiciously that's that popular with the girls but, from a distance and being fair, he's never struck her as bad so much as restless. The same way Leonard's always struck her as solid.

And maybe a bit of a push over in the sweet kind of way.

Tapping her pencil against her cheek, she hummed softly - and shot him a look from the edges of her dark eyes, laughing silently. "Sounds like you need to pick slower friends, Leonard."

Leonard McCoy is absolutely a pushover in a sweet kind of way, especially when it comes to a pretty face. It was part of the reason he'd been worried about Tifa being in detention, and why he'd written the note to her in the first place.

"I need to get less stupid friends," he muttered, though there was a softness to his eyes that took off the harshness of his words. "Or at least a couple of sensible ones to balance Jim out."

It's the way he answers that has her ducking her head and pressing her lips together to hide the laugh. Maybe detention isn't so bad after all. She'd started it feeling vaguely guilty and miserable even realizing she wouldn't have changed her reason for being here given a second chance. And speaking of that reason, she could affectionately commiserate.

"I don't think I'd be much help with finding them for you."

"Protesting the parking lot, huh?" McCoy's lips twitched slightly into something that might have been a smile. "So what was living there that couldn't be put somewhere else, huh? The rare Squeaking Clownbird? The last specimen of the chatting wildebeest?"

Her head ducked again to hide the muffled laugh and she jostled him softly with her shoulder. It was surprisingly comfortable talking with him.

"No. A very fancy and scientific name I can't remember for a flower that grows there and apparently doesn't grow anywhere else in the area."

He shook his head, still feeling an inward smug glow over making her laugh again. There was something so nice about his snark being appreciated. Most girls laughed, sure, but there was something unsure about their laughter. Tifa laughed and he got the feeling she meant it.

"I guess I can get that. How'd she protest?"

It was Tifa's turn to roll her eyes and sigh, even if the affection was there as well.

"Well, she didn't have a tree to chain herself to so she did it to the bulldozer the school had rented for the job instead." Tifa's head ducked and the rest was a bit of a mumble behind a sudden curtain of dark hair. "But she'd been out in the sun all day and I was worried about her and she wouldn't leave to go inside and get something to drink because then they'd move the bulldozer if someone wasn't strapped to it..." A single eye shifted to peer up at Leonard, as if asking if she could stop yet.

McCoy swallowed what would have been a definitely attention-getting laugh. He wasn't laughing at Tifa as much as laughing in recognition, because he recognized her impulses in himself. Well - if I can just help, then maybe they'll listen, and it'll be okay ...

"You're a damned good friend, Lockhart," he said with a brief smirk over at her. "So why isn't she in here too?"

She catches the motion and one side of her lips quirk upward in a smile. She knows he's laughing at the situation and not her and it makes her feel better about it in fact. Something about having someone else appreciate the bizarre of a situation she guesses. His praise has her head ducking though, the hint of pink across her cheeks and she gives a small shrug to pass it off feeling awkward at the attention. His question though does have her with that crooked smile again though.

"Well.... someone had to stay free so that they could go around and dig up all the plants for replanting in a safer environment... and I don't even know what the plant looks like... so?" the look she gave Leonard assumed he'd understand the rest.

His eyebrows shot up. "You're - " It was a little too loud, and he swallowed it down, tried again, more quietly this time. "You're in here for her? I hope she's putting out or making this up to you somehow."

"Shh." She chided it unnecessarily, more knee jerk than need, since he'd already caught himself. The teacher gave them a glance but, again, they weren't setting anything on fire so they could be safely ignored. "It wasn't on purpose. I just happened to be the one by the bulldozer when the principal came out." She didn't want him to get the wrong impression about her friend and she touched his hand to make sure she had his attention. "Aerith wanted to confess when she found out but we'd probably just have both ended up in detention and this way she can save her plants and we can get our parking lot."

McCoy shook his head. He knew of Aerith by reputation - the hot, hippie-dippie girl, who (despite her flower-child inclinations) was also one of the nicest people in school. She was well-liked - she'd even turned Jim down in the sweetest way McCoy had ever witnessed, and he doubted she'd send one of her best friends packing off to detention without a damned good reason.

"Still. You better be getting dinner out of this at the very least."

She couldn't help it. The fact he seemed to actually care about her in this whole convoluted mess was... it was really sweet. Not that their friends didn't care about her, it was just that the concern was usually more spread out and less focused on her alone. She kind of liked the way it felt. But that didn't mean she could get away with being unfair.

"No dinner probably." She shot Leonard a smile from the edges of her eyes. "But she might make me brownies."

"Brownies are an acceptable substitute, I guess," he said, then looked up like he was thinking of something. "Will they have something in them? Like chocolate chips or chunks of peanut butter or something?"

Considering Aerith's vaguely hippy tendencies, most people could make an assumption about what she'd put in brownies. Leonard's guessing game was better though and Tifa hide a silent laugh behind a ducked head and her hand.

"I can ask for one of those if you'd like." They'd been talking about her but it wasn't as if she'd forgotten. "It's only fair you get to share some. You're in here for a friend too."

7 crack!detention here we come!

\o/

:D

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the thought of older McCoy using the word totally like that delights me to no end

fff he secretly probably would

also snickering at 'make one person cry' becasue I suspect he didn't even have to lift a hand

nope. just looked.

well, he does seem like he'd be good with THAT look, even young

he's had a lot of practice

well, someone 's got to be 'dad' in the group

and it's going to be him because he's the only one with sense, sob

Tifa can sympathize. She's kind of been assigned 'mom' duty in her group.

they should bully around all those damn kids. listen to your parents!

those pesky kids never listen.

/fistshake

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