The breaking of the [Johnny] boy. [+Seb] CLOSED.

[twiff]

Johnny Page could be found, on this very lazy, hazy Sunday afternoon, sprawled under one of the many trees on Eddingborough’s expansive grounds. The bright sunlight was filtered through the branches and leaves of the old giant that towered above, high in the sky, providing a nice, dappled light to read by. No one else was around this side of the school, and any noise that anyone was making elsewhere was effectively muffled by the building itself. It was like he had the entire place to himself, a nice, intimate getaway where he wouldn’t be bothered.

Don’t get him wrong – Johnny loved people. Being around them, interacting with them. He was at his best when he was in a social situation. To tell the truth, he was the absolute life of the party – and his feelings were fully returned, because people loved being around Johnny too. They couldn’t help it, he was infectious with his laughter, generous with his time and a seriously genuine person. However, sometimes Johnny needed a breather, a little time to himself where he could focus on pleasing him and no one else. And that’s just what he was doing.

Around the tree his folders and books were scattered. One particularly heavy volume rested precariously on his knee, while his body dipped, leaning on the ground, to write notations in his sketchbook. His fingertips kept the place with where he was reading, brow furrowed in concentration barely ever seen on his face. However, it wasn’t schoolwork he was so intense on, rather working on his own interests. Horticulture. Landscaping. The sketch book held a detailed backyard (his own) in fine pencil, notations on plants, water levels, scattering the margins. He was planning a complete overhaul during the holidays, and was trying to get a head start in the planning. In fact, the clever play on plants and features would turn out to be quite pretty, even though he had no professional training.

Natural talent perhaps?

Either way, the eccentric boy looked out of place on the gleaming green grounds, especially with the lovely clash of colour he provided. His provocative orange jeans were a little worse for wear, rubbed, faded and dirty in some places (due to shuffling around in the grass) while the plain black shirt made them see all the more fluro. Yellow bandana at its place, holding back his mane of hair. He’d kicked off the dodgy sneakers, enjoying the feeling of wriggling his toes through the cool grass. Johnny didn’t much care for the conventional way of dressing, and was pretty pleased to be out of school uniform, if only for the weekend – it should be noted though, that even when wearing something totally trashy, damn that boy could pull it off.

He paused for a moment, casting his mind back to the other day in the toilet stall and vaguely wondered whether the “Voice” was just desperate for friends. Maybe it was a cry for help. He doubted it, the other had seemed too self-assured, and maybe a little cocky. It had played on his mind now and then, when he let himself drift, but otherwise had let the incident go completely. No need to get hung up about it.

((I’m sorry if this post seems erratic. Murder City Devils was pumping my eardrums, and they tend to set me in a weird mood.))

[Anna]

It wasn't difficult to track down that boy again. He didn't exactly blend into the crowd by any means, and his glance through the crack in the stall, no matter how brief, was enough to get Sebastien a perfect picture of the boy. Since his dramatic exit, he'd seen him everywhere as though his body was trained to track him down. They'd pass each other in the hallways, find each other in line at lunch, even had a couple classes together.

The proximity of his new project was killing him. It was time for interaction.

He'd done his research -- the boy's name was Johnny. That was easy to figure out. It seemed like everyone knew him. The infamous extrovert who brought a smile to everyone's face, and was seemingly so easy going and cheerful that it made Sebastien starved to find out his issues. There was no way someone could be so .. so .. so much like Johnny Paige.

They had another run in the weekend following their first (and probably only) session -- a brief pass in the hallway, enough for Sebastien to get a glance of the crazy attire he sported on the weekends in exchange for his uniform. There was something different today, though. For once, the boy was not surrounded by a gaggle of people.

Sebastien slowed and turned, watching his retreating back. It was an opportunity, sent from God. No doubt about it. He changed his path immediately, turning on his heel and following at a safe distance behind him.

Sebastien Lenoire, stalker? Hardly.

The boy led him out of the building, and onto the grounds. The cold and clarity of a late autumn day hung in the air, and Sebastien vaguely wished he had on a jacket. He hated being cold. But he walked forward anyway, slowly trailing the boy at a far enough distance that he could just barely keep him in sight.

This was going to be fun. More than fun, actually. It was going to be so deliciously awful that Sebastien squirmed excitedly at the idea that he might be able to pull it off. The plan was half baked in his head – who said Sebastien always thought things through? – but he was good at thinking on his feet, and he was pretty sure that whatever he did, it would be beautiful.

When he saw the boy settle beneath a tree, he waited another ten minutes before he approached. And as he did, he crafted his physique – he allowed himself to become something he normally wasn’t. Openly emotional, letting fake anger take over his features and movements as he approached, pretending to be completely unaware that Johnny was already seated near the tree.

Only a few strides away from the boy, he said in a voice that was both under his breath and loud enough for Johnny to hear, “Self righteous fucker. Christ.”

The words were delivered perfectly, falling off his lips right as he stepped beside Johnny’s tree of residence. He jumped with a surprised “oh!” when his eyes fell on the boy.

“Oh, man, I’m sorry,” he said, his heart racing not from being startled as showed, but instead with excitement that his new project had begun. “I don’t normally talk to myself, I swear. I’m just pissed, and I thought I’d come here to think, but I didn’t expect any one else to be out here.”

Go ahead, Johnny Paige, you little social butterfly. Take the bait.

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If Sebastian hadn’t said a word, Johnny would never have noticed him. So completely immersed in his work, the colourful boy hadn’t even heard the approach, but he certainly heard the curse. Unexpected, he twitched, book sliding off his knee and landing with an appropriate thud, squashing the delightfully soft, green grass. His eyes shot up, eyebrow raised while he took in the appearance of the other. Definitely not someone he would have expected to be so vulgar. The appearance was neat, very tidy – the complete opposite to the dishevelled Johnny. And lets just say, his curiosity was piqued.

“Nah, it’s all good.” He shrugged, relaxed and completely chill, even though his quiet time to himself was effectively ruined. It wasn’t this guys fault that they both had the idea to escape to the same place. Besides the fact, Johnny was interested enough to want to hear a story, and it sounded like this guy was about ready to spill his guts. “I’m Johnny Paige. I think I’ve seen you around.” How was he so friendly, so chipper? That grin spread across his lips transforming his face from vaguely pretty to stunning. His whole face lit up, the feeling reaching through to his eyes.

He fiddled with the books, pushing them to the side and stacking up his items to his far left. Enough room for another person to sit down and lean against the massive trunk of the tree. “Pull up a patch of grass, if ya want.” It didn’t bother him if this guy did, or didn’t, but the offer to listen was implied, and Johnny seemed so sincere. “You can spill your guts out loud and then no one will think you’re crazy, ‘cause I’m here.” He laughed, not maliciously, but just in the same sociable tone.

Yep. That was Johnny. So trusting when it came to stuff face-to-face.

((Loved your last line. <3))

[Anna]

If only Johnny new how easy his friendly attitude was making Sebastien's scheme. If only he had been a little less social, a little more protective of his private time, then Seb wouldn't have had the opportunity to begin this beautiful plan of his. But that was the grand thing about Johnny, the thing Seb was so determined to ruin -- of course he would offer a friendly ear to a disgruntled seeming boy. Sending him off to stew in his own anger was unheard of.

How perfect. Sebastien fully appreciated the friendly boy, but for all the wrong reasons.

"Thanks," he said, gladly falling into the spot that was cleared for him. He launched into conversation right away, not wanting the silence to linger and ruin the mood he had set. Sebastien had stormed in angry, and he had that impression to upkeep. He offered an off-handed introduction ("Sebastien Lenoire, pleased to meet you") and pressed on.

"Spill my guts, huh?" he repeated, his voice turning in exasperation. "That's just the thing. You'll never believe what this guy is doing on the main floor bathrooms. He's expecting complete strangers to spill their guts to him through a bathroom stall. Have you heard of him? I can't believe the nerve of that guy. I mean, I can understand wanting to help others, offering a friendly ear -- much like you, thanks mate -- but his intentions are obviously so twisted it makes me sick."

Oh, how easily Sebastien Lenoire was able to turn it on. Give him a role, and his usually polite, crafted tone became frantic and rambling. Usually a type of speech Seb would never allow himself to fall into -- he loved sounding eloquent -- but today, it was called for, and today, it would get him places.

Really, poor Johnny boy didn't know what he was getting into. The boy really should learn to see past a friendly face.

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Johnny had leant against the big tree in a carefree manner, head slightly turned towards the other, studying his face as he spoke. He noticed Sebastian around, it was hard not to after all, the boy was purely noticeable – but he’d never seen him worked up this way. Not that he had been paying close attention, or anything. His mellow smile settled on his lips, before it was snatched off them completely at the French boys next words.

You have to be fucking kidding him.

He’d tried hard to forget the scene at the bathroom – he didn’t want to go back for Round Two, even though sometimes, when he thought about it, he wanted to give the “Voice” a piece of his mind. And here it was, here to remind him yet again in the body of a boy. He exhaled heavily through his nose, a dull flush of red creeping up his neck before he calmed, and settled down. No need to let it get to him. “Oh yeah, him?” He murmured mildly, eyes darting up to the leaves above, watching the partial blue sky.

He didn’t mention he’d gone in to see the mysterious therapist, but he was quite happy to see that someone else had seen through the facade, even if he only thought that the intentions weren’t so twisted as stupid. “I can’t believe anyone goes to see him!” He exclaimed, shaking his head with total disbelief. “It’s such an obvious ploy. I really feel sorry for those kids that go and vent their whole life story to him.” He gave a short, disparaging laugh that was pretty uncommon for him. “They’re going to be severely fucked with.”

Oh Johnny. Little did he know that he was going to be the one completely screwed with – and he was walking into it head first.

[Anna]

Johnny's response was noted and tucked at the back of his mind. Sebastien had to make sure to remember what Johnny had actually told him as opposed to what he had found out on his own. Letting anything slip would put a direct end to this little plan of his. So Johnny hadn't mentioned specifically that he'd gone to see Sebastien in the bathroom. Funny, he thought -- Sebastien figured he would've been jumping over the opportunity to brag at how he'd 'shown' that therapist by walking out on him.

But had hadn't said anything. Interesting. Maybe Johnny really was as good a guy as everyone was saying. Wouldn't that be a treat? Sebastien liked a challenege.

However, the unspoken response of the boy didn't go unnoticed to Sebastien's observant blue eyes. He watched the other as carefully as the other watched him, and the color creeping up his neck and the controlled puff of air reassured him. So he had gotten to Johnny. Good. As he should.

"I know," he agreed, casually slinging an arm over his bent knee and shaking his head. "I don't know why it pissed me off so much. Just the picture of him sitting in their on his toilet, so utterly pleased with himself -- it grates on my nerves. Someone needs to fuck with him instead. I mean, who does that?"

Who does that, was the question?
Sebastien Lenoire. All the time, and without regret. Even speaking of himself with such mock disdain filled him with pride, as though delivering a speech of his own brilliance.

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The younger boy allowed the smile to widen on his lips; in fact, he couldn’t usually help his facial expressions in the first place. He was so open, carefree that his face was an open book to whoever wanted to read. He had no need for deception, not when he was usually so very confident in himself and who he was. The few small, niggling points of doubt were heavily buried away in the furthest reaches of his mind – especially when it came to sex and sexuality. It was hard to avoid conversation involving sex in a school of hormone heavy boys, but he was a master at avoiding that particular topic.

He knew the ‘Voice” would have had a field day with that piece of information. The thought of that bought a slight frown and a worry line across his brow, which was banished as Sebastien spoke again, a nice diversion from the track his brain was following down. He didn’t particularly want to dwell on any of the points that his mind was throwing at him. Johnny laughed in response to the others small speech.

The pleased spurt of laughter was broken, and he piped in. “Someone who is severely lonely, I think.” He shrugged, shifting against the tree and stretching his arms up, wriggling his fingers to get all the kinks out. “Probably someone who thinks highly of himself, makes shallow friendships and is all along a lonely little boy.” The winning grin was back again, shot towards Sebastian. It faltered for a second as he really took in the other boys appearance, brain noting how attractive the other really was before he ignored it.

“No need to fuck with him. He’s messed himself up so well that he doesn’t need interference from anyone else. And, ya’know, don’t need to sink to his level anyway.” Johnny was not a revengeful person, it would seem, and to a certain extent, karma was a niggling belief.