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[Spencer O'Connor]

Spencer laughed softly, "I've tried writing poems, it just doesn't work out for me. Plus, there's always like.. an encrypted message within them and no one gets the point of them." He shrugged and smirked, "Maybe I'm just too complex of a writer."

He chuckled at Bo's surprise, "Of course I would. And I wouldn't want to take the one you keep in your car." He looked at Bo and raised his eyebrows in a way that gave off his own shock. Had Spencer really stricken this boy speechless? Adorable. He smirked and shook his head slightly, "No need to thank me. It was a pleasure." He grinned politely at Bo before hopping off the edge of the stage and going over to the piano, himself.

"I did learn a few keys during my piano lessons as a kid, but I'm still quite horrible at it." Spencer ran his fingers over the keys and looked at them, "After all, I did quit the lessons. The instructor was such a prick." He shrugged and laughed slightly. That instructor treated Spencer like dirt, so Spencer told him how it was and then quit. Simple.

[Bo St. John]

Listening intently, the young man nodded, chuckling slightly. "You caught all the badly hidden messages in my song," he laughed weakly, then looked at him with a smile. "I could get them, I bet... I have a good eye for stuff like that."

Chuckling, Bo blushed again. "I have more at home. I'd rather give it to someone who's never heard t than keep it all to myself." Looking up at him when Spencer stood, he slowly followed after him, watching the sophomore with a small smile. "I could teach you some... if you're like," he pointed to the piano, sitting down on the bench. "Would you like me to teach you?"

Smiling, he cautiously took Spencer's hand, and positioned them on a few keys. "This is the G-chord... Press them al down at once." He whispered, continuing to look at the keys before looking up at him, a childish glow radiating from him. He took pleasure in knowing that he could help someone, show someone something that he knew, and he knew piano well.

[Spencer O'Connor]

Spencer smiled, "Then maybe I'll write a few poems and show them to you, hm?" He smirked. "And if it isn't too sacrificing, I would love to have the CD in your locker." It was true. It wasn't rare that Spencer needed cheering up. Maybe Bo's CD would do the trick. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that it probably would.

He watched Bo sit down on the bench and nodded slightly, "I'd like to learn some, yeah." The next thing he knew, he felt another hand on his. This was weird to him. It didn't happen a whole lot. So he just gave in and let his hand be led to a certain position. G-chord, okay. Spencer pressed them all at once like he was told and smiled when he knew he'd gotten it right. He knew what all the chords sounded like, he just didn't know how to make them happen.

Plus, it felt nice to have someone teach him in a gentle way instead of verbally abusing him every chance they got.

[Bo St. John]

Smiling, Bo nodded. "I can give it to you after school, if you'd like. And I can drive you home, too." Seems he was just in a giving mood, now, wasn't he?!

The young man then positioned his fingers on a different set of keys, smiling broader. "Now, this is the C-Major chord." Pressing his fingers down, happily looking up at him again. "Alright. I can teach you. Want to set up a time that we can get together for lessons?" He asked, now playing a song softly on the piano, humming to himself.

[Spencer O'Connor]

Spencer grinned and nodded, "That sounds fine... are you sure you can drive me home? I mean, I can call my mom or something." He looked up at him and then back down at the piano. He hated being so little, age-wise. It made him seem like a baby in his eyes. It was something that had always bothered him, being underestimated.

He watched and learned where the C-Major chord was and nodded, "Um, do you have a piano? At your house? Or, we could always do it here." He shrugged and listened to Bo hum/play. He couldn't help himself, he had to smile again. Had he even stopped this entire time? Thinking about it for a second, he couldn't think of once that he'd stopped smiling. He probably looked like a total dweeb. Spen frowned a bit.

[Bo St. John]

"Oh, yea. I've got time, gas, and the chivalry." He smiled, scooting over so there was space for him to sit down. "I don't bite, come and sit down, 'kay?" Bo then chuckled slightly at his uncertainty. "You're my friend, and I'm gonna take care of you." Aww, how sweet it Bo?!

"I've got a few at home... a couple keyboards, a grand piano..." Shrugging, he looked back up at him, smiling weakly. "My parents are... somewhat rich. Being an only child, they spoil me." Chuckling slightly, he looked back at the keys, he played a few more arpeggios, hoping to keep his blush from his cheeks.

[Spencer O'Connor]

Spence smiled softly and went to sit down beside him. It took him a second to process what Bo had said. Most people shrugged Spencer's existance off, like he wasn't even there. So he honestly didn't know how to respond to that. "A-Ah, thank you... so much." He smiled brightly up at Bo and then shrugged a bit, "You're lucky."

He looked at Bo and then looked down at the keys again, "I doubt sometimes that my parents even realize I exist." He shrugged again, softly this time. Spencer didn't have much. His parents bought him clothes to make up for the lack of attention. "They buy me things to make up for it though. It's kind of bittersweet." His voice was soft now, not as confident as it usually was.

[Bo St. John]

Bo smiled, though it faltered after a moment, his expression quickly changing to a frown. "They've sheltered me all my life... I haven't done half the things that most teenagers have." Shrugging, he pulled his hands away from the keys, eyes closed. "I usually tell them that I'm going to a friend's house, but go out and get drunk, because that's the most exciting thing in my life." He looked really... ashamed of himself.

"I think they do know you exist, it's just they're busy..." Looking over at him with a week smile, he then turned, and, cautiously, pulled Spencer into a hug. "Even though we just met, I'll be here for you, if you ever need me. Gimme your phone, and I can give you my number."

[Spencer O'Connor]

Spencer shrugged, "I've done things that are much, much worse. You shouldn't be as ashamed as you look like you are." He smiled softly. His parents didn't care where he went as long as he didn't die. Which, sometimes, was vulnerable to happen.

A hug? This was so much ground to cross in one day. He'd actually made a friend. Spencer hugged him back, not really wanting to let go, but he knew he had to. How else was he gonna get his phone out of the pocket of his skinny jeans? Wiggling his phone out, he handed it to Bo and smiled, shaking his head slightly, "Why are you being so nice to me?"

[Bo St. John]

"Oh... really?" He asked, blushing with a frown. "W-well, like I said... I've beens sheltered, and haven't done much..." Bo looked away, sighing slightly. His life seemed so bland, after hearing that Spencer--a younger teenager--had done worse than he had ever done.

"Why'm I being nice? Cause I'm a nice guy... and I kinda like you," he smiled, taking the phone, and put his cell number in the contacts. "I'm under 'Bo St. John -- Cute Comedian'," smiling, the junior gave a wink, then looked away, blushing with a laugh.

[Spencer O'Connor]

Spencer frowned when Bo frowned, "It's not a good thing that I've done worse. No need to be sad about it." He sniffled. He'd been to a number of parties. A huge number. It definitely wasn't a good thing at all.

Back up. 'and I kinda like you'?! Spencer smiled when he heard that. His heart started racing, too. Success! Spencer laughed and put his phone back into his pocket, "Well at least I'll be sure who I'm texting." He returned the wink and then stretched. He was tired, but the day was only half over. It was a sign that he slept far too much. Half of his life was spent in his bed, napping or deep-sleeping. He didn't mind a bit.

[Bo St. John]

"I know... but I wish I had experience. I mean, when I graduate and go to college, my friends are gonna want me to go out, and I'm not gonna know how!" Sighing, he ran another hand through his hair. "I know this may be a little... weird, but could you, um... show me some stuff that would help me 'party'?" He laughed weakly, looking back at the piano keys.

When he heard Spencer laugh, he looked back up, smiling. "Yea... I've had myself a few scares when I was texting some personal stuff to one of my friends who had the same name as another of my friend. Kiiiiiiinda scary... and embarrassing." Blushing again, he gave a genuine laugh, his eyes bright.

[Spencer O'Connor]

Spencer grinned, "I could take you to one. Practice makes perfect. I mean, I don't know exactly what to teach you. To drink? To dance like you're having the time of your life? To just laugh at everything that happens because you're so high?" He laughed and sighed a bit. Parties weren't so bad. They just took a toll on your health. "You also get a bit experimental at parties if you know what I'm saying." He raised his eyebrows and looked at Bo.

He smirked, "I can't say I've ever done that, but I'm sorry. That must've sucked." Spen yawned again and sniffled softly.

[Bo St. John]

"H-high...?" He asked, blushing. "I don't think I can do that... i can drink, but I'm not gonna smoke anything, or shoot up or anything like that." Bo then blushed more. "I mean, I'm already bisexual. There's nothing more to experiment... 'cept I've never really..." Shaking his head, he looked away from the sophomore, chuckling weakly. "Nevermind... forget I said anything, alright?"

Looking at him, he sighed. "It does," he chuckled, then watched him yawn. "Are you tired...?" He asked softly, frowning. "Would you like to... um... skip class and rest?" He asked, his face a dark red now.

[Spencer O'Connor]

Spencer laughed, "And I'd never ask you to. All I've done in that area is smoke weed, and that only happened a few times." He shrugged and then looked up at Bo again. That probably meant that he'd never experimented on the boy's side of it, eh? Spencer tilted his head and smirked, "You've never really what?"

He nodded and sniffled again. He rewinded in age when he was sleepy. It made him seem like a little kid because he got all sniffley and cuddley and so on. Spen ran his hands over his face and groaned a bit, "That would be so awesome, but it probably wouldn't work. I've never skipped before so I don't really know what to do. Or whatever." He laughed softly and looked at how badly Bo was blushing. It made him smile. He was 90% sure that he had a good chance with this, for once.