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When Lee got to the classroom today, there was a note on the door written in what appeared to be very shaky, very scared handwriting.

Fleeing the crazy.

Will return when threat passes.

You have the class.

Ares

Lee stared at the note for a long time and then shook his head before going into the classroom and trying to think of SOMETHING to do.

When everyone started filing in and settled down, Lee said, "Ares went and got married this weekend." Hey, he was in control. "To some girl name Rowena. I think they're on their honeymoon now or something. Make sure to wish him well when he gets back. He didn't leave us anything to do so I'm going to make something up. As a lot of you saw, I got stuck to the side of the dorms in my underwear last week by a teacher who you all should call grandmother when you see her. And then tell her I told you too."

What the hell, right?

"Anyway, that leads to the big question. Boxers or briefs? Or nothing? For girls...well, I don't know what underwear girls wear so the girls can figure that out? Why's one better than the other? Why would anyone for a frakking thong? And what the frak is up with this planet's obsession with thongs?"

Lee really shouldn't make things up off the top of his bed.

"No modeling though. Ares might reappear as soon as that happened and that'd be creepy. Oh, and if anyone would like to bitch about Parent's Weekend, we can do that too. We probably need to."

And then Lee sat down at the desk and waited for the discussions.

[OCD is ~~coming~~ up! I'm a little weird this morning.]

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She did love it. Because he was Johnny and he made her laugh.

"I didn't have any family of my own visiting," Isabel shrugged, not bothered by that in the least, after all, she'd only seen them a few weeks before anyway. "But Wyatt did, so I spent most of the weekend helping him cope."

He chuckled. "Helping him cope? How come that doesn't sound too cool?"

"Finding out your supposedly dead parents, aren't? Tends to upset your worldview a bit," she explained. "He needed a shoulder. I was more then happy to help."

"Whoa. That's kind of awesome though, right? I mean, that's a good thing uh?" Johnny wouldn't mention anything about Wyatt being a crybaby.

"It is, yeah," Isabel agreed. "It was just a lot to get hit with at once. But he's okay. I made sure of it."

Not mentioning it was probably one of the smarter decisions Johnny made that day.

"I'm sure you did," he said dryly, lighting his finger on fire and watching it. "Did he like... cry?"

"Don't be an ass Johnny."

"Sorry! I just had to ask even though that question was supposed to have stayed in my head!"

Isabel sighed and rubbed her forehead. She liked Johnny, she really, really did. But sometimes it could be like dealing with an eight year old.

Sue probably thought the same thing about him, but she loooooved him, not just liked.

"Got a headache, sweetheart?"

"You just don't get it," she said quietly. "Do you?"

Ah, man. Serious girl stuff. Johnny shifted in his seat.

"What, I don't get what?"

"It's not important," Isabel told him. Well it was important. To her. Sadly she didn't think that mattered to Johnny.

Sighing, Johnny scooted his chair closer to her and gave her the look. You know, that look. "Tell me."

That look doesn't work so well when the person getting it is annoyed. Which Isabel was. "He's important to me okay? Figure the rest out yourself."

Arching a brow, Johnny scooted his chair back where it was and mumbled something or other that might sound a lot like sorry.

Isabel just shook her head and went back to half-heartedly doodling.

Fandom's Next Top Runway Model [Monday, Period Five]

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