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Started April 06, 2020 by Deleted user

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In an unusually good mood, Atlas strode over to his locker. He had a seemingly permanent smile on his lips. "Hello, love!"

"Chipper today, are we?" Rowan smiled softly himself and got out of Atlas's way. "Was band good?"

"It sure was! Today we got a new song and it's one of the best the director has given us. We did a sight-read through and I can just tell this is gonna be great." Atlas explained, opening his locker.

Rowan nodded a bit. He knew next to nothing about music, but he was glad that Atlas enjoyed it so much. "Well, hopefully you'll enjoy it. I'm sure I'll be hearing a lot of it."

"Oh yeah, you probably will be. And you'll obviously be going to the concert, so you'll hear it in all of its glory." Atlas grabbed what he needed and closed his locker. As per usual, he took Rowan's hand.

"Mhmm." Rowan laced his fingers with Atlas's and sighed happily. "Ready to head to our next class?"

"I guess so. Hhh let's go." Atlas looked up at his boyfriend before starting on their way to their next class, which was science. At least they were in their chemistry unit and that meant more lab work with partners.

Rowan sat down beside Atlas and sighed. "Maybe we'll do something interesting today, at least…" He drummed his fingers on his desk a bit.

"I'm pretty sure we're doing an experiment today. Not sure how interesting it'll be, but at least we'll be on our own instead of it being a lecture." These desks were tables in rows, two chairs per table. This was honestly Atlas' favorite regular class. He leaned his head on Rowan's shoulder while they waited for the starting bell to ring.

"Hopefully it's fire." Rowan grinned, his eyes shining. He'd been known to be a bit of a pyromaniac in the past, but he insisted it really wasn't that big of a deal.

"Hopefully it's not fire, we don't need a burned down school because you decided fire looked cool. Besides, I highly doubt you have enough money to pay for the rebuilding of a school this size." Atlas said, turning his head a little, still leaning against Rowan.

Rowan stuck his tongue out playfully. "Don't be so dramatic. Most of the school is made of cinderblocks anyways, so I can't exactly burn it down."

Atlas stuck out his tongue back. "I live for being overdramatic. Anyway, you could still do some serious damage to the school, even if it didn't burn completely to the ground."

"Yeah, yeah… we'd probably get it under control by then, so like… whatever." Rowan looked up as the teacher started talking about the lab, in which they were making smore's using some kind of safe chemical fire.

"Oh that's lame," Atlas whispered in Rowan's ear. The teacher finished going over the instructions then set them loose to the lab. At that point, no one even bothered asking either of them to be partners since Atlas and Rowan were always working together.

"Yes, but there's fire." Rowan grinned and headed over to their usual station. "And I love food. Grab the mortar and pestle, will you?"

Atlas giggled and followed Rowan to their station. Nodding, he grabbed the mortar and pestle, handing it to his boyfriend. "Well, I guess this is the experiment for you then."

"Mhmm." Rowan read over the instructions and started crushing things up. "Can you fetch the matches, Atlas?"

"Now be careful, love. I say I should do this part." Atlas said, opening a drawer and grabbing the matches. This time he didn't hand them to Rowan.

Rowan huffed indignantly and crossed his arms. "But I wanna set things on fire…" He whined.

"Oh don't whine like a baby. I'll let you set it on fire if you promise not to burn anything else down besides the materials for the experiment." Atlas giggled and went around the counter to Rowan's side, leaning himself up against the other. "And if I can stay right here while you do." He smiled up at his boyfriend.

"Ugh, fiiiiine." Rowan snatched the matches from Atlas and pulled one out, striking it against the box once it was free. He stared at the tiny flame, clearly enamored with it.

With a silly smile, Atlas blew out a quick breath that put out the flame. His smile grew as he looked from the match to his boyfriend.

Rowan looked over to Atlas, clearly pouting. "Atlaaaaas…" He whined. "My fiiiiire… it was so pretty, too."

"I love youuu!" Atlas said in a child's voice. He was obviously enjoying this more than he probably should.

Rowan stuck his tongue out at Atlas and lit another match, keeping this one well out of reach of Atlas.

Atlas grinned and blew in the direction of the match, even though it was well out of his reach. Many of the other groups already had the fire burning, some with their smores almost done.

"Noooo!" Rowan tossed the match into the mortar so that the contents would catch fire, a process that he watched with great interest.

Atlas watched with interest as well, although, it was more cautious than genuine interest. "Well, I guess it's about time we got that part done. What's next, love?"

"We make smores, apparently." Rowan grabbed a marshmallow, stuck it on a wooden stick, and held it in the fire.