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Lance Joani
17

Charmase Basia
Sixteen

Lance stuffed his hand in his pockets, leaning against the wall of the principle's office. He was going on and on about something about credits. Lance didn't care at first untill he hear him say. "If you don't get that extra credit, you will fail this year and have to take this year over. You must take part in some sort of club. Or you will ne stuck here." Lance blinked. "Like what?" He asked. "Like Latin." Lance shook his head. "Are you kidding me?" He frown when the older male shook his head.

Lance left his office, he was told to find the president or any other officer to ask for a sign up sheet, and join, Lance wasn't too thrilled with this. He didn't socialize well, and Lation to him was so boring and pointless. Why in the world did he need Latin? But he wanted to graduate. The sooner he could get out of that school the better.

The president of the Latin club had the same lunch as Lance did, though he didn't know it. Charmase was one of the most peculiar students in the school--a light-hearted, artsy young man who was heavily bullied by most of the 'popular' kids in school for being feminine and sort of innocent.

The teasing did not seem to bother Charmase. He had a tight-knit group of friends, most of which joined him in the Latin and Art clubs. Charmase was the vice president of the Art Club and the president of the Latin Club. Pretty prolific for a junior--he was only sixteen.

As lunch started, he was sitting at a table full of his friends--quite a mix of people. Charmase's friends were very varied. He was friendly with everyone from the school's major gamers to the students in AP Art Studio. He rarely ate lunch at school...he instead sat and talked with people, and worked on schoolwork.

Right now he was working on Latin with one of the freshmen who needed assistance. Most people knew that Charmase was a whiz at Latin, and at art...

Lance began to ask around during lunch time. He would ask one kid who the President of the Latin club was, first it was all no's, but realized he was asking people he knew would be caught dead in Lating club. So He asked some others. Some he didn't really hang out with, and seemed like they would participate in a club. He soon got a name. Charmase. "What kind of name is that?" He shook his head with a shrug and then continued asking around, this time asking if anyone knew where Charmase was.

It took Lance awhile, but he finally asked one guy and he actually knew where he was, He pointed to a blonde boy sitting at a tabel with a freshman. "Thanks..." He walked over to the boy, hands in his pockets. "You..." He looked at him, a little shocked. "You the Latin President?" The reason he was shocked cause the people he asked said 'He's so smart' or 'He's so kind'. Key word. He.

Charmase looked up from the Latin I book and the vocabulary packet that he was assisting the freshman with, blinking slightly. "...Why, yes, I am!" he replied, his voice a soft and gentle trill. His main points of interest in school were foreign languages, art, music, and history...he was one of the main singers in the school's Cadence Choir.

He folded his hands together neatly in his lap, regarding the male before him with idle eyes. He had never seen him before. Odd, since he knew most of the people in this school by either name or face. He was observant and did not miss much, even if he didn't know the people...

"Why? Are you interested in joining Latin Club?" he asked, sounding hopeful. The club needed new members.

Jason sighed. "Man, this is a girly man" He thought to himself. He then shook his head. "No, I'm not interested in joining, but I have to for credit. So uh, where do I sign up?" He asked, taking one hand out of his pocket to rub the back of his head. He looked around some, wondering what he was getting himself into. But this guy looked different. Almost like a girl. He face looked soft, and he just had a feminine body.

Jason put his hand back in his pocket, watching the boy, waiting for an answer.

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"You just have to come to the next meeting tomorrow after school with a two-dollar due," Charmase informed him, not seeming bothered at all by his words. "Our club collects dues every meeting--two dollars a week to support our activities and such. Oh, if you're interested in our club field trip at the end of the year, you should try to attend every meeting from now on..."

He shifted in his seat, smiling at the freshman as he thanked him and moved back to his seat. "We're flying to Italy for a week for our club trip this year..." He seemed quite excited about that and brought his hands together cheerily. "We go once every four years...so this will be my first time taking the club there..."

He seemed lost in his thoughts for a moment before shaking his head and smiling at the other male and offering his hand. "IN case you didn't already know, my name is Charmase."

Lance tilted his head some, listening to the boy. When he mentioned a field trip, Lance's answer was no, till he said they were going to Italy. Which sounded kinda cool. He watched him as he acted like an excited little kid. Kinda funny actually. He nodded and said. "Yeah, I know who you are. I'm Lance. So I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks alot kid." he waved to him, walking away all cool like. The wind blowing against his jacket and his hair.

Lance was now back in class, since lunch was over, and wondered what tomorrow would bring him. He wondered if he would grow to like this new club. There was no way. He wasn't the type f kind to be involved in these things. However, he had no choice, so he needed to learn to stay calm around them, cause people like that made him want to punch something for some reason.

Charmase pouted a tad at being called 'kid.' He often didn't like being as small and childlike as he was--it caused problems when he attempted to tell people his age. Most would not believe he was sixteen. Some even doubted his gender.

Charmase's next few classes were pure bliss for him. He had completed nearly all of the classes required for graduation already...and this made holes in his schedule for him to take the classes he really wanted to take rather than ones he wasn't really interested in. Driver's Ed, for instance, was not something he was interested in. He had only been behind the wheel twice and found that driving terrified him.

Lance slept through most of his classes. He was a slacker, yes. But his grades were average, so he didn't worry too much about school. The day was coming to an end, and everyone headin home, either on Buses, cars, or they walked. Lance was one of those who walked. His bag on his shoulder, and hands in his pocket. He walked down the school driveway. Eyes closed. He was one of those too to talk to you kind of guy.

he was dreading tomorrow, he was never into this kind of stuff, he wondered if his parents would die of a heart attack when they found out, just because they were shocked he agreed to join a club.

Charmase stayed after school to attend Art Club. Art Club was every week, just as Latin Club was. He was a member and not an officer of the French Club and was also a member of two groups called No Place For Hate and Invisible Children. He was a proactive student even outside of the classroom.

When he finally arrived home, it was four in the afternoon. He usually got home late because he had so many things to take care of after school. Sometimes he would even stay to help out teachers with different things...

When Lance arrived home he laid in his bed for a moment, and figured he should get started with his homework, which he managed to finish rather quickly. He acted dumb, but he wasn't all that dumb. Once that was taken care of, he did his own thing for awhile before finally going to bed.

When morning came, Lance got ready for another day at school. He also got the money he needed for that club. He left without a word to his parents and walked to the school. It was about a fifteen minute to twenty minute walk. When he arrived, he sat in the back of the class room, waiting for school to start.

Charmase was at school early, since he was bringing some food and drinks for Latin Club today and didn't want to have to navigate through crowds and possibly bump into people while holding his food and drinks. He would store them in the faculty room near the only Latin room in the school, with the help of the Latin teacher.

The rest of Charmase's day passed rather quickly. He had little to do today except take a few tests.

Lance felt as if the day dragged on. But now schiool was over, but he still couldn't go home. He had Latin. He found the Latin room easily. He peeped in, and saw no one was around yet. He then moved into the back of the room silently. He had his money, and now all he had to do was sit through this meeting.

[Sorry it is short. My mind is blank]

Charmase arrived directly after Lance and paused upon seeing him. He flashed him a pleasant smile and motioned to the side of the room, where there were three bottles of Mountain Dew soda and a few plates of cookies. "Feel free to take some food and a drink...the rest of the club has to arrive..."

Charmase took a cup of the soda and a cookie for himself. He had made them--they were sugar cookies.

Lance saw him and walked over to him, giving him the money he needed to pay. "Here." He then grabbed a mountain dew and a sugar cookie. He took a bite from it. "Mmm. This is good, where did you buy this from?" He asked, just guessing he bought the cookies. He grabbed a few more with a slight smile. Sugar cookies were his favorite.

Charmase checked the bills over to make sure he was just giving him two ones and not a one and a five, because that would be a bad mix-up. "Thank you very much!" he exclaimed, upon hearing Lance's compliment. "I didn't buy these. I made these, all by myself, when I got home from school yesterday. They're all nice and fresh."

He clasped his hands together behind his back. "I like to cook and bake."

Lance looked at him, and the fact that he was so excited about the compliment made him laugh some. He was really quite amusing. Maybe it wouldn;t be so bad here. Although he wasn't suprised to find out he baked. "Well if you keep serving up these cookies, I might actually start to enjoy this club." he smiled some and said. "So how many people are in this club?" he asked, looking around.

He looked back over to the girlish blonde boy. Atleast he did look a little like a male, but only inthe bone structure of his cheeks. He wondered if he was born like that, or if he was changed.

"I serve cookies and drinks every club meeting for people who bring their dues," Charmase responded, a smile still on his face. "Altogether, there are about thirty students in the club. We have some come and leave all the time, just trying out the club to see how it is."

Charmase, to the best of his knowledge, had always been a girlish child. Even when he was little, he was long-haired and very often mistaken for a female and reprimanded for trying to use the boys' bathroom.

Lance nodded. "Really?! I had no idea that many people would actuaslly take part...oh...nevermind...." He knew when to be rude, and when not to be. He had to get on this gy's good side, because he wanted cookies, so he would be polite for now. He then moved over to tak his seat. "What do you guys usually do during these meetings?"

He leaned back in his chair, piging out on cookies and moutain dew. Enjoying the taste of the two.

"Don't eat all of them--there are other club members, you know!" Charmase warned, looking amused. "We learn about Ancient Roman culture and sometimes have days where we all just speak in Latin and nothing else." He peeked over at the door and noticed that a group of ten or so students were outside. He skipped over to let them in.

"Come sit down! Hand me your dues on the way in..." Charmase collected the dues. Their treasurer had recently come down with a terrible sickness and couldn't come to school for a while.

"Oh crap. If they start speaking Latin, I won't be able to udestand a word they say." He thought to himself. However when the people started cming in, he ducked his head down. He was getting shock and bewildered stares. They knew about his reputation and some looked scare of him. "Tsk..." He stood up and moved all the way to the back.

He lumped down, he didn't like alot of people. He nibbled on his cookies, hoping he would survive his first meeting.

Charmase was not having that. He put his little hands on his hips and beckoned to Lance, looking amused. "You have to come and introduce yourself to the club...you might as well come to the front of the room now..."

More people were starting to file into the room. They all appeared to know each other and were talking animatedly together. It was an odd sight for someone who wasn't used to being around such social people to see.

Lance looked up. "What? No way!" He then saw others staring at him. "Fine..." He moved up to the front of the room. He was not good in situations like this. He looked at the blinde male with a look that said 'I'll get you back later.' He sighed and began to introduce himself.

"Yo. My name is Lance. I joined because I needed credits. Got a problem with me. Sorry." He then looked at the blonde boy again saying. "I'm going to sit down now." he moved back to his original spot, crossing his arms. Most of the people here were too scared to talk to him. Besides he wasn't here to make friends.