GREASE LIGHTNING / HUMAN AU

[roan ;]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Petite, friendly, and infinitely warm, Roan Ó Faoláin was hardly the type to fall in with any of the usual guy gangs that hung out around school. The brunette was only a freshman, and a rather easily picked on one at that. He was infinitely friendly and charismatic, always willing to talk with whoever would have him, but that unfortunately led to quite a bit of trouble for him, considering those that wanted to talk to him always seemed to be big, and mean. This penchant for getting himself in trouble was how he had met Roxanne Roux, the tough but caring older girl who had been watching over him ever since he could remember. She hadn't been able to look after him at all times, of course, since before now, they had been going to different schools. But now, he was a freshman, and he could spend as much time as he wanted with the girl who he considered to be practically his best friend. His first morning had been frantic, packing up all his supplies, picking out a nice outfit, and saying goodbye to his nice stress free house before he jogged out the door, not particularly keen on showing up to his first class of his first year late. Just the thought was enough to make a shiver go down the tan boy's spine.

When he eventually arrived at school, his first goal was, of course, to locate Roxanne. She had told him earlier where her locker was, but he was having a bit of trouble remembering it, mumbling the numbers to himself as he walked down the hallway, dragging his fingertips over the lockers that weren't already occupied by the body of a teenager. In his wandering, he eventually came upon where Roxanne was, along with Dee and a stranger he didn't think he had ever seen before. Noticing the annoyed look on Rox's face, and the hostile look on Dee's, Roan immediately felt like turning and high tailing it out of there. However, he just took a very deep breath to psyche himself up, before he strode forward, over to where they were. The short male mumbled softly as he came up on the other side of Roxanne, frowning slightly, "Hola, Rox... what's going on?" His voice was soft and timid, before his blue eyes found their way up to the unfamiliar guy. He bit his lip for a moment before he spoke again, gripping tightly onto his bag, "Don't... don't you have your own locker to go to, galla?" His use of gaelic was soft, and exceptionally timid, considering he had just called someone a "bitch."