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The Grounds, somewhere sorta-kinda over by room 422; Early Tuesday Morning.

A lot of thinking had been done. A lot of consideration and some more self-loathing and what have you that lead to the fact that, yeah, something had to be done here. He had to get Teddy back. Somehow.

Potentially embarrassing himself in front of the whole school seemed to be as good a solution than any, and, really, couldn't be worse than the whole cheerleading thing (which he wasn't getting to like, really, honestly...shut up).

After a few very carefully aimed and tossed rocks up at the window to room 422 (hey, Chad had a pretty good arm), he picked up the boombox and pushed play, holding it up as he filled the morning air with the sounds of Peter Gabriel's voice. In Your Eyes.

Hey, it worked for that one guy in that one movie, right? Chad actually couldn't remember how it went, but he'd been up all night after a long day of emo and work, and this was what he had to offer as a result.

...He really hoped he had the right window...

[[ he's clearly trying to get the attention of a certain someone, but feel free to gawk ]]

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There were rocks hitting his window, what the hell? He still had at least ten minutes worth of sleep before he had to go to work and this was just makign for one cranky Teddy.

Opening the window with the intention of yelling at whoever was out there, Teddy froze when he saw Chad and the boombox. And then he ducked, hiding just under the window, back to the wall.

It was romantic in a dorky kind of way. A really really dorky kind of way. He should go down and talk to him.

Once his face stopped being so red.

Chad was kind of in need of a haircut. He was very grateful for this, because it helped with the whole covering of his eyes and even his cheeks a little, because, yeah, dark skin wasn't helping with the blush this time.

But he stood firm, though. He was Chad; that's what he did.

Besides, if this didn't get Teddy out, he'd cued up their 'song' after this one, and, well...That would definately catch his attention.

He was actually playing that song. Teddy couldn't believe it. Craning his neck up he peeked out the window to confirm that yes, it really was Chad standing out there, playing Peter Gabriel.

Still clad in his pajamas, Teddy slipped on a pair of shoes and left the room to stop Chad from waking up the whole dorm. God he hoped he'd get down there before Chad started the song again.

Teddy didn't have to worry about the song starting again while he was still in transit to the grounds. Chad didn't think he'd actually be able to listen through it a second time, so he was really glad it seemed to have maybe possibly worked the first time. He had a whole list of songs following it that would help serve his purpose, but this one, particularly, might wake up the res tof the dormitory.

Of course, Teddy arrived just in time to have it cut off right when it started to get good. "I wanna fu-" Click. Lowered the boombox. "Hey, Ted."

And he had only just gotten that embarrassing blush under control before hearing the next song. Thank god, Chad turned it off.

"Chad."

"Hey."

Oh, right. Talking part. The part he wasn't so good at. Standing there holding a boombox was pretty easy. This was the difficult stuff.

"Um, so...I wanted to put myself out here and apologize for being the world's biggest idiot and ask that you take me back anyway because I really do love you and realize that what I did was a really, really big mistake..."

There was a pause. "Totally cool if you don't want to, though. I'd get it."

Another. "But I'll probably keep doing this until you do."

Well, when faced with the possibility of waking up to Peter Gabriel forever, what choice did Teddy have?

Teddy looked back up at the dorms, sighing. Was that Pippi with a video camera? Oh god.

"I know you love me, and I love you too," He told Chad. "That's why I think we should break up."

Chad's finger was tempted to hover threateningly over the play button again, but he couldn't be that cruel. Especially not after a stab like that. He...said it was totally okay if Teddy didn't want to, right? So he'd have to respect that..but...

"That doesn't even make any sense, Teddy..." he said, really hoping that there wasn't a sensible explanation that he was missing coming his way.

Teddy grabbed Chad's arm, turning him away from the dorm and the video camera. The fact that he pulled him away from the boom-box was just an added bonus.

"You wanted a second chance and you're getting one. We're doing this right. No Nadia or tattoo baggage to deal with. Just you and me starting this relationship over."

Maybe it was the fact that he didn't sleep last night. Maybe it was the strands of freakin' Peter Gabriel already stuck in in his head. But Chad wasn't following. Because one minute it sounded like Teddy was pretty much telling him to fuck off and now it sounded like they were gonna patch things up, and...yeah, he had no clue what he was going on about.

"Uh, wait. What?" He scratched the back of his head a little.

"You're- We're getting a clean slate," Teddy explained. "Starting from scratch."

"So, like..." Chad frowned, still trying to make sense of it, thinking it kind of weird, but, at this point, he'd do almost anything if it meant getting back together with Teddy, so he'd go along with it as best he could. "...How, uh, does that work?"

Chad was so very lucky he was darn adorable when he was confused.

"Go on a few dates, hang out, you know, like normal couples do," Teddy said patiently.

The thing that had Chad confused was the fact that he pretty much figured that's what they did now. Well, okay, they didn't really go on dates, unless you including borderline inappropriate cuddling in the lounge at Caritas after gigs as dates, which Chad totally did.

"Uh, okay..." he said, kind of nervously because he still felt he was missing something about this whole thing and really didn't want to screw things up.

Ah, but with one big difference...

"Not starting with sex like we did last time," He continued.

...It wasn't like he had intended for it to start like that! In fact, if Chad recalled, he wasn't intending to start anything back then, and one thing lead to another and...

...okay, he could kind of see where Teddy was coming from a little better now.

He...could do this. Never really had before, not really, but he could...He hoped...

Chad nodded. "So, uh, when do we start?" Sooner they started, the sooner they could, theoretically, get back to where they were before this whole mess.

"I'm going to get ready for work now, and you," He said jabbing Chad in the center of his chest and lifting his chin to look him in the eye. "Are going to ask me on a date."

Chad gingerly rubbed at the spot where he'd been poked as he looked back at Teddy, thinking it rather silly to be asking him out on a date, but, then again, he had just stood in the middle of the school grounds playing...ugh, Peter Gabriel.

Nope. Still weird and awkward. But he did it anyway.

"So, uhhh, Teddy. You wanna go on a date with me?"

That wasn't so hard now, was it?

Teddy smiled and nodded, standing on his toes to give Chad a very quick, chaste kiss. "Love to."

Hard, no. Awkward and weird, yes. But at least Chad didn't get shot down?

"Cool. Free tonight?" He tried to think of what might maybe be a good false-first date thing to do.

But it was adorable and totally earned him brownie points.

Teddy nodded. "Stop by my room after work."

Chad nodded back. "I think I can do that."

Pippi doesn't sleep much actually. She does spend a lot of time star gazing.

So when she say Chat start to throw pebbles with a boombox at his side, she grabbed her camcorder and opened her window.

Will heard the rocks tapping against the window and the music blaring outside, and snuggled her way deeper underneath the covers on her bed to try to get some more sleep in. It was way too early in the day to get up yet. Even for Peter Gabriel.

Marty sticks his head out the window and looks down at Chad with a very confused look.

"Man. Talk about deja vu."

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