SwaRon(D3)FanFic: The Little Things Give You Away - Page 6

Originally posted by: JZephyr

Aah. The Jackon demi-god, the Potter Mesiah, and anti - Shakespeare. Can they be any more obviously high school-ers?! 😆 

Oh well. 

ps: I thought they were a class apart cause you mentioned "X" for Sharon, and "IX" for Swayum in the intro... or was it me?! 

pps: Broken wrist, can be typing with my usual flourish, excuse the uncharacteristic brevity =) 

*edit* - I meant can't be typing...! 

Originally posted by: nish22

Oh NO!! I just realised i had forgotten to comment.. Please forgive me K! It wa ssuch an amazing update... You make me so jealous with your writing skills... U should become a writer in the futute :P Anyways it was really nice to see a new and different side of Swayam And Sharon... Do update Fast Okay?! Once again extremely Sorry :(

Hello all. :)

So, here's another update and I am pretty happy with the progress. Most of you might find this filler, but I guess this is some personal growth of my characters. This is me delving deeper into the characters I am dealing with, do let me know what you have to say about this chapter. Also, there are replies to your feedbacks from page six to page seven, check em out too, if you will. 😳

PS. I did not mean to make fun of Twilight, people. Sharon, the character is anti-cheese and Twilight is an epitome of mindless cheese, and the list of mindless cheese is endless so, no, I was not attacking Twilight. I HATE Bella, I LOVE Jacob, but no, I was not bashing. 

Cheers,

Savage

Chapter Three

First day of term would have easily been ghastly. But it was for two reasons tolerable for Sharon. For one, the school itself shunned the very gaunt idea of her feeling wrecked there because it was the very school she had spent two years studying to get into. Secondly, she managed to establish an acquaintance at school. Swayum, the guy with a potential-real British accent was her only acquaintance to stay because only he had the etiquette in him to show her around, and while any low-life would have 'shown her around', he had a library membership card, and claimed to have a deflated basketball in his bag, which suggested that he played basketball too. Therefore, Sharon mentally subtracted the others that she met at school from her list of acquaintances.

Sharon scribbled the Physics notes off the board in her notebook for the subject and Swayum had first cleared the table off her Chemistry, English and Math textbooks and neatly placed them under her side of the cage before copying the notes himself. Sharon had been too interested in the Physics notes to look baffled, but she had been baffled indeed, she was going to have to get used to compulsive cleanliness on her table if she was to sit with him, which she had without hesitations, whatsoever registered into her head.

"Do you like Doritos?" he had asked in the recess when they sat sipping orange juice out of their respective cans.

"Dearly," she answered.

"I am going to have a hard time comprehending your sarcasm." He had remarked.

"I am going to have to report your impulsiveness and non-random conversational skills to the school psychologist." She had barked and sneered.

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"I haven't seen you in six months, Aditi." Swayum snapped into his cell phone, which was so tightly pressed to his ear, the ear could have been secreting adhesive.

"I know, I haven't seen you in six months, brother, but that's because you dun like Skype." The voice of his sister reached his ear defensively.

"No, that's because I haven't seen Mum and Dad in two days either, that's simply because a normal teenager in my place would have shooed their parents and elder sister outta their room." Swayum mouthed.

"Honey, what you dun understand is ---"

Swayum interrupted his sister there and continued, "I am sorry, I am being unreasonable. I'll speak with you later, probably sign up with Skype. Later!" Swayum declared, trying really hard to communicate his artificial smile across the phone to Australia.

He went straight to his room and punched the pillow which had accidently fallen off his bed in an attempt to have the feathers inside burst out. He needed a punch in something soft but solid to vent out his frustration and finally be mellow again. He had to remind himself two times daily that the real problem behind him behaving like a two-year-old puppy because of the time-issues his family had was acceptance. He had had all the time he needed from them when he was this little kid who did require the time. Enter, the seventeen-in-three-months Swayum who was having a really miserable time in a country where people could start quarrelling to swearing to fighting each other at a movie theatre over a cup of iced-tea. He did not like it in India.

Swayum had never really had friends, so it would have been fair to classify him as an outcast but he was accepted for the distinctiveness he had back home. For some reason Swayum earlier did not understand, people avoided using their own brains here. Later he realized they did not have any, but that was a different case in its entirety. Solace to his life was, that he believed that your predicament could be genuine, but anger ends in more shit and no fruition, whatsoever. He understood. His parents had their jobs in India now. He understood. His sister had to study abroad. He understood. People in India were mental.

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Weekend was particularly rotten a concept for both Swayum and Sharon, and having spent a week at school together already, both had inferred a few things about each other. Sharon primarily reckoned that she was Swayum's only acquaintance too, and Swayum had figured Sharon was a very massive Linkin Park follower. Collectively, they figured they had an English assignment to finish by Monday on some of Shakespeare's Sonnets and it was Swayum who wanted to see the school nurse at the idea of having to do it.

"What, I thought the school nurse is just sixty years old, tops?" Sharon asked.

"I don't hold with people who extract such humour out of 'wanting to see the school nurse', normally." Swayum demanded her to shut up in a private way of his.

"Sure, I am sorry. I dun particularly like Shakespeare either." She tentatively said.

"That's utterly normal." He said with a lot of empathy in his tone.

"We are regardless doing the assignment together, Swayum." She finalized.

"I know, at my place, perhaps?" He suggested.

"Right-o! See you tomorrow at 11'o clock." She said and did not wait for Swayum to respond as she left. Her character's flamboyant inertness was something very fascinating to Swayum. It never intrigued him to a point that he would obsess over why she behaved in such an exclusive and detached manner but he did as of now, show subtle interest in the variations of her mood and the delivery of her quirky jokes which she very spontaneously put up, unlike him, who always waited to see if she got his joke and laughed, these days. Bottom line was that, he had managed to find a friend after a year at the school.

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