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So yeah.

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{ heeeeeeey. So what sort of plot do to nerds get? Like maybe, if they're going to be ECH-verse, we could do a partner project or something? IDK }

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The nerds doing a project together <3 It's so perfect

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{ You do realize this means Barry will blow something up and they'll end up with a putty-like mix splattered on them, right? xD So, science project? }

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Lol x3 but yes, a science project would be great.

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{ You want to set the scene or me? AKA I start or you? }

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I'd prefer it if you started. :3

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Bartholomew Moss ; ;

Science class was like it always, boring. The teacher, Mrs. Danvers, droned on-and-on about this and that, how to apply science into other fields, what to do and what not to do, classification; it was an advanced chemistry class, which means very smart students were in it. By that, normal kids, the nerds, geeks, few jock or popular who was intelligent, those artistic kids, some loners; it was a dynamic class at least. But it was boring, and many kids were already nodding off to Mrs. Danvers as she explained how to balance the equation in front of them, how it was in all life—an equation for something in the body. Nobody was exactly paying attention, well, very few.

One student raised his hand. “So wait, sometimes there will have to be added on energy to get a chemical reaction; like shaking it, or stirring for the best milkshake.” Some of the class groaned, maybe it was because of the mention of ‘milkshakes’ and lunch wasn’t until another hour. Or maybe it was because the young man speaking was none other than Bartholomew Moss, tapping his pencil to his paper after writing down the answer, his leg bouncing, eyes on the board and the teacher.

“Yes Barry, exactly.” Mrs. Danvers shot a look to her bored classmates as they groaned again, maybe it was because like most nerds: he was a teachers pet. Yes, she was his favorite teacher; maybe it was the class or maybe it was the fact he actually learned, or she understood that Barry didn’t need a partner for most projects. He didn’t know the answer, but it pleased him. “Now, class; as you know this is advanced chemistry. We’ve gone over reactions, bodily fluids, everyday reactions such as aerobic respiration, decomposition, and rusting. However, this year you won’t be needing a lot of my help, most of you have take Chemistry in freshman or sophomore year with me or Mr. Moore, so you know all you need to know for the semesters project.”

They were only a few weeks into school, so they had a project for the whole class semester? That means it will be tough, but Barry was sure he could do it. A small smirk gracing his lips.

“I will form you into partners,” Barry was confident he would do it alone like usual, “and you will do a research project on whatever you please, I will hand out guidelines and rules to the lab.” The elderly teacher began walking, a small booklet of papers flopping onto desks. “The only important thing is you will have to write detailed reports for each experiment you wish to conduct, what chemicals you will be using, and what you will be doing, before performing it in the lab.” Mrs. Danvers didn’t look at Bartholomew as the paper flopped onto his desk.

She went back to the front, pulling the projector screen up to reveal partners. “All,” she looked at Barry sternly—his smirk wavering into a frown. “Of you will have partners this semester. You will be doing everything together in class, so, it’s best you learn to work with each other and get to know each other and sit next to each other.” She smiled lightly, letting the class erupt into talking as students got of their seats to meet their friend and high-five, or chat idly with their partner, or even groan as the unlucky student got lazy Henry McGowen as a partner.

Barry was still frowning, glaring at the name that would hinder him for the whole year. Jeanne Headey. He glared at the name, like if he just erased it with his mind Mrs. Danvers would realize her mistake. A semester’s worth of experimenting by himself, the definition of dangerous! He could do biology experiments with chemicals, physics, just chemistry! No, no, he’ll have to do what she wants too. His posture slunk further, kicking out his converse lightly, hands between his legs to keep them from grounding into fists of anger—though his face remained with a steady frown and placate look in his brown eyes.

This will be a long year.

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{{ Yes, Jeanne will be your downfall. }}

Science class was not Jeanne's favorite subject. Sure, she paid attention and managed to get As most of the time, but she still had her struggles. She stared at the equation written in front of her with almost unparalleled attention. She broke from her gaze only to write down some notes. Mrs. Danvers' teaching wasn't the most exciting or enticing, and as a result Jeanne sometimes found herself falling into the lull of daydreaming. Every time she caught herself doing so, she would snap herself out of it and concentrate even harder, which eventually lead to her blocking everything out but Mrs. Danvers' droning.

So when Barry's question broke the regular pace of the class, Jeanne was startled out of her bubble and almost fell out of her chair, but managed to save herself and instead made a small scratching sound as her chair moved. She turned her head to look over at Barry, who sat two rows in front and one column to the left of her. After hearing his question, she also wrote the answer down for future reference. Also after hearing his question, her stomach rumbled, as if it had a mind of its own. She was once again reminded lunch wasn't for another hour, and she rested her chin on her hand to keep herself from groaning like some other students.

Jeanne's face contorted at the mention of the class project. She mostly kept to herself; so she knew she wouldn't be paired up with a 'friend'. She could only hope and pray she didn't get Henry McGowen as a partner, as that guaranteed a crapload of work for her to do. By herself. The booklet dropped onto her desk and she quickly ran through it, promising herself she would read it in detail later, although she knew most of the basic rules.

She looked towards the front of the room to see who her partner was, now crossing her fingers that she wouldn't receive Henry as a partner. And oh thank the Lord she didn't. But then she saw who her name was next to and she almost did a double take, her glasses nearly coming off her face.

She got Bartholomew. That was odd, considering he usually did his project alone. She glanced over at Barry and then back up at the projector screen. She did that a few more times until she convinced herself the projector wasn't going to magically change.

Looking around at the students walking around the room and chatting with their partners, she decided to get up and introduce herself, at the very least -- even though she didn't want to leave her chair.

She slowly made her way to where Barry was sitting, tucking a few loose strands of her hair behind her ear. When she arrived at his desk, she stuck out her hand as if to shake, but then snatched it back a few centimeters, before pushing it back out again, resulting in what would surely be a very awkward handshake.

"I'm Jeanne." She said, using her free hand to push her glasses back up the bridge of her nose.

{{ sorry it took forever. }}

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Bartholomew Moss ; ;

Bartholomew looked flustered as some papers shifted so she could have some room, “I know.” He said, looking up at the board, once again hoping it would disappear, but it didn’t. “Well, I guess we better get used to—uh—each other. Especially for a big project like this, I want to know your strengths, and weaknesses in the science field.” He never took charge, or well, rarely did. It was his skittish and intimidated nature, a young man who didn’t have many good friends; just study-buddies who all wore overly large glasses and have a bad case of acne.

“But you can call me Barry.” He realized that his name had been escaping him for the past five minutes, and words, and anything but moving papers back and forth in decision to where they should belong on his desk. Brown eyes locked in interest to the black, smooth, surface; maybe it was the presence of a female.

Probably was, Barry had no idea how to handle girls. They were an elusive species, except his mother—but that didn’t count.

His cheeks reddened. “You can also sit down.” He rambled, realizing he should let her talk. Letting the papers fall flat, putting his hand on his cheek and putting his elbow on the table; with a practiced look of interest Bartholomew looked at Jeanne quietly, his gears turning as he observed her non-perversely, of course.

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Jeanne nodded after he finished his sentence. She opened her mouth to answer him, but closed it again. Despite being more socially adept then Barry, there was still an awkwardness that surrounded her. She tried her best to respond but instead mumble something that might pass as words. Jeanne also didn't have that 'take-charge attitude' that was necessary for one half of a partner project, which could possibly set them up to fail, but we'll just find out, hmm?

Jeanna nodded again and his name -- well, nickname, technically -- ran through her head for a moment. One thing you may have noticed by now is Jeanne didn't talk much. Her policy was not to speak unless required, which turned out to be surprisingly rare.

She did notice his awkwardness, but shrugged it off. Jeanne wasn't oblivious, but she tended to turn a blind eye to most things. Being mostly indifferent to others' emotions was sort of a side effect of being overly logical and smarter than most. Having a "left brain-dominant" personality made most interactions and observations purely scientific or experimental rather than emotional.

Now it was Jeanne's turn to blush, for her out of embarrassment. "Oh. Um, thank you." She said quietly, sitting down rather quickly and, luckily for her, gracefully. She folded her hand atop her lap and sat there in awkward silence.

{[ Oh, the awkwardness! }}

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hey guys 
just thout i'd say hi

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Bartholomew Moss ; ;

Bartholomew paused when she did, his eyes trailing the room lightly; the awkward silence was manageable but he knew the teacher wanted them to get to know each other; he was expecting a full testimonial account of life…not…this. His brown eyes slithered over towards Jeanne again, his head cocking curiously. “You don’t talk much,” Barry put it bluntly.

He wasn’t being hypocritical either, being one of those people who knows himself and half the people around him more than others; he can identify that Barry Moss is an introvert, skittish, and frightened by simple acts of being social like going to big parties that didn’t involve just pizza, soda, talking, dorky board games, and Doctor Who. Actually, most parties don’t do that anyways so he’s pretty screwed.

“Which is fine, but if we’re going to establish awkward silences, it might as well be doing something productive or acting like middle school girls and writing on paper. Ninety percent of teens prefer to talk on paper or online than actual person, especially about themselves.” Bartholomew stated statistically, pulling out the packet of instructions and turning to the first page, skimming every ‘the’, ‘an’, ‘a’ or simple words that filled in a sentence are he read.

{ I can totally see Jeanne and Barry being those two who tell each other things through paper in class and online and don't talk, but know so much about each other in the end, they can just speak through facial expressions from across the room; like "what the fuck is this shit" and "dear god help me with my homework" xD Though they talk also... }

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Jeanne spent her half of the shared silence sitting, well, quietly and slowly digging some dirt from underneath her thumbnail. Jeanne enjoyed silence, as it gave her time to think.

"Well....no." Jeanne said, confirming Barry's observation. She looked over at Barry as she said this, her green eyes studying him. Her stare was not intense though, merely a laid-back one. Afterwards, she let her gaze fall and brought them back down to look at her thumb.

"That's an accurate observation." Jeanne said after nodding. She quietly picked up a piece of paper and one of her own pencils and began to write. She paused every now and then to review her own packet.

Jeanne's handwriting was delicate and small, which was surprising considering how fast she wrote. Her pencil flew across the page, word after word appearing as she wrote in cursive; cursive being her favorite form of writing.

In the end, the paper said something along the lines of 'I'm not the best in mathematical or scientific fields, but I manage to get As in both classes; so don't feel as if I'll drag you down.'

She quietly passed the paper over to Barry and continued to go over the packet.

{{ xD That sounds like something they would do. }}

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Bartholomew Moss ; ;

Bartholomew was watching quietly from the corner of his eye as he read the packet, putting it down to read what she said. There was a small smile as he reached over to grab a pencil, nearly sending it rolling off the desk, and began writing his own message. ‘Well, I’m not too good with English and explaining how I do things, or else I’ll end up pointing and just saying “put the chemicals together” lamely. But I won’t bring you down, in fact, I tend to bring myself down when I trip over air.’ He wrote quietly, sending the piece of paper over towards Jeanne; picking up his packet again and reading it quietly.


This, this was the start of a beautiful partnership.