oh, you've gotta be kidding me.

[heartsout]

Closed for Holden J. Caulfield.
Apple murderer. ♥

Many months ago, a few actually, someone very close to Jackson had unexpectedly passed away; a shiny green apple he had named Fiona. Fiona Apple, get it? The passing of dear Fiona had been all Holden's fault, he ate her. What kind of horrible person eats someone very close to their best mate, even if it was only an apple? He was annoyed at him, and wouldn't let the Hufflepuff attend dear Fiona's funeral in the bathroom, it hurt him too much. Instead, he, Avery, Jessica, and Kelly said a few words in her honour then flushed her down the down the toilet, when which Jackson broke out in tears.

Sometimes he could just get overly emotional.

Well, it was October, only a day or two away from Halloween, and the boy wanted to commemorate Fiona, since it was the day of the dead and all. And, he wanted Holden to help him; he had forgiven him, finally. Chewing on his bottom lip, Jackson made his way through the winding corridors toward the bathroom in which they had said their last goodbyes to the apple, wondering if Holden would even show up. They hadn't really talked much at all for the most part of last term, which made him feel like crap. He'd talked to him a little in Charms the other day, but nothing more. Maybe he'd found better people.

Even so, he'd sent Holden a note telling him about his idea, and he'd agreed; they'd planned to meet in the bathroom around seven o'clock or so. The Slytherin kept wondering if he would even show up, since he'd seemed to want nothing to do with him or Avery. That would make him feel like a complete idiot. But he kept pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he was just being paranoid. Of course Holden would show up. He was Jackson's best mate. Right?

Finally reaching the bathroom, Jackson slipped inside, tugging on the strings from his hat. It dark purple with fur on the inside, and it had little ear flaps and strings that fell to his shoulders, and his shaggy hair poked out in odd directions, and most fell into his bright blue eyes. He wore a black Greeley Estates t-shirt and a pair of gray skinny jeans, which were quite tight to his skinny chicken legs. And of course, he wore his green and black checkered Vans. [: Looking around, he continued to chew on his lip, his eyes avoiding the stall in which they had flushed Fiona down.

Where was Holden?

[Holden J. Caulfield]

The Fiona Apple Murderer
is at large. >=]

How stupid was this? Holden was off to see his best guy mate besides Levi freakin' Marshall. =] It really did suprise the Hufflepuff when his Slytherin friend, Jackson, sent him a note saying to meet him in the bathroom. Why the bathroom of all places to meet at? Why Fiona Apple why?

So why did Jackson and you just come out of the bathroom at the same time?
Well, to get to the point, Jackson was having a memorial service for his damn apple, Fiona, who died a while ago.
.....sure.
Come again?
Nothing. [cough]

Holden could see the school's gossip column now. TWO BOY HUFFIES TOGETHER! <3 He shook his head at the thought. No, the two boys weren't homosexual. Gosh. Jackson & Avery <33. Not Jackson & Holden </3. Get it straight. Most people would think Holden & Amanda <3 but no, not even them there going out. Not for a long while. Too soon to tell these things. =]

He sighed as he walked into the bathroom. The first thing he noticed was the stupid looking hunting hat that Jackson was wearing. Yep, guys that walked in thought they were homosexual. Why the freakin' bathroom? It didn't help because Holden could barely talk. Loosing his voice earlier this morning really didn't help him at all. It was all Amanda's fault. Practice out in the rain. She was trying to get him ammonia! BLASPHEMY! YOU HEAR READ!

"Hey," he said to Jackson as he stood next to him. Why was he near a stall? What was going on? "Why are we here? I thought we were expose to be having a memorial service for dear Fiona." The Hufflepuff covered his mouth as he coughed.

"Welcome back," he smiled.

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[heartsout]

Where the bloody hell was he?
Jackson had never been a very patient boy. Not at all. Waiting was not a word in his vocabulary. And especially not for people. Absentmindedly, he twisted the strings from his hat in his slender fingers, bright blue eyes looking upwards towards the ceiling, obviously spaced out. Daydreaming. One way he got through the majority of his classes the past seven terms, or doodling stick figures in his notebooks. Heehe.

Suddenly, a very tall Hufflepuff appeared in the bathroom. The boy jumped slightly at his appearence, a little shocked he hadn't heard him come in. Still playing with the strings he jerked his head to move the hair from his eyes. "Hi, and," he glanced back at the stall where they had flushed Fiona, cringing a little, "We are. We flushed her in that stall," he nodded his head towards it. "You didn't come, because I was mad at you."

The seventh year moved towards the stall, pushing it open. From behind part of his hair he surveyed the sickly looing Holden; something seemed to be wrong. Other than the fact he was sick. Ew. Like, he didn't want to be here. Maybe he had better places to be. It'd certainly prove Jackson's theory that he'd moved on, and didn't want anything to do with him anymore. Biting his lip, he decided Fiona could wait, what was wrong with Holden? "Are you okay?"