At Least We're in This Together (3a/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 01:08:20 UTC
Matthew Williams Bonnefoy was in love.
Maybe. Well, he was very, very sure but he usually tended to second-guess himself, just to be safe. The signs were all there: he thought about this person all the time, he was happiest when he was near them, and he liked them the most of everyone. Well, maybe not Papa, but that was different.
Monday, Matthew got to class as early as always, hoping to catch a glimpse of his crush before school. No one else was here yet, so he carefully took off his shoes and put them in the cubby like he was supposed to, and then his jacket as well.
He was supposed to leave all his toys in the cubby, too, but he hesitated before parting with his white stuffed bear. At the last minute, he snatched it back, missing it's comforting presence. (Because Matthew buried his face in the bear's fur so often, the fur on top of its head was beginning to thin, giving the poor thing a slightly balding look.)
“Hey!” A cheerful voice boomed in his ear. Matthew turned to see Mr. Jones grinning at him, unlacing his own tennis shoes. “You’re here early …” Matthew didn’t miss the way his teacher’s eyes flicked to his cubby’s nameplate before he spoke. “…Matthew.”
Matthew felt a little sad. “You don’t remember my name, Mr. Jones?”
The tall blonde laughed uncertainly. “I … gosh, I’m sorry. I’m really horrible with names. But you know what?” He looked determinedly at Matthew’s nameplate as if rereading it several times. “Matthew. Matthew. Matthew.” He made a serious face. “Matthew. MATTHEW! Matthew.” Matthew giggled when Mr. Jones tapped his nose and looked into his blue eyes. “Matthew William Bonnefoy. There, said it seven times, now I won’t forget.
“It’s Matthew Williams Bonnefoy, Mr. Jones.” Matthew pointed out shyly.
“Oh, darn!” Mr. Jones slapped his forehead comically. “Now I’ve gotta say it seven more times! I’ll do that later.” He picked up the heavy box he had been carrying earlier and began lugging it in. Matthew trailed after, excited. “And between you and me,” Mr. Jones turned around with a wink. “Call me Alfred, ‘kay? Makes me feel a bit younger.”
“’Kay.” Matthew answered, blushing into his bear’s fur. He liked Mr. Alfred Jones quite a bit. He let Matthew bring his bear to class every day and pretended not to see it. He was funny, loud, could play the guitar and always made up songs for the class, which he sang really badly, but no one told him so because they liked him so much. And he was so smart! Anything the class wanted to learn about, from space to dinosaurs, Mr. Alfred Jones could talk about it for hours and keep the entire class hanging on his every word. In his first grader's minds, he was the coolest teacher they could ever imagine (but to Elizaveta, the vice-principal of the school, he was a nightmare because the man could not stick to a lesson plan to save his life.)
At Least We're in This Together (3b/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 01:37:14 UTC
“So Matthew…” Alfred put down the box and turned around, grinning.
Matthew nodded in reply, because, yes, Alfred had gotten his name right.
“You’re here early a lot, aren’t you?”
Matthew flushed. “My … my papa has to get to work e-early, so he drops me off.”
Alfred nodded knowingly. “Yeah. I sometimes see you just sittin’ outside the school. This is the first time you’ve come in, yeah?”
Matthew nodded shyly, hugging his bear tighter.
“Well, how ‘bout this? Whenever you come to class early, you can help me set up, okay? I really do need an extra set of hands around the classroom.” Alfred winked. “You can be my extra-special helper.”
“Yes, please!” Matthew replied eagerly.
“Awesome!” Alfred stood, ruffling Matthew’s hair as he walked past him. “Now, today, I got us some volcanic …”
Matthew happily helped Alfred set up his geological exhibit, making sure to be very careful with carrying the glass cases. He was so absorbed in his work that he didn’t even mind leaving his white bear in his seat.
Being so close to Mr. Alfred, listening to his jokes and having him talk to Matthew alone, made the first grader’s heart beat like crazy in his thin chest.
Yes, Matthew Bonnefoy was in love with his teacher, Mr. Alfred Jones.
“…gotta have this place lookin’ awesome for parent’s day, right kiddo?”
Suddenly Matthew felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. “Ah … M-Mr. Jones …” What would his teacher say when Matthew told him he couldn't participate in Parent's Day? The light blue flyer that had been handed out was still in the pocket of Matthew's fall jacket, folded into a teeny tiny little square. He hadn't even asked Papa, yet, not wanting to hear his probable "No, I cannot make it, love, I am sorry.", and then seeing his sad, guilty face. It always made Matthew feel awful inside, like he was asking too much from his father when he already worked so hard. But he also didn't want to disappoint Mr. Jones. Matthew swallowed. "Mr. Jones, I have something to tell you ..."
“Nah ah,” His teacher replied, waving his finger. “Alfred, buddy, and yeah?”
“It’s about the parent’s day … “ Matthew trailed off miserably. “I … well, I c-can't …”
Suddenly, the schoolbell rang.
“Alfred! Mr. Jones!” A shrieking voice called, and the thumping of several pairs of feet came storming into the cubby.
“Hey there,” Alfred dimpled, looking to an excited, tan-skinned girl. “Didja do anything cool this weekend, Angelique?”
Soon, Mr. Jones was surrounded by first-graders, exclaiming over the cool rocks he had brought.
“I had Matthew help me set them up,” Alfred threw the boy a wink from all the way across the room, and Matthew smiled back weakly. Then, the first grader climbed to his seat, hugging the white bear to his chest miserably.
“Hey, Matthew,” A quiet voice said. Turning, Matthew found a girl with a soft smile climbing into the seat next to him.
“Hi, Katerina,” He sighed, resting his chin in the bear’s head.
“You look sad, Matthew.”
“Kinda. I’m just love … lovesick.” He whispered, remembering the word from a book he had struggled through at the library.
“Wow, Matthew,” Katerina’s eyes widened. “You know really big words.”
Yes...Matthew is a five-year-old in first grade, he's a smart one :D Pretty much a prodigy when it comes to emotional maturity~
Matthew Williams Bonnefoy was in love.
Maybe. Well, he was very, very sure but he usually tended to second-guess himself, just to be safe. The signs were all there: he thought about this person all the time, he was happiest when he was near them, and he liked them the most of everyone. Well, maybe not Papa, but that was different.
Monday, Matthew got to class as early as always, hoping to catch a glimpse of his crush before school. No one else was here yet, so he carefully took off his shoes and put them in the cubby like he was supposed to, and then his jacket as well.
He was supposed to leave all his toys in the cubby, too, but he hesitated before parting with his white stuffed bear. At the last minute, he snatched it back, missing it's comforting presence. (Because Matthew buried his face in the bear's fur so often, the fur on top of its head was beginning to thin, giving the poor thing a slightly balding look.)
“Hey!” A cheerful voice boomed in his ear. Matthew turned to see Mr. Jones grinning at him, unlacing his own tennis shoes. “You’re here early …” Matthew didn’t miss the way his teacher’s eyes flicked to his cubby’s nameplate before he spoke. “…Matthew.”
Matthew felt a little sad. “You don’t remember my name, Mr. Jones?”
The tall blonde laughed uncertainly. “I … gosh, I’m sorry. I’m really horrible with names. But you know what?” He looked determinedly at Matthew’s nameplate as if rereading it several times. “Matthew. Matthew. Matthew.” He made a serious face. “Matthew. MATTHEW! Matthew.” Matthew giggled when Mr. Jones tapped his nose and looked into his blue eyes. “Matthew William Bonnefoy. There, said it seven times, now I won’t forget.
“It’s Matthew Williams Bonnefoy, Mr. Jones.” Matthew pointed out shyly.
“Oh, darn!” Mr. Jones slapped his forehead comically. “Now I’ve gotta say it seven more times! I’ll do that later.” He picked up the heavy box he had been carrying earlier and began lugging it in. Matthew trailed after, excited. “And between you and me,” Mr. Jones turned around with a wink. “Call me Alfred, ‘kay? Makes me feel a bit younger.”
“’Kay.” Matthew answered, blushing into his bear’s fur. He liked Mr. Alfred Jones quite a bit. He let Matthew bring his bear to class every day and pretended not to see it. He was funny, loud, could play the guitar and always made up songs for the class, which he sang really badly, but no one told him so because they liked him so much. And he was so smart! Anything the class wanted to learn about, from space to dinosaurs, Mr. Alfred Jones could talk about it for hours and keep the entire class hanging on his every word. In his first grader's minds, he was the coolest teacher they could ever imagine (but to Elizaveta, the vice-principal of the school, he was a nightmare because the man could not stick to a lesson plan to save his life.)
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“So Matthew…” Alfred put down the box and turned around, grinning.
Matthew nodded in reply, because, yes, Alfred had gotten his name right.
“You’re here early a lot, aren’t you?”
Matthew flushed. “My … my papa has to get to work e-early, so he drops me off.”
Alfred nodded knowingly. “Yeah. I sometimes see you just sittin’ outside the school. This is the first time you’ve come in, yeah?”
Matthew nodded shyly, hugging his bear tighter.
“Well, how ‘bout this? Whenever you come to class early, you can help me set up, okay? I really do need an extra set of hands around the classroom.” Alfred winked. “You can be my extra-special helper.”
“Yes, please!” Matthew replied eagerly.
“Awesome!” Alfred stood, ruffling Matthew’s hair as he walked past him. “Now, today, I got us some volcanic …”
Matthew happily helped Alfred set up his geological exhibit, making sure to be very careful with carrying the glass cases. He was so absorbed in his work that he didn’t even mind leaving his white bear in his seat.
Being so close to Mr. Alfred, listening to his jokes and having him talk to Matthew alone, made the first grader’s heart beat like crazy in his thin chest.
Yes, Matthew Bonnefoy was in love with his teacher, Mr. Alfred Jones.
“…gotta have this place lookin’ awesome for parent’s day, right kiddo?”
Suddenly Matthew felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. “Ah … M-Mr. Jones …” What would his teacher say when Matthew told him he couldn't participate in Parent's Day? The light blue flyer that had been handed out was still in the pocket of Matthew's fall jacket, folded into a teeny tiny little square. He hadn't even asked Papa, yet, not wanting to hear his probable "No, I cannot make it, love, I am sorry.", and then seeing his sad, guilty face. It always made Matthew feel awful inside, like he was asking too much from his father when he already worked so hard. But he also didn't want to disappoint Mr. Jones. Matthew swallowed. "Mr. Jones, I have something to tell you ..."
“Nah ah,” His teacher replied, waving his finger. “Alfred, buddy, and yeah?”
“It’s about the parent’s day … “ Matthew trailed off miserably. “I … well, I c-can't …”
Suddenly, the schoolbell rang.
“Alfred! Mr. Jones!” A shrieking voice called, and the thumping of several pairs of feet came storming into the cubby.
“Hey there,” Alfred dimpled, looking to an excited, tan-skinned girl. “Didja do anything cool this weekend, Angelique?”
Soon, Mr. Jones was surrounded by first-graders, exclaiming over the cool rocks he had brought.
“I had Matthew help me set them up,” Alfred threw the boy a wink from all the way across the room, and Matthew smiled back weakly. Then, the first grader climbed to his seat, hugging the white bear to his chest miserably.
“Hey, Matthew,” A quiet voice said. Turning, Matthew found a girl with a soft smile climbing into the seat next to him.
“Hi, Katerina,” He sighed, resting his chin in the bear’s head.
“You look sad, Matthew.”
“Kinda. I’m just love … lovesick.” He whispered, remembering the word from a book he had struggled through at the library.
“Wow, Matthew,” Katerina’s eyes widened. “You know really big words.”
Yes...Matthew is a five-year-old in first grade, he's a smart one :D Pretty much a prodigy when it comes to emotional maturity~
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