Geeknerds (mostly raw)
"Your diaphram whispers into my soul." Their braces clink together in sloppy kisses. Just out of anatomy the geeknerds have the keen ability to apply newly found knowledge to daily situations. Now it's lunch time and they've officialy staked out the choir room to express their multitudes of geek love on each other. Neither the computer wizened nerd nor the math genius girl are particularly unatractive, they centanly haven't the objectively obscure features that would give either a second glance, they've just played down and up to their roles relatively with thick glasses, public timidness, eccept in regards of intelect, and an awkwardness that most wouldn't admit, but know to be fun and natural.
The door opens to expose the figure of Mrs. Sherman, the chorus teacher, a women in her seventies with fire bright eyes who has enough patience to pretend she's suprised at the forbidin display so as to give these creatures of the earth the games they wish to play. The two share a smile between them, wipe their chins, and scramble out the door leaving the room where their secret actions will be forever reside in the stores of their finest memories, or at least until tomarrow when they skip lunch again.
The door opens to expose the figure of Mrs. Sherman, the chorus teacher, a women in her seventies with fire bright eyes who has enough patience to pretend she's suprised at the forbidin display so as to give these creatures of the earth the games they wish to play. The two share a smile between them, wipe their chins, and scramble out the door leaving the room where their secret actions will be forever reside in the stores of their finest memories, or at least until tomarrow when they skip lunch again.