Eliab
"Er alt i orden, Eliab?"
"I'm fine, Mom!" Young Othniel did not want to admit his actual emotions, most of the time. He primarily hides them. That in of itself can make him rough around the edges, which is part of the reason he does not feel he quite fits in at a social gathering.
"××Ē× ××××?"
"Positive, Dad!" The truth is, Eliab felt nervous about his first day. School in Britian has stark differences from school in America. As if that were not enough, he was going to stay at a boarding school, meaning little time to spend with Davy, his floppy-eared Boston terrier. On top of it all, he hoped his assigned master or mistress will not abuse their power. A thousand questions entered his mind. Once he finished his breakfast and put on his black suit, tie, shoes, and blue shirt, the boy rushed to the garage door.
His mother, however, grabbed him by the shoulder. "Oh, no you don't, mister! If you bike on over, you'll break a sweat! You know that is in no way presentable, not to mention you'd have to comb your hair again! I'll drive you there, and don't worry about your bike! We'll take it with us!"
Charles
"Are you sure you don't want another muffin, sir?"
"Already ate two big ones, Kenneth. I'll be fine!" Charles sees the family chauffeur as a bit of a big brother. He is an only child, so you can see why. The two would often tease each other on a range of topics.
"Well, Master Aaron, you best hope they do not confuse you for a mistress in a master's clothing." They had to laugh at that joke. He had long enough hair, reaching his shoulders. It was not that big of a deal. It should be obvious he is a boy.
Eliab and Charles
The campus seemed almost empty by the time Eliab found a spot to chain lock his bike. That must have meant almost everyone else already entered the auditorium. Just as he turned around to head there, he bumped into a boy wearing a brown suit, violet tie, and black dress shoes. What a way to start the year!
"Sorry, sir! I was focused on my bike, for a moment!"
The other person just chuckled. "Relax, yank! I was half dazing for a bit!" He then noticed Eliab's bike. "That's one wicked set of wheels you got there!"
"Thanks!"
"Twenty-four gear?"
"Mm-hmm!"
"Sweet!"
Young Othniel slapped his forehead, before holding out his hand for a shake. "Oh! Where are my manners? My name's Eliab Othniel! Pleasure to meet you!"
The red-haired boy shook hands with him. "Charles Aaron! Feeling's mutual! Guess we should head to the auditorium now, eh?"
Once they got there, they saw a brown-haired girl being helped by a blonde one. What happened is beyond these two boys. Whatever the case, though, it must have been bad.
"You thinkin' what I'm thinkin', mate?" Charles gave a wink.
"Cheer her up?" Eliab could not help but adore the girl. Gosh, she is beautiful!
"Yep! And who would be better than a tough guy like you, watching her back?"
"I suppose..."
"Come on! Loosen up, mate! We got three years of this, might as well get comfortable!"
Eliab did not have much experience with girls, having spent most of his time reading and exercising. With a deep breath, he pushed up his prescription glasses and brought out a pear from his backpack. He then hid it behind his back, holding it in his right hand. He let Charles hold the pack before walking towards this damsel. By the time he came close enough, his left hand was on the back of his neck.
"Excuse me, miss!" Eliab could not help but turn his eyes to the side, blushing. "I did not see what happened, but..."
He could not think of anything else to say. All Eliab could do was laugh nervously, take a deep breath, and present the pear, his face downcast. Eliab, you moron! You know better than to make such feelings obvious! He could not gather the courage to raise his head after that.