Jonathan returned Marcus' smile without hesitation. "You're very new here and I don't mean to Parkwood." His smile shifted slowly into a smirk. "That I am," he replied, then turned to Brooklyn. "Hmm, well you've got an English accent," Brooklyn replied, which confused Jonathan slightly, as he hadn't at all realised that himself yet, and to be truthful he had no idea what a 'British accent' was supposed to be, but eventually he put two and two together and nodded along with it. "You're our foreign exchange. You're from England, just say you're from London. Don't get to specific. If they ask what it's like just say it's nice," she continued, soon followed by another nod on his part. He stayed quiet as Brooklyn and Marcus continued their conversation on the topic of visiting London.
They left the house soon after that, and after a while of walking they approached the building, of which he could only assume was where the teenagers all came together to gain knowledge, or at least that's what he'd been told would happen when it actually opened. He was still a bit confused by the ways of humans, but then again he was pretty much new to everything, so this was just him getting used to and learning about the things that most teenagers would have learnt about when they were small children.
"Hi, this is Jonathan..." said Brooklyn as they approached a fairly bored-looking woman that sat behind her desk, "... Campbell? He's a foreign exchange student and he needs to be signed in." He shot Brooklyn a confused look, but soon it turned back to the lady, who was looking up at him with dazzlingly green eyes. They exchanged smiles, before she leaned to the side and pulled an A4 piece of paper out of her drawer. She passed it to him, then things got a little bit awkward when he reached to take it and her hand brushed against his and lingered a little. "Your timetable, Jonathan," she said. He smiled and nodded. "Thank you."
Jonathan turned to Brooklyn, then looked down at his timetable. Monday, first period... He had English. "What is your first subject?" he asked, mainly to Brooklyn but he was also curious as to if he had the same lesson as Marcus.
Slade smiled as Tanya picked up the phone and answered his call, but it very slowly started to fade when he was greeted with silence. He figured she must have been upset with him after his little temper tantrum, and he honestly couldn't blame her. He'd been an idiot. "Hi," she finally said, and from her tone alone he could tell that she sounded almost nervous. He frowned. He would've expected her to be angry and wanting to rip his head off for being such an idiot and making a big deal about something so simple as her hanging around with an old guy friend, but she wasn't; or so he assumed.
"Hey, Tanya," he replied, his voice strangely quiet. "Listen, I just wanted to call about yesterday," he took a pause. "I shouldn't have gotten angry with you about you seeing your friend, I only realise that now... I know you probably don't want to forgive me or even speak to me right now, but I just needed to let you know that I am so sorry." He looked down and realised that he had been fiddling with a small piece of paper he'd pulled from the deepest corner of his jeans pocket. "I really want to make it up to you," he continued, "please let me make it up to you."
“Hey, how are you?” Dahvie heard Symone say from behind him. He turned around to look at her, his mood much calmer than it had been previously. For one, he didn't feel like he was about to puke, which was an improvement. “I’m not gonna pretend this isn’t a lot to handle, I mean, after everything...” she continued, and he lifted a hand up and held a finger up as if to stop her from going any further. He dropped his hand to his side and walked over to her, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulling her close so that her stomach was pressed against his.
He looked down at her with a soft gaze. "Symone, after everything we've been through, this baby is going to be like a walk in the park." He leaned down and kissed her lips gently. "I was freaking out before, and I thought that we couldn't handle it, but Erieda made he feel a whole lot better about the whole thing, and now I'm thinking we can manage raising a baby. Plus, we'll be married, so I guess we're like stuck with each other," he joked, kissing the end of her nose with a smile.
Alex eventually sat up with an almost silent sigh. He scooted closer to Erieda and wrapped his arms around her from behind, with his forehead resting on the side of her neck. "Okay, I'm sorry," he whispered. "I guess I could try to be happy for her and a bit more supportive, but you're going to have to give me some time because this is quite hard for me to process," he continued, moving his head back so that he could kiss her cheek. "It's our baby, and she's all grown up. I'm now starting to understand what you mean about the feeling of not being needed. She's not gonna need her daddy anymore..."