|Under A Paper Moon
Author: chasingdragondreams PM
Jonah Wizard is amazing at hip-hop, and dabbles in different arts. Sinead Starling is the best inventor the Ekat have seen in a hundred years. Two bright young stars, just waiting for their moment to shine. But neither of them are any good at school, love, or life in general as a regular person. Loosely based off a song by All Time Low. (After-the-hunt, AU)Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Sinead S. & Jonah W. - Chapters: 5 - Words: 4,990 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 10-15-12 - Published: 10-06-12 - id: 8586767
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Disclaimer: I don't own the 39 Clues, Cahills vs. Vespers, or All Time Low's 'Underneath a Paper Moon!'
A/N: Michael and whatever the other guy's name was in the previous chapter are just OCs, maybe I'll mention them in a few classes, but they're not really major characters.
Shoutout to clara, The Gone Angel and Chocolates. Are. The. Best. for reviewing so far! C/C, flames will be used to make s'mores! (not that I've ever gotten one)
"Said I'd always be your friend,
Took an oath, I'ma stick it out till the end."
Umbrella - cover by All Time Low
Lunch wasn't always quiet conversations and page-turning, he learned the next day. School schedules were divided into two sections: A and B. Students attended A-day classes one day, then alternated with B-day courses the next. Since they both had a class with sophomores in it third period (advanced drama), their lunch period was all messed up; B-lunch instead of every other freshman's lunch: C.
Usually, as he learned from their library whisperings, there were five to six other students that joined her on B-days: Amy Cahill, Ian Kabra, Hamilton Holt and sometimes a boy named Evan Tolliver.
In the morning, after he'd arrived at school, he found something amiss. She'd left him a note at their usual table (in the back, far away from prying eyes, annoying stares and windows), folded into a medium-sized paper dinosaur. A message written on its head informed him that she was going to run an hour late in their morning period of study hall, and that he wasn't to mess with the notebook she left.
Fine by him, he had an hour to blow.
Taking a page from a book hopelessly beyond repair (it was like mercy killing), Jonah tried to remember back to elementary school, back when he was really into paper mediums, instead of songs. He still did some oil painting on the side, and penned sonnets when he had the time, but it was mostly singing that encompassed his time.
He placed the folded paper inside his binder, then tried to remember what it was called. Wasabi? Bok Choy? Seppuku?
Wracking his brain for the answer, it struck him in a flash of inspiration.
Creasing his forehead in concentration, he tried to remember the steps to make a paper t-rex. It was too hard, and he gave up, looking up the answer in a how-to-origami book.
Scrawling a return message on one of the hind legs, he tucked it inside her notebook carefully before checking his Rolex watch. Nice dinosaur, but my Rex has more swag.
Five minutes to eight; good, she'd have a surprise when she came back.
The look on her face when he sat down next to her at lunch surprised him. It was almost like she hadn't thought he would actually sit with her, like everything in the library was just an exchange of pleasantries.
But Jonah Wizard followed up on his promises, unlike certain backstabbing Cahills.
"Who's this?" asked Amy curiously from behind a book, looking torn between hiding behind the pages of her favourite book, or being diplomatic and introducing herself. Madrigal side winning over, she stuck out one hand shyly, the other nervously fingering a piece of hair. "Hey, you must be Sinead's friend. N-nice to meet you."
Ian glanced up halfway during her sentence, wondering what had gotten his 'love' all flustered. Acknowledging his cousin's presence with a curt nod, his attention was quickly diverted elsewhere.
At the word 'friend,' Hamilton looked up. "Hey, Wizard," he said rather loudly, then turned to Sinead. "What's he doing here?"
Everyone immediately shushed him, explaining that Jonah obviously had a cover to keep. "Don't tell the rabid fan-girls, man," he hissed, sitting down on the cold bleachers. "Seriously, they're like vicious little bloodsuckers; once they get attached, they never let go."
Holt's apology was interrupted by Ian, who rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Git," he snorted. "Haven't those Lucian lessons the Madrigals make you take been teaching you anything?"
"May I introduce you guys to Jonah Lysander King?" said Sinead with a mockingly deep bow. "Stole that right from A Midsummer's Night Dream, he did."
He was surprised she had caught on so quickly. Of course, it would be more accurate to say 'Oberon,' but what parent in their right mind would name a kid that?
Noticing the paper origami was tucked into her shirt pocket, he grinned. That probably meant she didn't entirely detest it. Besides, the snout of the dinosaur was just sticking out, looking more arranged than shoved in carelessly.
They chatted animatedly, Amy sucking on a cherry-flavoured lolly (smell carried) and sitting very close to Ian. "Been having fun lately?" she asked, shivering in the autumn breeze. "I heard you're a real hit in Drama."
Jonah grinned at the memory of his second favourite class. "What can I say?" he boasted arrogantly. "They can't stay away from the Wi-."
A student walked by, and Sinead coughed loudly. "You mean the Wii, right?" she asked. "Love that zoo game, don't you, Jonah?"
"Yes," he said loudly. "Those, erm, sharks, are very cute."
"Oh yes, the fluffy kind of cute," Sinead said before remembering they were talking about sharks. "Er, a blood-thirsty, man-eating, tear-you-to-shreds kind of cute?"
The person eyeballed them strangely before speeding up into the building. "Crazy freshmen," muttered the junior.
There was silence until Jonah's lips started twitching uncontrollably. "The blood-thirsty, man-eating, tear-you-to-shreds-kind-of-cute? Huh, wonder what kind of pets you keep."
"Shut up!" grumbled Sinead, crossing her arms huffily. "It was all I could think of!"
Amy giggled until there were tears in her eyes, and Hamilton was just rolling on the floor laughing.
"Stupid idiots," she muttered, biting into her sandwich sadistically. "Being racist towards sharks now, are we?"
Even Ian Kabra cracked a smile at that.