New Kid [Forlin]

[Marco]

Marco stood in the hall at school. More specifically, he stood at his locker. Twisting out the combination from the lock, he popped the door open, a cascade of books threatening to spill out. A girl from a grade higher than him scoffed at this disarray, but the Animorph merely gave her his cutest grin, and winked.

"Not on your life." Came her reply. Marco gave a nod as he turned back to his locker, "Oh yeah...she wants me." He began digging through the piles of books and papers, seeking out his necessary materials for his next class. World history...yuck.

He thought about skipping, maybe going out for a nice mid afternoon flight...but that would mean alot of explaining to both Vice-Principal Chapman, and Marco's father...not to mention Jake. Giving a defeated sigh, the boy slammed his locker, clicked the lock shut, and whirled around to make his way to history, immediately colliding with someone, sending the short teen tumbling to the ground, "Oof!"

He looked to see who he had collided with and saw a boy he did not recognize. Standing and dusting himself off, he offered to help the other boy up, had the kid fallen, "Sorry about that." He spoke with a cheesey smile.

[Forlin]

((OOC: I'd like to change Forlin's grade to Sophomore. Would just make things interesting and funny. And easier on me. x3))

Forlin-Langor-Chulain, otherwise known as Andrew in his human form, was heading down the halls, candy that he had purchased from the snack machines stuffed into his backpack. He munched on a Baby Ruth and listened to music playing not-too-loud from his headphones, reveling in the mixture of crunchiness and chewiness of the bar, but keeping care to prevent himself from becoming the laughingstock of the school by wiping any stray chocolate that ended up on his face. Sometimes, girls would give the new kid a glance of interest, but Forlin found himself not interested in dating a girl. Sure, there were things he'd love to explore, but those were more adult thoughts of fascination about the varying...pleasures of the human anatomy.

He gave his schedule a glance. He had made sure, right before his snack machine raid, that he had demorphed and morphed back to human, thus resetting the two-hour clock...but making him hungry as well. World History, a fascinating class where he learned about the varying cultures of Earth existing in the past. He knew from middle school that he had a love for the most ancient of cultures, such as Egypt and Sumer. He wondered how his teacher would feel about his fascination towards such things, or whether the man or woman would care. In the high school he had attended before moving here, his social studies teacher had been a coach, who had cared about his subject just as much as Forlin cared about doing Kyle's dirty laundry. Overstatement, maybe, but it all boiled down to that this was just extra cash for the teacher.

His human morph was big for his age, strong. Forlin had made sure to pick out these traits in acquiring him. He looked very much like he belonged on the football team, but of course things like that didn't interest him. It just so happened that someone would run into him, and send his snack flying from his hands, and the boy tumbling to the ground. Forlin not long after lost his footing, and fell onto his butt, which hurt slightly now from the impact. He scrambled for his candy bar and found it, luckily, before someone stepped on it, and pulled his earbuds from his ear, taking with his free hand the hand that had been offered to him.

“Likewise,” he said, then took another bite of the Baby Ruth. He glimpsed Marco's schedule, which had fallen to the ground, and picked it up for him. “You've got World History too? Cool.” He didn't know whether or not he could trust this guy to be friendly to him, seeing as he was the new kid, but he hoped he could. Otherwise, class would be awkward just like his other classes had been. He finished off his Baby Ruth, and stuffed the wrapper into his bag—it had some sort of contest thing on it—then looked at the friendly boy. “My name is Andrew,” he said. He pulled a large bag of Skittles from his pack. “Want some? Do you know if the teacher in World His minds people eating in class?”

[Marco]

The Animorph watched as the other boy rushed to sweep the candy off the floor. The Baby Ruth vaguely reminded Marco of that prank he had once played at a pool party, but that had been eons ago, by the feel of things, even if it had only been a few years. He sighed softly, and lofted a brow when the boy resumed eating the candy, "I take it you go by the five second rule then?" He teased with a smile, not intending to be cruel, just trying to make a friendly joke as he usually did. He had no reason to be mean, afterall, this collision had been mostly his fault.

When his schedule was returned to him, the boy accepted it, it wouldn't do to forget where he was supposed to go, afterall, though he had a pretty good memory. He gave a nod at the question, "Yeah, looks like I do." He stooped to pick up the rest of his things. As he did, the other boy pulled a bag of skittles from his backpack. When he was offer some of the treat, he shook his head, "Nah. You have a bit of a sweet tooth, huh?" He observed with a grin. This trait reminded him of Ax, "I'm Marco." He introduced himself in return.

"Actually, yeah. But if you had a smaller bag, you could get away with it. He doesn't pay much attention, to busy writing on the board." Marco explained, thinking that this kid was pretty nice, it was just too bad there might be an evil alien slug inside his head.

[Forlin]

Forlin stared at the boy, confused. He wasn't always one to take things literally, but at times, he did. “Five second rule? What kind of rule is that?” He thought back to the student handbook, but couldn't recall such a rule being in there. He gave a shrug, and asked, “Is that an, um, traffic law or something? Are you trying to apply that to traffic in the hallway? I'm inferring by your smile that you're joking with me, correct?” It left the Andalite-turned-human puzzled as he looked into the eyes of the one who called himself Marco and confirmed that he too had World History, and with the same teacher.

“Cool beans,” he said. “Yeah, I love food. My brother says I eat like a pig. But not just candy.” He laughed. “Oh, man, now I suddenly want Arby's curly fries. My favourite food in the world. And spring rolls, love spring rolls. I also like Rice Fun's sesame seed tofu and Cici's brownies.”

It would be obvious that “Andrew” was different from most kids, in that he spoke in an odd way. There was emotion in his voice, though at times he stumbled over his words, and spoke nervously, knowing the kid was probably judging him by what he said. But when he got to the subject of food, he couldn't help but just talk, and talk, and talk. Marco probably thought he was a weirdo. He'd be right, but in more ways than he knew. This amused the alien, but made him a little more nervous as he worried that he might accidentally clue the humans in.

Little did he know that if a stalk-eye accidentally popped from his head, he'd have more than the humans to worry about.

He opened the bag, and withdrew a few Skittles, popping them into his mouth, and chewing, and swallowing. “Mmmm,” he said. “The purple ones, and the yellow onces, are my favourites. Grape and lemon. I also like the red ones...are they strawberry or cherry?” He tied the bag back up and put it into his backpack. He shook his head at Marco's suggestion. “I don't want to get in trouble,” he said. “I want to learn. I actually like world history. What are we currently studying?” he asked. “I'm new here, as you probably know. My brother and I just moved here from Texas.”

[Marco]

Marco lofted a brow at the boys seeming stupidity. This kid was starting to sound like Ax, taking things literally like that, "Its a rule kids use to say they can eat something off the floor if it hasn't been there more than five seconds. It supposed to take germs and stuff like five seconds to get on stuff that hits the floor." He felt a little stupid explaining it to a kid in his own grade, but what was he supposed to do? This guy seemed genuinely clueless.

Then, he began talkin about food. And talking....and talking...and talking. Now he really was starting to sound like Ax, well, without the repeated syllables. Briefly the Animorph wondered...but no, it was impossible, right? The only other Andalite on earth was Visser Three's host, and surely the Visser had enough control to keep from rambling on about food. Marco shook his head to clear it of the thought, "Uh...right...can't beat Arby's fries.

When the topic of world history came up, he offered a shrug. In truth, he was barely passing the class. He had enough current history to learn about without worrying about a bunch of stuff he wasn't even alive for. "I think we're doing Greece or Rome or something. You know, that ancient stuff." He offered as an answer, watching as the boy tucked away his skittles. Man, this kid seriously loved food. It was a wonder the boy wasn't a blimp!