#i did intentionally change her going to barbara when she gets her first period to both of them
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#the question here is wether she understands why adam doesnt offer to help her bathe the way barbara does#as a kid she only ever interacted with her mother and male demons#but also she was told about her father and the living world#how much did emily explicitly tell her about gender? how much came through implicitly? how much did lydia internalise?#how big is the distinction in her mind between male demons and human men#live or ghost?#the first time adam hugs her she notes that shes never let a man do that which im realising now was odd wording on my part#because the only person who ever did hug her was her mum and the only man who might have tried is beetlejuice#and gender was definately not the most significant distinction there#how did lydia even learn to gender people based on appearance?#i did intentionally change her going to barbara when she gets her first period to both of them#because while she knows its generally a gendered thing shes got no reason to assume adam couldnt still help#i just havent figured out how far that goes#much to think about#netherborne au
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AU Where All the Batkids are in School but are Still Superheroes
I see a lot of No Powers Highschool AUs out there, but superheroing is half the fun to me. And yeah, technically, Iâm pretty sure most of the Batfam have been to school, but I mean, at the same time? Youâd have to squish their ages down, but I think itâd be wild! And also, itâs all the Batkids (and some Superkids because why not, they go to the same school in this AU, okay?), including Helena, Terry, Matt, etc. And yes, they all keep their backstories (as in, Terry and Matt are still McGinnisâs too, and all that.) Also, I suck at knowing the education level system and ages, so, just a warning there.
Not in School (duh): Bruce, Alfred, Selina, Jim, Lucius, Clark, Lois, other adults
In (Fourth Year) College: Kate (23-24)
In (Second Year) College: Dick, Barbara (19-20)
In (First Year) College: Tam (18-19)
In Senior Year: Jason, Luke, Kara (17-18)
In Junior Year: Cass, Harper, Terry (16-17)
In Sophomore Year: Tim, Steph, Carrie, Duke, Conner (15-16)
In Freshman Year: Damian, Helena, Colin (14-15)
In 8th Grade: Matt, Jon, Cullen (13-14)
In 4th Grade: Timothy Fox (9-10)
In Kindergarten: Tiffany (5-6)
Who Stays Where?
For reference, Iâd say they all go to a school somewhere between Gotham and Metropolis, rather than Gotham Academy or Metropolis High. Letâs call it... Mediocre High. A mediocre school for completely normal, mediocre kids.
Stays in Metropolis w/ Clark and Lois, but are at Wayne Manor 90% of the time anyway: Kara, Conner, Jon
Has their own apartments/safehouses but are at Wayne Manor 90% of the time time anyway: Kate, Dick, Jason, Tim, Steph, Harper
Stays at Wayne Manor: Terry, Cass, Carrie, Duke, Damian, Helena, Colin, Matt, Cullen (unless Cullen stays with his sister... or if any of them run away, because they do that often too)
Stays with their parents, or at their own apartments, and are at Wayne Manor a little less than 90% of the time anyway: Barbara, Tam, Luke, Timothy, Tiffany
Whatâs the Sitch with Relationships?
Biologically Bruceâs, and known to the public as biologically Bruceâs: Damian, Helena
Biologically Bruceâs, but not known to the public as biologically Bruceâs: Terry, Matt (these two often visit their mother!)
Legally adopted by Bruce: Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass, Duke
Not legally adopted by Bruce but, come on, theyâre his kids anyway: Harper, Cullen, Carrie, Colin
Family Friends that are like siblings/cousins (or siblings-in-law ;3): Kara, Conner, Jon, Barbara, Steph, Tam, Luke, Timothy, Tiffany
Wine Aunt/Older Sister: Kate
Shenanigans
It was a hilarious bit started by Steph and encouraged by Dick, Jason, and Carrie that they should all stuff themselves into the smallest limo or helicopter possible and crawl out like clowns. It was funny, to be fair, but the bloodshed spilled because of it banned them from doing it again. The kids got split into two separate cars after that, but eventually went back to one big limo, except for those whoâd prefer to keep their sanity and drive there on their own (assuming they have a licence).
This batch of kids, excluding Kara, Conner and Jon, are often referred to as the âWayne kidsâ, or the âGotham kidsâ. Sometimes Kara, Conner and Jon get called Gotham Kids as well, despite being from Metropolis and proud. Theyâre vocality from protesting against being called Gotham Kids earned them the nickname âNot-Gotham Kidsâ.
Damian, Helena, Colin, Matt, Jon and Cullen are one of Those groups. Often together, closely knit, all characters on their own, but together, they lose all braincells. Teachers love all of them individually (with the exception of Damian), but are absolutely terrified of them as a group.
The second group most like that would be the girls- Tam, Kara, Steph, Cass, Harper, Carrie and sometimes Barbara, Kate and Helena. Alone, theyâre pretty good kids, but together their chaotic-ness knows no bounds.
Who are we kidding? All of these kids are like that. Put any two together, and youâre either going to see someone get stabbed, a glitter bomb explode, an impromptu dance session, or debate the pronunciation of âbolognaâ for an hour.
Due to Damian often claiming heâs the rightful heir as the blood son, Helena, Matt and Terry will often pipe up to remind him that he isnât the only blood son (or daughter, in Helenaâs case). This often causes problems, not because Damian attacks them (verbally or physically), but because Terry and Matt arenât, in the publicâs eye, biologically Bruceâs, so the kids often have to scramble to make up some excuse to outsiders, often settling with it being an inside joke.
In this AU, Terry and Matt go by âFuturebat and Futurebirdâ because Why Not? As for Conner and Jon both being Superboy... how about, we just keep it that way? Because, really, Why Not? The public dubs them both the âSuperboysâ, and thereâs no need to change it for now. Sometimes Conner gets called the Superclone, but mostly they just differentiate by some variation of âSuperboy One/Uno and Superboy Two/Dosâ. Sometimes âSuperteen and SuperPre-Teenâ when Jon was a bit younger. Also, think of all the shenanigans that can arise from that. Amazing.
Damian, at first, had as much hate towards Helena (and eventually Terry and Matt when they learned of them as well) as he did towards Tim. But, Helena always found his anger a bit funny (so long as it wasnât life-threatening, which it often was). She never wanted to âbe the heirâ to Batman or Catwoman. She just happened to be their kid, and she wanted her own hero persona anyway, aka The Huntress.
To explain the situation with Helena, Terry and Matt, Iâd say Helena (whoâs a few months younger than Damian) was raised by Bruce and Selina, but the twoâs relationship was on-and-off, and there were long periods where Selina would solo-parent Helena and Bruce (or Alfred and/or Dick, really) would solo-parent Helena. Eventually, the two got their shit together and are currently in a loving relationship, but not married yet. Terry and Matt were, of course, kept hidden from Bruce, being raised by Warren and Mary in a loving family. Eventually, after the death of Warren, and Terry trying to strike out as a solo hero, and the discovery that his DNA matched Bruceâs rather than Warrenâs, their story was revealed that Terry was planned to be âfuture Batmanâ by Amanda Waller (needless to say Damian did Not Like That). Terry confronted Bruce and told him about it, and eventually Matt would learn the truth as well.
The only people Damian actively calls by their first names are Jon, Colin and Helena. Helena is only because Damian didnât want to admit she was a Wayne at first (even though her legal last name in this AU is Kyle-Wayne).
They have a lot of animals, some are permanent, some come and go, some are just strays they feed, but nothing will compare to the amount of cats they have. The majority are strays that stay outside of the manor, yes, but they have too many. Sometimes theyâll be walking down a street opposite side of Gotham, and see one of their cats. This isnât even because Selina now lives with them, and she brought her cats with her. No, itâs because Dick, Barbara, Jason and Steph, among others, loved the idea of Catwoman being a crazy cat lady, so they kept getting her more cats, which, in turn, gave everyone a new cat. And Damian was not helping in the least bit. Selina at least tried to stop them from bringing more cats home, but Damian would smuggle them back in anyway. Bruce honestly wishes someone had a cat allergy so they would have an excuse not to have that many cats.
Helena is a dog person. She likes cats, but... Dogs.
The Batkids all fight over the right of getting to babysit Tiffany.
Cass is often called the Good Kid by teachers and staff. That is not true, the true Good Kid is Duke. This is because heâs the only one that can maintain his braincells even in a group... 90% of the time, anyway.
Half of these kids will vanish during school hours to go stop some crime even though Bruce has repeatedly told them not to do that. The other kids who are not superhero vigilantes or manage to respect said rule (which is not often) scramble to make excuses for them. No excuse has ever been something normal, but it works because âWhen have Wayne kids ever been normal?â
School events like dances and football games are awful. Some of the kids are aware going will be awful, and desperately try to get out of it, but someway, somehow, they always wind up there. It would have been chaotic enough just having the Gotham Kids go, but when they bring their friends too (Teen Titans, Young Justice, Outlaws, whomever), thereâs no hope. Their classmates at school both fear and look forward to these events, depending on how they go down. On one hand, itâs the Waynes! Youâre basically watching âKeeping up with the Waynesâ in real life! On the other hand, oh god, donât get caught in the crossfire, whatever you do, run for dear life if you must.
Amazingly, Dick is the only one who got permanently banned from these events. And he didnât even do anything. Well... anything as bad as his siblings, anyway.
They have all gotten suspended at least once, whether they are a Good Kid or not. Jason is actually one of the Good Kids so long as his siblings arenât around to annoy him, but he got caught with a gun once, and barely escaped getting expelled... well, actually, he didnât barely escape it, he was a Good Kid after all. But it was still on the table. That was, miraculously, the only time he got suspended.
Damian, surprisingly, does not have the highest suspension rate, but he does have the highest âcalled into the officeâ rate. You can guess all the reasons- sneaking pets into school, sneaking wild animals into school, having knifes and/or other weapons on him, belittling other students (heâs not intentionally trying to bully them, but, he canât help but point out what theyâre doing wrong), arguing and insulting teachers, ditching class (for vigilantism of course), etc.
The highest suspension rate goes to Dick, before he went to college. Mostly it was just due to how often he would skip classes and not turn in homework, but occasionally he would get into fights (to defend another kid, usually). The schools hadnât yet gotten tolerable to the chaos that is the Waynes yet.
I suppose I should list the Good Kids. They are as follows: Cass, Duke, Jason, Luke, Helena, Cullen, Jon and Tiffany (she is Small and Innocent).
The Bad Kids: DAMIAN, Conner, Steph (she likes causing trouble for fun), Carrie (same as Steph, but more class clown-y) and Terry (mostly when he was younger).
The Bad Kids Sometimes: Harper, Timothy Fox, Kara
The Neutral Kids: Tam, Tim (depends on whether heâs crashed from lack of sleep or caffeine overdose), Dick, Matt, Barbara
The âTroubledâ Kids (donât label them that schools, rude): Colin, Cullen too technically but heâs more âGoodâ, Kate, literally all of them depending on the time of day (or night, specifically)
#just brainstorming#prob wont do much else with this#but i do rlly like the idea of damian and helenas kinship#batfam#batfamily#dc batman#dc robin#damian wayne#helena wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#duke thomas#high school au#cassandra cain#stephanie brown#harper row#superkids#batkids#batfam memes
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Smitten [a TPN fanfic]
-.-.- Rating: K+ Pair: NorEmma Wordcount: 2k+ Tag(s): Middle School AU, Romantic Comedy, Mistaken Identity, Pansexuality Summary:
âRay! Ray! Raaaay! Iâm having a crisis now, Wake uuuup!â âThe heck youâre doing at 1 a.m?!â âThe boy I thought Iâm crushing at all this time is actually a girl and sheâs actually so much cuter up close but I might just kind of accidentally sexually harassed her in a public library. What should I do nooow?!â ââŚcome again?â
OR, Norman had just experienced his first silly eighth-grader crush on a cute orange haired boy in the library, But then suddenly things took a turn to a completely awkward path. Â Â Â Â Â Â
A/N: Cross-posted on AO3 -.-.-
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 âSome of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss. But every once in a while, you find someone who's iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare.â
 âA quote from âFlipped�� movie
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Norman first saw the boy in the school library. The boy had a bright orange hair and wearing an equally bright smile. He also still had some baby fat on his cheeks thatâs making him so much cuter. Humming quietly an upbeat tune, the boyâs eyes moved back and forth, sorting out through the fantasy fictions shelf. His finger traced the rows of books there. His eyes sparkled with joy when heâd managed to find the book he wanted.
 What an adorable boy.
Itâs called having a crush, Ray said. Well, thatâs maybe not exactly what he said, but still.
âIt means that youâre finally getting that late, late puberty andâGod blessâhaving a crush on someone. It also means that I can be glad now. Because I honestly thought somethingâs wrong with your head every time your smartass big brain went totally clueless to Barbaraâs passive-aggressive attempt at flirting at you since the first year.â
To be fair, it wasnât that he was totally clueless about Barbara. Itâs just he chose not to pay attention to stupid things like Barbaraâs every day sweet nonsenses.
âSo, who is it?â Ray asked curiously, pausing the game that Norman was winning for the fifth time straight.
Ray mustâve been fishing for distraction because heâs secretly way more frustrated than he let on, Norman thought amusedly.
Ray frowns. âWhatâs with that face? Whatâs so funny?â
âNothing.â He grins.
Ray lunged at him and started tickling him, trying to get him to say the truth by force. But five minutes into the tickle fight, everything was forgotten. They never talked about it again for the rest of the day.
âCome to think of it, you havenât really told me that day,â Ray suddenly says in the middle of their P.E break.
A few good meters away from them, Ms. Krone was sitting on a bench, watching with apparent uninterest all the eighth-grader kids who were playing basket and volley ball in the court. Poor woman. She mustâve been one of those teachers who didnât actually had any interest in teaching and only in for it for the good salary.
Norman steals a water bottle from Rayâs hand. Ray only rolled his eyes and sighed.
âAbout what?â he asked, after chugging a good amount of water from the said bottle. Ray knocked his head lightly with the bottle in annoyance when he returned it to him.
âAbout your crush, Norman!â
âWhy are you so invested in it?â
âWhy?â Ray frowned. âDonât you think I have the right to know too? Being your best friend and all.â
âOh, so youâre finally admitting that Iâm your best friend, now? Didnât you said yesterday that you hated me the most?â
Ray scowled. âThatâs only because you kept beating me in Mario Kart and stole my dessert again!â
Norman laughed. âSorry.â
âCk, donât even pretend. I know youâre not.â Ray rolled his eyes again.
âSo?â
âHm?â
âWhoâs your crush?â
âYouâre so stubborn.â
âI am.â
Norman paused, his mind recalling back to that certain afternoon in the library. The adorable boy with the cute humming voice and the brightest hair. He smiled dopily remembering it.
âItâsâŚa boy from a seventh grade, I think.â
Norman remembered that the boy was carrying a trigonometry book that day. They had trigonometry in seventh grade here.
Beside him, Ray chocked on his drink. âAâŚboy?!â
Norman turned at him. âIs that so surprising?â
âI mean, uh, I never know that youâre into boys? Itâs just- I support you and all, really. Not that your sexuality would matter to me anyhow. Just⌠Itâs kinda surprising, yâknow? It never really crossed my mind that youâre gay.â
âBut I am not.â
âHuh?â
He laughed at Rayâs dumbfounded face.
âThereâs more spectrum of sexualities in this world beside being straight and gay, Ray.â Norman grins exasperatedly, shaking his head. âFor me itâs like, their gender doesnât really matter? If I find that someoneâs cute then theyâre cute. Iâm sure thereâs a name for it⌠I think they called it âpanâ or something?â
ââPanâ? Like the pan for cooking? Why would you call yourself after a cooking utensil?â
He shrugged. âWell, itâs pansexuality to be precise. But beats me. It wasnât me who came up with the name.â
âOkay. So. You have a crush on a boy. Do you know what his name is? Or at least his class?â
Norman stared blankly. He had only realized it now. âI donât know. I was too smitten watching him and didnât think about asking him for it.â
âWait. So, youâre telling me you totally didnât talk to him that day? Despite you both being in the library and it was just the two of you? You were just watching him from afar like some sort of creepy stalker?â
He kicked Rayâs leg. âHe was just that cute. Almost pretty even, I think.â Norman paused and flushed, remembering that boyâs face again. âIt should be pretty justified that I was loss at words! Youâd understand yourself when you see him.â
âI mean, I can recognize a good-looking guy when I see one. But to the point of being dumbly smitten? I guess unlikely. Youâre forgetting the fact that Iâm not into guys.â
The school bell rang, signaling the change of period. And just like that, they dropped the conversation.
Norman didnât get to see the cute boy again until a few days later, when heâs staying up in the library for a science competition paper research until late night. It might be unusual, but in their school curfew hours didnât apply to the library. The library was always open 24/7, and all the students were permitted to go out of the dorm even very late at night if it were to the library.
That night, Norman was reading one of the books about electricity theories when he suddenly heard a voice of someone grumbling. The voice came from one of the aisles near his table. Norman decided to take a break for a bit and might as well help the person.
True to his guess, the person was just two bookshelves away from there. The person seemed to struggle reaching out for a book in the top shelf. And as he got closer, Norman could see that the said person was the same cute orange-haired boy he saw the other week.
His heart suddenly did a flip.
âCan I help you there?â
The person turned at him. His bright green eyes looked so mesmerizing. The boy blinked at him. And Norman bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from saying stupid things. Like âhow can you be that cuteâ or somethingâRay would definitely laugh if he knew.
âUhh, yeah⌠Can you help me getting that book with yellow cover there?â The boy pointed out at the book he meant.
Norman smiled. âSure.â
This was honestly the first time he really appreciated the tall gene his parents passed on him.
âHere.â He passed the book to the boy.
But as the boy took a step closer to take it from his hand, he accidentally stepped on his own shoelace and stumbled over.
âCareful!â
Norman reached out to steady the boy. Luckily, he managed to catch the boy in time. ButâŚâŚ
 Wait.
Norman realized something. His face immediately flushes.
 HeâŚheâŚhis chest isnât flat!
âS-sorry!â Norman yelped. He stumbled back as if the boyâwait, girlâburned his hand.
The girl laughed awkwardly, and only now Norman realized that her voice was obviously high-pitched and clearly sounded feminine.
âYeah. Um. Haha, accidents happen.â
Horror realization suddenly dawned into him. Not only he had mistakenly thought she was a boy, but he also had just kind of accidentally touched herâŚâŚuh, personal part. And the worst thing was, this girl was his first crush!
âRay! Ray! Raaaay! Iâm having a crisis, Wake uuuup!â
One of the best things about rooming out with your best-friend is that you could dump all your crisis onto them practically whenever you want. As long as theyâre awake, that is.
Ray opened his bleary eyes and yawned loudly.
âThe heck youâre doing at 1 a.m?!â
âThe boy I thought Iâm crushing at all this time is actually a girl and sheâs actually so much cuter up close but I might just kind of accidentally sexually harassed her in a public library. What should I do nooow?!â
Ray stared dumbfoundedly at him. Then blinked. Then blinked again.
ââŚcome again?â
A can of vending machine coffee and Ray having the best laugh of his life later, Norman managed to get everything out of his chest. And theyâre finally having some sane conversation againâbecause for Heavenâs sake, Ray just wonât stop laughing!
âOkay, okay.â Ray wiped out some of his tears and made an effort to really toning down his laughter. âSo, based on your story, it seems that thereâs only one solution to this problem.â
âAnd that isâŚ?â
Ray made a serious face and intentionally dragged the tension out. Norman waited with dread.
âOne word, my friend.â
âOne word?â
âAll you have to do isâŚâŚTalk!â
âOh my Gooood!â Norman groaned and buried his face in their cushion pillows. âThatâs what I ask your advice for! I canât possibly initiate another conversation afterâŚafterâŚthat! I mean, what if she thinks that Iâm a pervert? And what ifââ
âYouâre having too many âwhat ifâs.â Ray rolled his eyes. âLook, based on your story, it sounds like the girl didnât even really minding it. I mean, not as like, sheâs liking it. But like, she doesnât make it as a big matter. Yâgot it?â
âBut still! How can I talk to her again after that! I mean, just imagine it. If youâre a girl and a boy who yesterday touched your, uhm, not-so-flat chest, suddenly just randomly talk to you the next day, what would do you think? ItâsâŚugh. Itâs not even just embarrassing. Isnât that also, uh, kind of creepy? I meanâ oh my God. Iâm older than her too! Thatâsââ
âWhoaâ Stop right there, buddy! For anything-up-there sake! Sheâs a seventh grade, not a third grade. Youâre not being a creepy older man, what the heck. As I said, youâre having too many âwhat ifâs. If you donât wanna talk, at least just be your usual self and donât avoid her youâre meeting her again. Now, thatâd be pretty rude if you suddenly treating her like some kind of germ.â
Having a talk with Ray was absolutely not helping. Norman walked to school again the next time dreading meeting that seventh grade girlâwho he still didnât know the name yet, by the way.
Turned out fate had some kind of grudges towards him. Because when he walked into library again to borrow some books for his biology essay, the same feminine voice he dreaded to hear suddenly sounded just beside his ear.
âUmm, helloâŚâ
Norman managed to bit his tongue to stifle the yelp just in time. He turned around and found that it was really the cute girl from before. She was wearing their uniform dress-code this time. A white buttoned shirt and rippled black skirt, instead of some jacket dan jeans he saw her wearing the two times he met her before.
âUh, haha. Um. Yes. Hi.â
âUm, hi too. Uhh, youâre the boy from last night, righââ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
âL-last night. Yeah. I mean. IâM SORRY! I promise I didnât really mean to be a pervert or something and I am not weird I promise even thought I totally mistook you as a boy for like a week anyway I mean that doesnât count as weird right I mean, uh, sorry, umââ
The girl laughed. âHahahah, oh my God. Itâs okay, itâs okay. I know that was an accident.â
âUhh, yeah. Accident. Totally.â
The girl stared exasperatedly at him. âYouâre so funny.â
âUm. Thanks.â Then, because apparently smooth wasnât in his genes, he tackled again, âYouâre so cute.â
The girl blushed and giggled awkwardly, and it was the cutest thing Norman ever seen. Apart from catching Ray hugging a body pillow, that is.
They both stood awkwardly in front each other. And Norman found his supposedly gifted IQ was useless at making conversation when facing cute people.
âDo you like ice cream?â he finally blurted out.
âE-eh? Y-yeah. I mean. Yes! I really like it! I like strawberry cheesecake flavor. W-what about you?â
âMe? UmâŚIâm not really picky, but I think I like choco mint the most?â
The girl laughed again. âCool! It was my favorite before. Hey, I know! You should try the strawberry cheesecake one. We might have the same taste in ice creams!â
He beamed. âThatâs a good idea. Hey, letâs go out for ice cream this weekend. We can try many flavors we havenât tried and finding out whether we really have the same taste!â
The girl stared at him dumbfoundedly, and Norman wondered if he had said the wrong thing.
âI-is it a date?â the girl blurted out.
âE-eh?!â
The girl immediately flushed bright and buried her face in her hands. âOh my God, sorry to jump to conclusions just like that. I just thoughtââ
âI-it could be a date!â he hurriedly cut her.
The girl slowly peeked through her fingers. âR-really?â
Norman smiled and nodded. âYes.â Then he grabbed the girlâs wrists and peeled them off of her still-blushing cute face. âOf course. Iâd like dating withyou too!â
âHeeeh?!â
It took Norman a moment to realize that date and dating are two similar words with different meanings.
âI-I MEANââ
âPlease tell me you were serious because I definitely have a crush on you since seventh grade!â
It was his turn to be dumbfounded.
The girl snapped her mouth shut with her palms again. âOops. I wasnât supposed to say that yetâŚâŚwasnât I?â
Norman laughed awkwardly. Because he wasnât sure how to react with the sudden confession. âUmâŚI think I kind of have a crush on you tooâŚsince that time I first saw you in the library. L-last week, I mean. N-not last night.â
âWowâŚâ the girl whispered. Her bright green eyes widened and stared at him a mix of awe and embarrassment.
âUh⌠I think we should probably slow down a bit, though.â He rubbed his neck sheepishly. âWell, for starters how about some kind of introduction? I mean, I donât even know your name yet, soâŚâ
The girl smiled. She averted her eyes shyly to the side before meeting his again. âY-yeah. Um, okay. I go first. Since I already know yours.â She let out an awkward chuckle. âI-Iâm Emma. Eighth grade, as you mightâve guessed. Iâm rooming with my seventh grade friend, Gilda. IâŚI kinda like you since I saw you in the quiz competition in our school festival fair last year. W-well, you might not remember me because my team got eliminated in the second round. Uhh, haha. B-but⌠Y-you were so cool back then.â The girl grinned shyly.
âWow. Okay. Uh⌠My nameâs Norman. Eighth grade too. And, uh⌠Okay. You probably already knew those things. So⌠uhm. Oh my God. This is a mess, Iâm so sorry.â
The girlâwho he knew now, named Emmaâgiggled again. âItâs okay. Weâre both kinda a mess here.â
âYeah⌠Youâre right.â He laughed.
The atmosphere seemed a bit lighter now that theyâve already talked about the elephant in the room.
âUm, by the way⌠You said youâre eighth grade, right? But⌠I thought you were seventh. If I recall correctly, you were borrowing trigonometry book back thenâŚâ
âOoh, you saw me on that day! I was borrowing some books for my roommate. She had some assignments for the next day, but she caught a terrible flu so I offered to borrow it for her.â
âYouâre such a good roommate,â he commented.
âWell, roommates are usually our closest friends, right? I bet youâre a good roommate too!â
âMy roommate isâŚkind of a handful. Also annoying. Well, yeah, heâs my best-friend though.â
âI know right! Sometimes roommates can be so annoying! Eh, waitâŚdoesnât that mean that they also find us annoying?â
He laughed. Emma was so refreshing.
âHey, um, I think we still have about half an hour for the break. Want to go to the cafeteria and grab lunch together?â
âSounds like a good idea,â Emma agreed. âNow that you mentioned the cafeteria, Iâm starting to get hungry again.â
Norman laughed. Meeting Emma was unexpected. Her straight-forward personality was even more unexpected. But it was so much fun, so heâs definitely not going to complaint much.
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(BONUS SCENE)
âDo you think I should wear the light green stripped one or the plain blue one? Should I wear varsity jacket too? Or maybe some vest on it?â
Ray groaned for the umpteenth time just in that hour. âI swear, Norman! I bet she wonât even care even if you showed up with some washed up t-shirt and crocs!â
Norman stared at him as if he had just said something so scandalizing.
Suddenly, a door to their room was thrown open. A mop of orange hair burst in.
âRaaaay! Iâm having a date with this cute boy in an hour and you should help meââ
Emma, his friend, paused at the door with a comical jaw drop. Ray glanced back to find his roommate mirroring her expression.
âYouââ
âYouââ
Ray regretted that he didnât have his camera with him. That one was definitely picture-worthy.
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1965
(Year One of My Rock & Roll Fandom)
 By Stephen Jay Morris
Wednesday. Â June 12. Â 2019
ŠScientific Morality
       Selective memory?  Why not?  Itâs my past and I can review it anyway I want!  Yes.  I do remember the bad times. Yes.  I try to avoid past mistakes.  True. Nostalgia is a symptom of depression. I went to my doctor and he prescribed a drug from which I am still withdrawing!  You want to know whatâs over rated?  Modern day.  Now! The only people who are happy are narcissists.  Technology?  Fantastic!  Pretty soon a drone will deliver my pizza.  Iâm still waiting for flying cars.  Well?  Where in the fuck are they!?
So, let me indulge in my reminiscences of a crappy youth. Â I may die of natural causes tomorrow. Â This is my party and itâs freaking me out, baby! Â You donât dig old farts? Â Then flake off!
      Every older generation thinks the music they heard in their youth was and is better than that of the present day.  I plead guilty.  Letâs explore why I feel that way.
A certain musical tone will reflect the character of the times. Â As recording Technology changes and improves, the tone of music changes. Â In my youth, analog magnetic tape produced an inimitable sound. Â In the 50âs, most music was recorded live onto a two-track, stereo tape. Â In the, 60âs it grew to four-track and was no longer done live. Â Engineers would overdub recordings onto each individual track. Well, not to go over the evolution of recording, but to put it succinctly, recording went from analog to digital. Â Hell, you donât even have to sing well anymore; youâve got auto tune! Â Warning: Â old man whining alert. Â That is why there arenât any more requirements for talent. Â Itâs all about sex appeal and fake masculinity and not emoting the lyrics of a song. Â Itâs no longer about art! Â Itâs about being a braggadocios Dandy. Â Well, you can have it. Â Not me. I am going back to 1965. Â
Where do I start? Â All I need is a list. Â The science community always said that oneâs olfactory is a trigger mechanism to memory. You smell something familiar and you are transported back in time. Â For me, itâs a song. Â With every song, comes a memory. Â Here is an example: Â Whenever I hear a Four Tops song, like âI Canât Help Myself (Sugar Pie Honey Bunch!),â I remember my dad driving my young family to the Natural History Museum in Exposition Park. Â We would drive through the Black community of South Central Los Angeles to get there. I would see Black kids sitting on stoops of old Craftsman houses, listening to portable radios blasting out that Motown sound. Â They were engaged in happy conversations or good, old fashioned horseplay. Â I wanted to get out of the car and join them! Instead, I had to listen to my dad pontificate, like he was some collage professor! Â I would later learn that he was really stupid and it was all a false front. Â What I resented was his absolute control of the car radio. Â We either had to listen to news or a station that played only classical music. Conversely, whenever my mom drove the car, she would tune it to the local pop/rock station. Â I used to tell my mom I was saving up to buy a Japanese transistor radio. Â I really was. Â I had my own piggy bank. In 1963, she bought me a transistor radio for my birthday! Â For the next two years I would listen to Dodger radio with Vin Scully. Â Then, I saw the Rolling Stones on the Ed Sullivan Show. Â I recently looked this up: It aired on a Sunday, October 25, 1964. That would be only time my dad allowed me to watch the Stones on T.V. Â After that, he would chase me out of the room because of something negative about them heâd read in the newspaper. Â But, all I needed was that first exposure. Â I fell in love with Rock & Roll! Â
I must have spent a lot of chump change on batteries for my handheld radio. Â The station I listened to the most was 93 KHJ AM. Â It had the strongest signal in Los Angeles, 1600 Kilocycles. Â At night, its waves would travel all the way to Utah! Then, there were the DJâs who had funny pseudonyms like âMachine Gun Kelly,â Â âBobby Tripp,â âRobert W. Morgan,â âSam Riddle,â and the one and only, âHumble Harve.â Â He would play the most Rolling Stones records than any of the other disk jockeys.
In 1965, radio was popular among teenagers for music listening. Â Television soon got worried, so they created dance shows to attract the youth market. Â On the local stations there was âShe-Bang,â âHollywood-A-Go-Go,â and âBoss City.â Â On the major networks, there was âShindig,â âHullabaloo,â and âThe Lloyd Thaxton Show.â They all booked musical acts who would come on and lip-synch to their records. Â They also featured dancers, most of whom looked like mannequins. These shows aired for either 30 minutes or one hour. Â However, the radio was on 24 hours a day! Â That was except for holidays. Â Every Christmas and New Yearâs, they played only stupid Christmas music! Â Radio was everywhere you were! Â At supermarkets, car garages, public parks, the beach, and just about any place within earshot. Â I did most of my radio listening in the privacy of my bedroom, with the door locked.
There wasnât much reading material for Rock fans. There were the teenybopper magazines like â16â and âTiger Beat.â Â These consisted mostly of gossip and interviews with the musician of the month, asking such questions as what his favorite color was. Â Iâd glance through it, flipping pages. Â The only redeeming value of these zines was the photographs, most of which were in black and white. Â That was the scene in 1965.
I didnât like all of the music that year. Â There was this novelty record called, âThe Name Game.â It was an American pop song written and performed by Shirley Ellis, as some rhyme game that creates variations on a person's name. Â You could take anybodyâs name and make it rhyme. Â Hereâs an example, using the name âKatie:â
Katie. Â Katie. Â bo-batie,
Bonana-fanna fo-fatie,
Fee fi mo-matie
Katie!
 It was as an annoying song, especially when my sister sang it!
One thing I can say about the music on A.M. radio was that it had variety! Â You could hear all types of music. Â Country & Western, Soul, Motown, Folk-Rock, Jazz, Tex-Mex, British Invasion, Pop, and good old Rock & Roll. Â There was one country song I remember by Roger Miller. Â It was called, âKing of the Road.â Â Then, I heard my first âanswer song,â meaning the music was the same, but the lyrics had been changed. Â It was called, âQueen of the House,â by Jody Miller (no relation to Rodger), about the trials and tribulations of being a housewife. There were the double-entendre songs that sounded goofy, and I mean goofy! Â Their music sounded as if it was produced by a roller rink organ! Â One was called, âThe Birds and the Bees,â by Jewel Akens. Itâs about this horny guy, reciting the facts of life to his virgin girlfriend. Â The music sounded so fibrous and idiotic; you would think the song was about watching clowns at a circus. Â This next one was a channel changer. Â When I heard the first five notes, I was out of there! Â It was called âYes, Iâm Ready,â performed by Barbara Mason. Â It was lyrically about a young, inexperienced girl who didnât know how to make love. Â Of course, the man was going to teach her. Â Barbara intentionally used a voice inflection that was off-key to sound like she was nervous. Â It worked! Â For years, this song had no face to me. Â I thought some white, nerdy, teenage girl did it. Â It turned out it was actually recorded by an attractive, Black R&B singer. Â She later had another hit that made a lot more sense, âBaby, Iâm Yours.â Â Iâll bet her manager put a gun to her head and made her do it! Â The song did make it into the Top Ten.
      Recently, I found a list of the top 100 records from 1965.  You know something?  I know 98% of the songs listed!  Every one evokes a memory.
My mom and our neighbors took turns in car-pooling us kids to school. Â One morning, we had a sing along in the back seat. Â We sang Hermanâs Hermitsâ âMrs. Brown Youâve Got a Lovely Daughter.â Â We mimicked their British accents as we sang. In the schoolyard, during lunch period, my classmates broke out in song and sang âThe Game of Loveâ by Wayne Fontana & the Mindbenders. Â I sang the bass part. Â
      At this time in my life, I was not having a happy childhood.  I was a fat kid with braces.  It was at this time that I started experiencing panic attacks, but didnât know what they were.  I also had a bad constipation problem, so much so that family and neighbors dreaded me using their toilets!  I was doing very badly in school and suffering very low self-esteem.  My dad verbally abused me and physically hurt me. School bullies would come after me. I was an uncoordinated fat kid who was fearful of the world.  The only thing my dad would say to me was, âBe a man!â  Yeah.  At the age of 11, I was supposed to be Superman!
My transistor radio was the only refuge I had. Â Music was my best friend and it consoled me in that extremely difficult time of my life.
So, if I seem sentimental about the music of 1965, it is because I am. Â I am currently going through a rough patch in my life, and while I lay in bed at night, I revisit the music of 65.
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