Tech tapped his pencil against his desk and stared out the window. He was really glad that he was a senior and had taken so many summer classes. Once it was lunch time, he could leave school for the rest of the day. He just had to last through the rest of his math class. It was no big concern that he was not finished with the assignment; after all, why call something homework if you did it all at school anyway? He had finished most of it anyway.
--Where should we go for lunch?-- Don signed from across the room.
--I can’t today,-- Tech answered.
--Why not?--
--Jordan and I have to go tie shopping,-- Tech said with a roll of his eyes.
--Tie shopping?-- Don snickered.
--Yes. Apparently the wedding party is supposed to have matching ties.--
--Well, that explains why they all looked like dweebs at my cousin’s wedding a few years ago,-- Don signed.
“Mr. Renoe and Mr. Morgan,” the teacher snapped. “I do not tolerate note passing of any form in my classroom. Have I not explained this before?”
“Technically, it’s not note passing since that involves paper,” Don quipped.
“Are you trying to get detention, Mr. Renoe?” the teacher demanded. “It counts as both whispering and note passing.”
Tech waved his hand and held up his notebook. How can it count as whispering?, the message asked. Are you making fun of me?
“Don’t be sly with me,” the teacher snapped. “This is a class for math and math alone.”
“We were discussing math,” Don interrupted.
“Oh really?” the teacher asked skeptically.
“Yep,” Don nodded. “All about calculating the cost of a wedding and all of that planning.”
That comment alone caught the entire class off guard. Tech smacked his head and signed something nearly inappropriate at Don. One girl mentioned her sister’s wedding and then the class exploded into conversation as they all started giving their input on weddings. Comments ranged from idealistic to incredibly pessimistic. It took the rest of the class period for the teacher to regain control, and Don and Tech found themselves sent to the office for causing trouble.
“My mom threatened to ground me if I get sent to the office one more time,” Don whined.
--I’m probably going to get in trouble as well,-- Tech signed.
“You’re mom’s probably so involved with wedding planning that she probably won’t notice.”
--Trust me,-- Tech signed. --She'll say something. And
“So, are you going to start calling him dad?” Don asked.
--No,-- Tech answered. --We talked about it and both decided that it would be just too weird.--
“Makes sense,” Don said with a shrug. “So, will we be able hang out at all, or will the wedding monopolize your time more than school does?”
--Honestly, I don’t know,-- Tech admitted. --I'm still expected to do great on the college entrance exams, but the next test isn’t offered for another month. If I don’t actually try my mom is threatening to lock me up so I can’t go on the road trip.--
“Ah, shoot,” Don sighed. “I hope my parents don’t ground me from that. I mean, I know I’ve got all school year to get back in their good graces but that would be a pain. It’s taken them all of last year just to agree to such a trip.”
--Technically, you’ll be able to do it if you want since we’ll be graduated,-- Tech pointed out.
“Eh, I know,” Don said. “But, I’m still a student and would like to be able to return home in between college semesters.”
“Mr. Morgan and Mr. Renoe,” the principle said as he walked through the office. “The school year isn’t even close to half way through and already you two are sending teachers into nervous breakdowns. Now then, what happened this time?”
Plead the fifth. Start signing in Spanish.
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