A Private Fitting[Invite]

"Relax. Relax. Relax. Breathe. Breathe. Your just going over for a friendly chat. Nothing serious. Things aren't moving fast, you've barely met the guy."

A sort of mantra Amare has been saying to himself all day. Through classes and gym, literacy and even history Amare could not get his mind off of the plans he and Colt had made earlier that week. He tried to ignore it and push it off as just another hang out session with a friend, but as the day got closer he could feel a sort of anticipation growing in his chest. But what was he excited for? He had always thought Colt was a cool guy the way he interacted with others in the hallway was normal and typical. Nothing really remarkable about the way he walked or the way he talked. Despite this the confession in his journal told Amare that there was something else about this otherwise unremarkable student that caught him attention and often put him in strange moods.

Daydreams were probably the worst of it. Sometimes it was Colt sometimes it was others but whenever they happened Amare would always find that his ears would be warm to the touch. If questioned he would always deflect it to something else, the sun, him being warm-blooded(like that meant anything) but to Amare's judgement each excuse had done its purpose. Taking sometime to take some shots outside with the sun, Amare hoped that this time alone would help him take his mind off of the appointment. They were friends meeting up to talk about business. Specifically suits. Specifically their hero outfits, specifically Amare's hero outfit. He had met with a few of the support students and none of their ideas he liked. Part of it he felt was that he was being picky or difficult criticizing colour, fabric texture and even design at times to the point that a few refused to continue working with him. Although was that really his fault? He was the one who would have to wear it into battle, and if he was not confident in what he was wearing how could he focus on his heroic duties?

The pictures came out lame. Some were even out of focus. Amateur at best and none of his best work as Amare trudged back towards the school dorms. It was getting close to the time they had agreed on and he knew that he should not be late. Get in, do it, get the measurements and get out. Be polite be confident just... Amare would shake his head. He was already all those things, so why was he trying to give himself a pep talk? His mind slowly drifting to the "journal" incident and Beaumont a weight suddenly seemed to prop itself onto Amare's shoulders. School rumors were just that, rumors but the way Beaumont had acted made it seem as though what Amare had written caused him trouble. Enough trouble that he had quickly went from his normal spacy and nervous self to cold a distant. He had not thought to talk to Beaumont about it because if he did, Amare knew he would have to reveal quite a bit about himself to the blond teenager.

Arriving outside of Colt's dorm door, Amare would pause a second before lifting his hand to knock. The fingers would curl into a fist and then uncurl...Maybe he should just go. Now's not a good time and all that despite them agreeing on this earlier. What if he was busy, what if Beaumont was already inside? What if Colt wasn't even inside his dorm and forgot? Seemingly frozen in front of the fellow students door, a passerby would bump into Amare as they passed forcing his fist to the door causing it to 'hit' the door moreso than 'knock' it.