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“Where is he? He should be in class with us.” You mumbled, sitting at your desk and doodling away rather than paying attention to your science class. Childe skipped this class almost entirely, seemingly forgetting about your lunch plans.
“His loss.” Scaramouche replied, jotting down a few notes. “So I’m guessing we can go to our spot?” He questioned, looking at you from the side with a hint of hope in his eyes.
You hummed in thought, entertaining the idea of ditching your companion. “I don’t think he would be too happy about that.” You paused, looking up to actually pay attention to the slides showing notes. “Maybe we should look for him?”
Putting his pencil down, Scaramouche nodded in agreement. "As much as I'd prefer not to. We should." He sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat. He really did just want to spend time with you after lunch yesterday. But he knew what was best. And as much as he would prefer being with just you, Childe was his friend.
You quickly took a picture of the slide before it was changed, and started to take a few quick notes. “Good! I’ll message him and ask where he is.” You picked up your phone and did so. “If he doesn’t reply… Maybe his car?” You questioned, pondering where he would be.
Scaramouche shrugged, thinking of the possible places. “He probably went to get food before lunch for us three. He did say he wanted to eat with us.” Scaramouche put down his pen and started to pack his things. Lunch was about to start anyways.
“True. But he wanted to take us to the mall. Where else could he go?” You sighed, not getting a reply from him from all the spam you had sent. “Hopefully he’s just in his car.” You started to pack your items as well, ignoring the teacher rambling about how the bell doesn’t dismiss you.
Scaramouche slung his bag over his shoulder, and picked up his phone. “Let’s go. Before we get sent to the Principal's office.” He offered his hand but soon pulled away, realizing that no one else had known. He wanted to keep it like that for as long as he possibly could.
You nodded and stood up. You smoothed out your clothes quickly and grabbed your own bag and phone. “Hm, Y’know. Childe doesn’t seem the type to be so attached to his car. Are you sure he even came to school today?” You questioned your boyfriend.
Scaramouche merely nodded. He did share a morning class with him, and Childe was there. So it was weird not to see him in Science. “Probably just wanted to skip. You know how he is.” Scaramouche sighed, struggling to weave through the crowds of students, often bumping into another.
You shrugged and walked along, settling into the comfortable silence between you and Scaramouche. You gave it some thought while you two walked to the parking lot. It wasn’t unusual for Childe to skip class, it was just weird for him to do it when you guys had plans.
“There's his car. You think he’s in there?” You questioned, pointing to Childe's car. You hoped he had just gone to get food. You didn’t wait for Scaramouche to answer, and instead ran up to Childe’s car. You looked through the window and smiled. He was there!
“Look! He’s in here!” You smiled and knocked on the window, trying to get his attention. He looked to be asleep. “I think he fell asleep.” You laughed and tried to open the door. It was unlocked.
“Didn’t even lock the door?” Scaramouche mumbled, standing next to you to gain access to Childe’s sleeping body. “We should ditch him.” He laughed and flicked Childe's forehead.
You shook your head and swatted Scaramouche’s hand, glaring at him slightly. “We should wake him up. He wanted to eat lunch with us.” You retorted, leaning over Childe to wake him up. “Childe, wake up.” You shook him gently, soon resorting to swatting him a few times.
Eventually, he woke up and rubbed his eyes. “I fell asleep…in my car?” He whined quietly and sat up. “Is it lunchtime already?” He asked, moving to sit up properly.
Scaramouche nodded and leaned against the backseat door. “Yeah. We came here to find you for lunch.” He crossed his arms and turned his head to face the two of you.
Childe perked up, smiling at the two of you. “I made us food! Well, I ordered it. And I want to go somewhere with you guys!” He reached into the back and pulled out a basket.
You gasped and smiled, looking between the ginger and your boyfriend. “A picnic? Wait but what about class-”
“We’re skipping!” Childe cut you off and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the car and now, on his lap.
Scaramouche scoffed and shook his head. He opened the door he was leaning on and got in. “I’m not arguing with you today.”
You climbed over Childe and sat in the passenger seat. “Where are we going then? And whatcha get us?” You questioned, turning around to try to sneak a peek at the basket.
“Gotta wait till we get there to find out.” Childe said, starting up his car. He put his seatbelt on and looked between you and Scaramouche, making sure you had done the same. He smiled and turned ahead, setting his right hand on the wheel and the other on the gear shift. “Don’t worry, I’ll have all of us back here by our next class.” Childe winked at you and pulled out of the parking lot.
You rolled your eyes and laughed at him. “I’ll hold you to it then.” You reached over and punched Childe's arm moments before he had turned onto the road.
“I won’t help with your homework if we’re late.” Scaramouche chimed in, pressing his finger to the back of Childe’s neck. “Got that?” He added.
Childe nodded and chuckled. He turned up the volume to his speakers and held out his phone for either you or Scaramouche. “One of you play some music, it’s too quiet in here.”
You hummed and snatched the phone, putting on an album before setting it down again.
You groaned as you stepped out of the car, stretching your arms up high. “You wanted to eat our food…at the river?” You questioned, turning to look at Childe.
He got out, opened the car door for Scaramouche, and took the basket from him. He nodded and closed the car door. “Yep. Away from all the other students, and not many people come over here anyways.” He walked over to you with Scaramouche.
“Didn’t think you’d pick this place.” Scaramouche commented, patting his friend on the back. “Now, you going to tell us what’s in the basket?” He asked, dropping his hand down to the said item, eager to eat what was inside.
Childe pulled the basket closer to his body, hiding its contents from either of you. “No! You have to wait.” He held it up higher and out of reach from Scaramouche. “Look, there are tables over there.” Childe pointed ahead of the group and ran ahead, cautious to not throw around the basket.
You cheered with your arms up in the air, chasing after Childe. “Food!” You ran past him and sat down at the table, eagerly waiting for him and Scaramouche to arrive.
“Calm down calm down. We can eat now.” Childe laughed and set the basket down, sitting across from you. “Here, open and look now.”
Scaramouche sat down and reached over, opening the basket and pulling out the to-go containers of food. “Sweet.” He said and opened them, grabbing some of the plastic utensils in the basket.
You did the same and smiled happily. “Thanks Childe!” You happily dug into your food.
“Yeah, thanks.” Scaramouche dug in, a small smile plastered on his face. He could get used to being treated like this by Childe.
Childe waved off your guys’ gratitude and pulled out his container of food and utensils, happily eating his food.
After some time of silence and eating, Scaramouche spoke up with a near-full mouth of food. “So, class starts in twenty minutes, and it took us fifteen to get here.” He paused and swallowed his food. “You sure we will have enough time to get back?”
Childe shrugged and swallowed his bite of food before speaking. “We’ll be late by a few minutes, who cares?” He laughed and waved Scaramouche off.
“Hm, if it’s a few minutes, it won’t hurt too much.” You shrugged, pushing away your now empty food container. “It’ll be okay Scaramouche.” You poked his sides, making him jump slightly.
Scaramouche huffed and quickly finished the last few bites of his food. “Pass me your keys, I’ll drive.” He held out his hand and stood up. “You can eat on the way back.”
Childe handed over the keys and stood up, grabbing his basket and signaling you two to grab your trash. The two of you did and walked off the car, ready to head back to school to not miss your class.
“Hm, can we do this again tomorrow?” Childe asked.
“No.” You both responded at the same time. You wanted your peaceful staircase lunch.