Post by Ivan Braginsky on Feb 14, 2014 17:01:15 GMT -5
School dragged each day, though there was always something to make it feel worthwhile -- even if it had to be personally sought. One student who didn't ever bother with complaining about classes made his way through with a positive aura, soaking in any and all rumors to make something optimistic out of them. Ivan carried optimism with him about any matter, which undoubtedly went noticed by others who saw him. He passed numerous faces through all the school hallways; faces he recognized and would see again at a later date, others he didn't often remember, and most of which were incapable of making him feel all giddy and fluttery on the inside. After all, none were quite like the face of a boisterous American boy he would always hope to see.
Now that the month of February was creeping along, it was only suitable that there was a high feeling of love and affection in the air as well. Some embraced it just as others shunned it, while Ivan was often prone to feeling envy toward those who shared it. At least he had begun to find a way around that, even if he still wished he could have the confirmed relationship that some others had already. Of course, that was enough to set his determination off -- he should have no trouble getting himself what-- well, who he wants.
He knew a lot of things about Alfred already, one of those being where his locker was. And how to get into it. He made sure the blond was not in sight when he made his way down the hallway at this hour, since any other witnesses didn't matter quite as much. A soft hum went with him, drowned out by the sound of other voices and generic sounds of passing students and nearby classrooms. Ivan stopped just in front of the absent American's locker, handling the lock to craftily get it opened. He looked down at the heart-shaped piece of paper he had in his hand, wondering whether he should leave it inside or if he should just have taped it to the front of the locker... well, he wouldn't want anyone rudely taking it down, so hiding it would be best. The paper was thick like crafting paper, fittingly red and with a small chocolate taped on its surface. He left it anonymous, even making sure to write Alfred rather than Fredka so as to not make himself obvious. Compliments were written here and there in his possibly recognizable handwriting, but he didn't worry about that part.
He placed the card down somewhere it would be noticed, slammed the locker shut and bounded away as if that had been his regular business. His face glowed just as it had before this plan went underway, though now he was going to keep himself lurking around a corner to see if Alfred would ever come by and see it. By the time hallway passing time was over, surely he would have to get into his locker at some point.