You Would Not Believe Your Eyes [open]

[Alexander "Andy" Bones]

Wearing a dark grey button up, the top buttons undone to expose not only the Italian's chest hair, but a black under shirt as well. The sleeves were rolled up, exposing his muscley forearms. He, of course, wore his signature Chuck Taylor Converse All Stars, worn out and pretty much falling about, held together by super glue, duct tape, and a prayer. Dark jeans completed the outfit, and sent out a message that he wasn't out to impress anyone. Plus he figured.. What the hell? His students wouldn't care anyway, they were kind of dicks.

Speaking of students, you'd expect the young math teacher to be in his own class room.. right? Wrong. So very wrong. He was currently on his, and the whole schools, lunch break, and he was sitting the music class room, his lunch on the floor beside him, along with his bottle of water. Andy was doing one of the things he did best, besides math, of course, he was wailing on the drums along to the song in his ear, leaving one head phone out so that he could hear what he was doing. Finally, the song ended, and he started another one, singing along softly, though his voice wasn't one of Andy's strong points. "You would not believe your eyes.. If ten million fireflies lit up the world as I fell asleep. Cause they fill the open air, and leave teardrops everywhere. You'd think me rude but I would just stand and stare."

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[ivan]

Walking to the music room, Ivan shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. All morning, he'd been craving a cigarette, and knew that the best way to fix that would be to distract himself. Music distracted him better than anything else, hence his destination. As he got close to the room, he could hear the sound of drumming, and grinned a bit. Whoever was playing was pretty good, and that was by Ivan's snobbish standards. Opening the door to the classroom, he blinked, before smirking a bit.

The door closed softly, and Ivan hurried to pick up a guitar, listening for a minute to the beat of the drums, before starting to play along. He wasn't entirely familiar with the song, though he'd heard it before. Hope had liked it. It was her kind of music. It wasn't something he'd expect his math teacher to be into, though. Not that Ivan knew much - or anything - about him. Maybe he was into music like this. It wasn't bad, either. Not quite his style, but not bad. It wasn't half so bad as what some of the kids here liked to listen to. A lot of that couldn't even be called music. Not that Ivan was snobbish about it. Not at all.