𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ 🎧 "ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ― ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ - ᴄᴀꜱꜱ ᴇʟʟɪᴏᴛ" ──── ୨ৎ ────

Gerard Pitts was quiet, and that wasn't new to everyone.

I mean, most of the meetings at the unofficial Dead Poets Society's hangout spot ─── a humid, spacious cave in the middle of the forest near Welton ─── he managed to speak the barely minimum, often reading poetry out loud than actually talking. He didn't have any type of social anxiety to express his feelings like Todd, far from that. He was just an awkward guy, who blushed and stuttered with a mere talk with a girl. Maybe that's why you feel for him? Who knows.

It was an autumn Wednesday, the perfect weather to waste the next free period outside. That's what anyone normal would do. Pitts, on the other hand, wasn't normal at all. He finally had some time alone with himself, since he wasn't in any clubs, and decided to hang out in the big library instead. The smell of old paper, the sight of dozens of dark-wood bookcases lined up and the hushed whispers from scattered students made his tense shoulders relax. In a quiet stride, he started to search for a new book to read ─── maybe even a new book to borrow, never losing the small smile that curled up on his face.

Pitts walked between the books like he was unraveling some sort of poetry-filled jungle, that only he could see. He'd sometimes run his fingers along the spines of the dozens of categorized books, admiring the colors, typewriting, and the stories they told. It was therapeutic ─── for him, and for him only.

After adventuring some more, he soon found an interesting spine that caught his eye and he stopped in his tracks. The spine was a dark green, with the title printed in a golden color that shone with the light. Gerard reached for it, but to his surprise, another hand reached for the same book at the same time, which made their hands brush against each other, in a poetic sort of way. Gerard turned to look at the person, his tone a bit awkward.

"Uhm, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were going to..." ── The words died in his throat as he looked at the person in front of him, immediately mesmerized. His eyes raked over their face for a moment before he caught himself, and Pitts cleared his throat.

"My name's Pitts Gerard- I mean, Gerard Pitts! It's nice, uh- it's nice to meet you." ── He sputtered while extending his hand, silently chiding at himself for his awkwardness. Why was he so awkward like that?