Can't Seem to Stop

Orwell Brocken

Eco-Anarchist & Activist
 
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OOC First Name
Emzies
Blood Status
Mixed Blood
Relationship Status
Interested in Somebody
Sexual Orientation
Destroying Capitalism
Wand
Knotted 14" Sturdy Pear Wand with Unicorn Hair Core
Age
12/2024 (37)
It was Christmas Eve morning, but this fact ultimately meant nothing to the Ravenclaw teen as he stood in the garden outside his best friend's house, and more that it just being christmas eve it was Orwell's fifteenth birthday and he and Archie had just arrived here after spending a little bit of time within Orwell's community. It had been a nerve racking thing showing Archie his old life, he had never been so afraid of anything than when he had welcomed Archie to his home so afraid the other boy would hate it or think less of him because of it, showing where he'd grown up before Hogwarts, to his old school house, his old classmates, the man he had apprenticed under and whom he'd be learning under now had he remained in the community since most real education stopped at about fourteen, attending Hogwarts allowed Orwell much more time to learn what he wanted even if he didn't like the way classes were run, the early mornings, the uniform or the need for exams, he was thankful to the school. The teen had shown Archie the places he used to go to hang out, the old waterfall, and all the little creatures of the area, he'd shown him the house he'd helped build, and shown him just about everything that had been his life, and really still was.

Orwell had introduced Archie to his parents, to the others in the community who he would credit with helping raise him, his birthday had been mentioned during these introductions as an off handed comment by one of the people in the community, who was trying to remember when it was, which seemed to spur his parents into remembering that it was actually happening soon, and it had been the first time that Orwell had explained to Archie that he'd never celebrated his birthday, that he was wished a happy birthday by people who remembered but that was about the extent of it really, never had he ever been given anything, or received special treatment because of the day, when there was still rife oppression in the world and the continuing destruction of the planet by capitalism, his birthday didn't matter, why should he celebrate when others were still suffering, though Orwell had always wanted something for his birthday, reading the muggle books where birthdays were such a huge deal had made him long for at least a gift on just one of his birthdays. But, pushing aside his thoughts about the birthday, which he felt he'd dealt with pretty well when telling Archie, all in all, Orwell thought the trip to his home community had gone well, though he imagined that Archie was pretty pleased to be back in his civilisation with the prospect of a proper bed.

The teen had been wished a happy birthday from his dad as they'd left, his mother had been busy and it was all the teen had expected from the day, Archie had of course wished him a happy birthday when they'd woken up that morning and small excited happy birthday and Orwell so pleased his friend had remembered had just hugged him tightly in thanks, feeling that was more than enough for him, he didn't need anything else from the day, and knowing that they were going to Archie's had been good for the currently pink haired teen. He couldn't wait to see the ocean again, he couldn't wait to touch the sand again, and to challenge Archie to another sandcastle contest. He was happy to be spending this day with Archie and just his company would be enough to make the teen happy on this day which just happened to be his birthday, so as soon as they'd arrived the teen had smiled at his friend, his hand was in Archie's, as they made their way into the house, it was not overly early, but Orwell was leaning against Archie slightly, like they did sometimes when going to class, and this meant that Orwell entered the house just a moment after Archie did, and was very surprised at the sight which greeted them, which caused Orwell to almost burst with joy, and to actually burst into tears.
 
Archie had always been a confident boy. Sure of himself and his abilities, diving head first into things with enthusiasm and no traces of prior planning or even a second thought knowing that if he failed the first time or even the fifth time, he could try again. His confidence was a trait he prided himself on. Because plenty, though not all of the people he had met in his fourteen years were shy, unnassuming, cautious or on some sort of variation in between and he was proud that he was neither of those things. He had an ability to jump into things without asking questions for the sake of finding out the answers along the way, and for the sake of suceeding however more often than not he failed and the journey was all he had to hold as an accomplishment. He liked being able to make the most of his confidence, and he liked that he rarely experienced anxiety and was only barely affected by it if he was affected by it at all. Archie did not feel anxious visiting Brock's community for the first time. Nor did he feel anxious when meeting Brock's parents, or the other people Brock considered to be family like he thought he would, and he certainly did not feel anxious when helping out in the community and following their belief system in spite of the fact he had no idea what he was doing.

But what had caused him to feel anxious from his head to his toes, was the surprise party he had planned for Brock. It was a last minute party, and a party that Archie did not expect to come to fruition because he had only learned Brock's birthday two days ago and was forced to organize it through sending sneaky owls between helping in the community during the day and snuggling Brock for warmth at night. Given the circumstances, Archie did not know how or if he managed to keep this party a secret or at least hide his suspicious behavior during the past two days but he was optimistic that the last letter he received from Amity before leaving the community had given him some confirmation the party was good to go. That confirmation and the optimisim he felt, of course, did nothing to stop the unfamiliar feeling of anxiety taking over his body, and as he strolled up the path trying to ignore how sweaty his palms were and how obvious it would have been with one of his hands clasped firmly to Orwell's hand he only felt more anxious instead of comforted like holding hands with his best friend usually made him feel. He was anxious that the last minute plans he had attempted to make had fallen through and Orwell would not experience the birthday he deserved after having never celebrated his birthday before. Archie was both shocked and horrified when he learned that his best friend of all time, the one person he loved more than anyone else in the world had never had a birthday party. He felt that it was his duty to make up for the birthdays Orwell had without a party, and the party he hoped was waiting behind the front door of his house was his attempt at making it up.

Archie swallowed the lump in his throat and attempted to ignore his heart thumping violently in his chest as he lifted his hand to the front door so he could open it and walk inside, where all his anxieties were dissolved when he was greeted with the sight of his sisters and mum wearing party hats in front of a background of party decorations, streamers and confetti. The sight brought a toothy grin to his face and caused him to turn back to Orwell and shout in the most excited tone he could muster. "SURPRISE!" He captured his best friend in a hug, squeezing him with all his might, picking him up from the ground and spinning before putting him down and placing a kiss to his temple as he pulled away. "Happy Birthday, Brock. You deserve it."


this is lame and it took wayyy too long i'm so sorry​
 
Having never celebrated a birthday before, just getting more than a warm wish was completely obscure to him, so upon entering the house and just seeing before him the decorations, the streamers and confetti and he couldn't imagine anyone doing that for him, and yet here it was before, he had never thought he'd ever get a birthday, but he was getting one. He was stood with Archie by his side who had clearly quickly planned this and he just felt so overwhelmed with so many good emotions over such an effort being made, no one had ever made such an effort for him, his community just didn't and he was fine with that, but this was incredible to him. He couldn't believe this was currently happening, and before he could really react the boy was captured in a hug by his best friend and was easily lifted off his feet and spun in a circle, the teen just wrapped his arms around his friend and pretty much buried his face into the other boy's shoulder unsure how to really express his gratitude over all that had been done for him, Orwell couldn't even find the words to really say how happy and good this made him, he didn't have the words to describe how good it made him feel, it just was all he had ever secretly wanted from at least one birthday and Archie had gone above and beyond in all of this.

Being placed back down on the floor and he lifted his head to look at Archie as he kissed his temple and then wished him a happy birthday, much like he'd already done so that morning, but it was different there was so much weight in this he didn't even know how to react. He tried to get out some words, his face feeling like it was going to be over stretched with how much he was smiling and he just wrapped his arms around his best friend unable to stop the happy tears which fell from his eyes, he just didn't know why this was all happening, everything was just so perfect and his friend had gone to so much effort, he loved him so much, "Thank you," he told him, muffled into the taller man's shoulder with a laughing sob, he just didn't understand why this was happening, he didn't understand his tears, "I love you so much," he back away from the hug, with tears still running down his face as he whispered the words only for Archie, "Thanks guys," he told the rest of the room as he wiped the tears away from his eyes, but it wasn't working too well the tears fell quicker than he could stop them. Archie lead him by the hand further into the house to the main living area and on the table sat food and presents.

"All this?" he asked turning back to the Renner family with a look of disbelief, "But, I didn't need anything," he told them, "I hope you didn't give too much money to the capitalists," he added half joking with them, he really hoped that they hadn't spent much money on him, but he was trying to make light of it, he picked on of the books up in his hands and turned it over, looking at the neat wrapping, and feeling the weight of it in his hands, "Can I?" he asked, essentially wanting to open the present but not knowing if he was allowed to yet.
 

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