Well this is a Struggle [Closed]

Why Rose volunteered to help out with this she will never know.. She was supposed to help clean some stuff in some of the classrooms. Well it was offered to her, and she accepted because the person who offered her this said it might take her mind off some of the bad things and prevent her from going backwards with her progress. So he she was in one of the cleaning supply closest searching for some cleaner for the boards that the teachers wrote on. Why they didn't have it in the classrooms she would never know.

Her brown eyes scanned the various objects and supplies in the closet searching for the thing she was looking for. Finally she saw what she was looking for. She removed one of her hands from the bottom of her sweater and reached up for the object only to discover she couldn't reach it, at all. A frown formed on her face as she lowered her hand and looked around for something to stand on, but she couldn't find anything. She looked back to the cleaner, got up on her tippy toes and reached for it again, but she still couldn't reach it.

It had been the first time he ever experienced this. Farkas had free time. Up until now his life had consisted of school, work, and taking care of mother. He never complained, and he was rather content with the routine, but he couldn't deny the longing for a moment to himself. With a notebook clutched close to his chest, the boy wandered the halls after class was finished. There wasn't a person in sight. Thank goodness.

Opening the page to a quick sketch of a treble staff, his finger drifted along the various notes and the words that corresponded with them. He had discovered the ease of learning English through songs of his own making. After the many months he had been at this school, the green-haired boy had become quite comfortable with the language. Although he was still no expert.

The small sound of someone struggling caught his attention as he passed by one of the janitor's closets on his way to the music studio. Stopping in front of the door, his blue-green eyes glanced at a small girl dancing on her toes to grab something on one of the taller shelves. Farkas' heart skipped a beat. Though he couldn't see her face from behind, he could imagine the look of determination and frustration she must have had. The way she attempted to grab something far out of her reach, however simple it might seem to others, made the boy blush. It was so adorable.

Tugging at his shirt collar and adjusting his sweater vest, the Spring nervously walked into the closet. "H-here..." he whispered, easily leaning over her and grabbing what he assumed she was wanting. Small beads of sweat started to form on his neck as his looked down at the girl. He knew her from somewhere... Didn't he? Yet it wasn't her recognizable face that caused the red on his face to grow. The pair were in a small, confined area, with her backed up against the wall and him leaning over her dainty form.

Rose stiffened slightly as soon as she heard someone approach her. She watched as a hand grabbed the cleaner she was reaching for. She turned to look up at the boy who grabbed it for her, her eyes widening as she did so. "T-thanks.." She said, unable to keep herself from stuttering. They were too close.. and in such a small space. Her face was growing red. She couldn't deal with this. Who knows what would happen if she remained in this place with him like this.. She didn't want to find out even if the boy was familiar.

She took the object from the boy, and headed for the door only to stop an watch as it closed, and clicked in place. No. Please no.. She thought to herself. She quickly approached the door and tugged on the handle trying to get the door to budge, but it wouldn't. They were stuck. Her eyes widened in terror. She was trapped in a space with a guy.. This was like those five years all over again.. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. What was she going to do?

Farkas slowly nodded at her thanks. Shuffling against the wall so she could slip past, he tugged at the collar of his shirt again, cursing how tight it seemed to become. Loosening the top button, he let out a shaky breath of relief. Noticing the strangling feeling from his tie as well, the boy quickly pulled at the knot, giving his neck more room. Turning to follow her out of the closet, he froze when he saw her giggling the door knob.

That was when everything went to hell.

The Spring's eyes grew wide as the severity of the situation clicked in. It was already embarrassing enough being so close to such a small, cute girl, but now he was stuck in a confined space with her. Farkas had never been good at talking with girls, let alone approaching them. He had thought helping the brunette grab what she needed was enough progress for one day. This was... This was too much. He stood up straight, only to knock his head off of the low hanging light. A small sound of pain escaped his lips before he took a step away from Rose.

Ignoring the pressure he felt in his head and spine as he pressed his back into the shelves behind him, the boy immediately began to quiver. As he stood, blushing, shaking, and staring at the girl, small flowers began to sprout in his long hair. "W-W-Wh-What d-do w-w-we do?" he stuttered, his gaze trailing up to look at the ceiling. Don't look down. Don't look down, he told himself. Who knows what strange thoughts would pop into his head if he looked at her any longer. They were in a closet after all, and although he considered himself a gentleman, Farkas couldn't deny his teenage boy thoughts.

Rose didn't turn to face him. She couldn't. She would rather stay by the door, maybe she could get the attention if someone walked by.. but at this time there wasn't really anyone in the building except maybe for a few students and the janitors. Who knows what time one of them would come by? She shook her head, and tried the door knob again. Why? Why wouldn't it budge? Couldn't it see that they both needed to get out of here?

The spring girl was shaking. She was trying so hard to keep her gift from activating due to her panic. All it wanted to do was protect her but nothing happened besides being trapped in a closet. "I.... I-I... I d-don't kn-now." She said with more stutters in her speech than usual. God she was sounding like she did a long time ago. She mentally cursed herself for stuttering so much, but with the situation she was in.. she couldn't exactly help it. They could shout for help.. or they could wait but who knows who would get the wrong idea. She didn't need to deal with this.. She didn't want to deal with this.. "I-I r-real-lly don't...... know.." She slowed down her speech to keep herself from stuttering. She didn't need to stutter.

"W-We h-ha-have to d-do so-somethi-ng t-t-to get out..." Farkas stumbled, scratching the back of his neck. He had his vines, but he could only grow them, not control them. She had, well, whatever gift she had, but seeing her panic in such a way told her she was probably as hopeless as him.

"S-Should we s-sh-shout?" He couldn't think of anything to do in the moment, and imagining waiting till someone came upon them made him all the more nervous.

Rose hands fumbled together and then moved to her sweater. She wasn't aware of the plants growing off of Farkas at the moment. She was doing her best to stay focused on the door and not give any pain to the boy who was trapped in the room with her. "I... I g-guess..." It was about the only thing they could do besides sit any wait. "C-can.. can you d=do it?" She asked the spring boy.