Summers'son 6.5?
May. 20th, 2011 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rallamajoopSo just for the record, the feedback on the last chapter of that ridiculous little high-school AU fic I've been writing basically went and made my month. :3 (Yes, I know a dozen comments is small change in a lot of the big fandoms. Shush, I'm enjoying my moderate-to-low expectations over here.) Next chapter is off to a good start but still a way from done thus far. In the meantime, for those who missed it there was a sort of an extra bit that I wrote on the fly and posted in the comments of the last chapter, and an extra--extra epilogue-thing under the cut below. It didn't quite fit into the last chapter, and it would be even more out of place in the next, but I liked the idea of writing for Terry again too much to leave it out altogether so here it is (unbetaed and a little rough but probably still relatively readable).
The day after, he runs into Theresa on his way into school.
“Wade's in a good mood this morning,” she comments, in a pointedly off-hand way that suggests she's already guessed this is somehow his fault, and Nathan can think of no reason to deny it.
“I asked him out.” He can't help smiling so he doesn't try; he's just simplified his whole tumultuous confession to Wade down to four inadequate words, but the joy of it is that under all the complications it really can be that simple.
Theresa arches an eyebrow at him. “I thought you said you weren't into boys.”
“I never actually said that,” Nathan points out, “you just assumed.”
“Alright, smart alec, what ever happened to waiting until he got over you as he got to know you better?”
Nathan shrugs. “I guess I got to know him better.”
Theresa shakes her head and lets out an awkward laugh that doesn't quite mask the fact she's finding their happiness a little infectious. “You realise he's going to be insufferable now. I'm going to have to watch him struggling not to blow the story to the whole school every time you're in the same room together. We already talked about Wade's relationship with subtlety.”
“I wouldn't mind if he did.” Maybe Nathan's being foolish, he doesn't get the whole issue people here have with same sex couples the way Wade does, but he's got more than his share of secrets weighing on his mind, and to have just one chance to properly scandalise this mundane school world that runs on popularity cliques and bad cafeteria food – that is undeniably appealing.
Theresa wrinkles her nose; Nathan catches her thinking that she'd be asking what Wade had slipped into his drink if she hadn't been firmly convinced they were both lost causes. “Christ, you really are in love with him, aren't you?”
“Maybe a little,” says Nathan. He's grinning like an idiot and he still doesn't care.
“Hey Nate, think fast!” Wade hollers, behind him, and Nathan turns just in time to catch a projectile aimed at his head. Wade whistles appreciatively. “Nice catch!”
Nathan glances at what he's caught – it's a softball and it's got someone's initials on it, neither of which are 'W'. He tosses it back. “Right, nothing like a guy with good reflexes when you need to get rid of stolen property in a hurry, is there?”
“Aw, Nate, you know me better than that, I wouldn't go and accessorise you by telling you about it!”
“Always so thoughtful.” It would seem like a much stranger exchange to be having with Wade if he didn't have Wade's internal monologue to confirm that Wade's doing it on purpose, because he knows otherwise they're just going to end up grinning at each other stupidly again right here in the hallway and everyone is going to know they kinda-sorta had sex last night. Psychic sex. Really amazing psychic sex. Maybe they could have more tonight...
Theresa rolls her eyes and leaves them to it.
The day after, he runs into Theresa on his way into school.
“Wade's in a good mood this morning,” she comments, in a pointedly off-hand way that suggests she's already guessed this is somehow his fault, and Nathan can think of no reason to deny it.
“I asked him out.” He can't help smiling so he doesn't try; he's just simplified his whole tumultuous confession to Wade down to four inadequate words, but the joy of it is that under all the complications it really can be that simple.
Theresa arches an eyebrow at him. “I thought you said you weren't into boys.”
“I never actually said that,” Nathan points out, “you just assumed.”
“Alright, smart alec, what ever happened to waiting until he got over you as he got to know you better?”
Nathan shrugs. “I guess I got to know him better.”
Theresa shakes her head and lets out an awkward laugh that doesn't quite mask the fact she's finding their happiness a little infectious. “You realise he's going to be insufferable now. I'm going to have to watch him struggling not to blow the story to the whole school every time you're in the same room together. We already talked about Wade's relationship with subtlety.”
“I wouldn't mind if he did.” Maybe Nathan's being foolish, he doesn't get the whole issue people here have with same sex couples the way Wade does, but he's got more than his share of secrets weighing on his mind, and to have just one chance to properly scandalise this mundane school world that runs on popularity cliques and bad cafeteria food – that is undeniably appealing.
Theresa wrinkles her nose; Nathan catches her thinking that she'd be asking what Wade had slipped into his drink if she hadn't been firmly convinced they were both lost causes. “Christ, you really are in love with him, aren't you?”
“Maybe a little,” says Nathan. He's grinning like an idiot and he still doesn't care.
“Hey Nate, think fast!” Wade hollers, behind him, and Nathan turns just in time to catch a projectile aimed at his head. Wade whistles appreciatively. “Nice catch!”
Nathan glances at what he's caught – it's a softball and it's got someone's initials on it, neither of which are 'W'. He tosses it back. “Right, nothing like a guy with good reflexes when you need to get rid of stolen property in a hurry, is there?”
“Aw, Nate, you know me better than that, I wouldn't go and accessorise you by telling you about it!”
“Always so thoughtful.” It would seem like a much stranger exchange to be having with Wade if he didn't have Wade's internal monologue to confirm that Wade's doing it on purpose, because he knows otherwise they're just going to end up grinning at each other stupidly again right here in the hallway and everyone is going to know they kinda-sorta had sex last night. Psychic sex. Really amazing psychic sex. Maybe they could have more tonight...
Theresa rolls her eyes and leaves them to it.