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rainbowfic2012-02-05 09:45 am
geena) wrote in rainbowfic2012-02-05 09:45 am
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Heart Gold 4
Author: geena
Color: Heart Gold 4. Love is patient, love is kind. - Corinthians
Styles and Supplies: Acrylic (Impromptu) and feathers (Your character is ashamed).
Word Count: 546
Rating: PG-13 (for homophobic language)
Story: _____; the title of this story is Spanish Lessons.
Summary: The introduction of Jason and everything he brings with him.
Notes: This takes place long before most of the rest of the story has been posted. Roughly in the time frame a few months after Broken Spell and a few months before Dreams of Indiana. Trigger warning for homophobic language.
***
He meets Jason just outside the school, leaning against the front wall while he waits for her to arrive. He’s pretending to read from his Spanish textbook, idly flipping through the pages with one eye on the parking lot, when a boy suddenly joins him and sinks onto the pavement at his feet.
“Hey,” he says, glancing up. “How’s it going, I’m Jason.”
He’s momentarily struck by the sharp contrast of jutting cheekbones and soft skin, fumbling with his own name and introductions. When silence settles over them once more, he frantically searches for a new topic. “Are you, uh, new? I don’t think--”
Jason laughs. “New? No, unfortunately. I’ve been wasting away in this town like everyone else.” He cocks his head. “I’ve seen you around before. You’re a year younger, right?”
“I guess.” He fingers the loose hem of his hoodie.
“Spanish?” Jason jerks a thumb in the direction of the textbook. “Took that last year, you wouldn’t believe how fucking glad I was to be done. Talk about a bore.”
“Oh, I don’t know, it’s--”
“I think someone wants you.” In unison, they turn toward the parking lot where she stands, waving and calling. His stomach sinks.
“Oh. Yeah. I should-- see you around?” And if he’s just a little bit too hopeful, well, Jason doesn’t seem to notice.
“Sure, of course.” Jason tips his head back against the wall, stretching his legs out in front of him. “If you’re here tomorrow morning, I’ll bring my old Spanish notes-- there’s some halfway decent stuff in there.”
A smile creeps across his face. “Yeah, all right. Thanks, man. See you tomorrow.”
His steps are lighter for the rest of the day.
***
They fool around, from time to time. No one knows, not even her, and that secrecy seems to intensify the entire affair. Hiding in his bedroom with the door firmly closed, nothing else matters but the two of them, their hots kisses and even hotter touches.
He tries to convince himself that he’s not falling.
“You don’t have to leave,” he ventures one afternoon, seconds after Jason’s rolled out of the bed to sweep up his clothes from the floor. “You could, uh, stay. If you want.”
Jason visibly tenses. “Stay?”
“Yeah,” he agrees, though he’s starting to regret having said anything in the first place. “We could have a pizza or something. Watch a movie, maybe talk--”
“Talk?” Jason eyes him critically, mouth twisted in some undefined expression. “Seriously? What, are you a faggot?”
He shatters. “W-what?”
Pulling his jeans on, Jason laughs and shakes his head. “We’re just having some fun, fuck. I mean, do I look like I’m gay to you?” He drapes his shirt over his arm, striding toward the door. “I got to go, I’m meeting Melanie in a few hours. Look, I’ll call you tomorrow or something, we can hang.”
For a full twenty minutes after Jason’s departure, he struggles to breathe around the weight settling in his chest. Eventually, he finds the phone and dials her number automatically. “Come over,” he pleads. “Just come over now.”
He thinks he’s made a mistake.
***
geenaColor: Heart Gold 4. Love is patient, love is kind. - Corinthians
Styles and Supplies: Acrylic (Impromptu) and feathers (Your character is ashamed).
Word Count: 546
Rating: PG-13 (for homophobic language)
Story: _____; the title of this story is Spanish Lessons.
Summary: The introduction of Jason and everything he brings with him.
Notes: This takes place long before most of the rest of the story has been posted. Roughly in the time frame a few months after Broken Spell and a few months before Dreams of Indiana. Trigger warning for homophobic language.
***
He meets Jason just outside the school, leaning against the front wall while he waits for her to arrive. He’s pretending to read from his Spanish textbook, idly flipping through the pages with one eye on the parking lot, when a boy suddenly joins him and sinks onto the pavement at his feet.
“Hey,” he says, glancing up. “How’s it going, I’m Jason.”
He’s momentarily struck by the sharp contrast of jutting cheekbones and soft skin, fumbling with his own name and introductions. When silence settles over them once more, he frantically searches for a new topic. “Are you, uh, new? I don’t think--”
Jason laughs. “New? No, unfortunately. I’ve been wasting away in this town like everyone else.” He cocks his head. “I’ve seen you around before. You’re a year younger, right?”
“I guess.” He fingers the loose hem of his hoodie.
“Spanish?” Jason jerks a thumb in the direction of the textbook. “Took that last year, you wouldn’t believe how fucking glad I was to be done. Talk about a bore.”
“Oh, I don’t know, it’s--”
“I think someone wants you.” In unison, they turn toward the parking lot where she stands, waving and calling. His stomach sinks.
“Oh. Yeah. I should-- see you around?” And if he’s just a little bit too hopeful, well, Jason doesn’t seem to notice.
“Sure, of course.” Jason tips his head back against the wall, stretching his legs out in front of him. “If you’re here tomorrow morning, I’ll bring my old Spanish notes-- there’s some halfway decent stuff in there.”
A smile creeps across his face. “Yeah, all right. Thanks, man. See you tomorrow.”
His steps are lighter for the rest of the day.
***
They fool around, from time to time. No one knows, not even her, and that secrecy seems to intensify the entire affair. Hiding in his bedroom with the door firmly closed, nothing else matters but the two of them, their hots kisses and even hotter touches.
He tries to convince himself that he’s not falling.
“You don’t have to leave,” he ventures one afternoon, seconds after Jason’s rolled out of the bed to sweep up his clothes from the floor. “You could, uh, stay. If you want.”
Jason visibly tenses. “Stay?”
“Yeah,” he agrees, though he’s starting to regret having said anything in the first place. “We could have a pizza or something. Watch a movie, maybe talk--”
“Talk?” Jason eyes him critically, mouth twisted in some undefined expression. “Seriously? What, are you a faggot?”
He shatters. “W-what?”
Pulling his jeans on, Jason laughs and shakes his head. “We’re just having some fun, fuck. I mean, do I look like I’m gay to you?” He drapes his shirt over his arm, striding toward the door. “I got to go, I’m meeting Melanie in a few hours. Look, I’ll call you tomorrow or something, we can hang.”
For a full twenty minutes after Jason’s departure, he struggles to breathe around the weight settling in his chest. Eventually, he finds the phone and dials her number automatically. “Come over,” he pleads. “Just come over now.”
He thinks he’s made a mistake.
***