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rainbowfic2013-09-21 06:57 pm
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Stars and Stripes 5, Glitter 19, Nile Green 20: Passing Notes
Author: Kat
Title: Passing Notes
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Stars and stripes 5 (“Equations are the devil's sentences.”), glitter 19 (Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered. - Pal Joey), nile green 20 (Papyrus) with shadowsong's paint-by-numbers (Creativity is a prerequisite for successful notepassing in class)
Supplies and Materials: Canvas (Jack and Felix are in college), illustration, stickers (Emperor penguins can hold their breath for 15 minutes and dive 1,700 feet deep.), oils (at a loss for words), brush (acquiesce), novelty beads (Don't look at me, I just know stuff.).
Word Count: 697
Rating: G
Summary: Jack tries to help.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Written for a meme prompt that apparently I already wrote a fill for? Ah well. HEY SARA YOU GET TWO.
Felix was trying—and, okay, failing—to concentrate in calculus when something hit him in the back of the head.
He glanced down at the balled-up piece of paper on the floor, blinked in surprise. Who did he know in this class that would send him notes? He waited, leg jiggling, until the professor turned around to write on the board, then leaned down and scooped up the note.
Okay, what the hell.
It wasn't the note itself. Felix would recognize Jack's oddly neat handwriting pretty much anywhere. The question was—well, actually, the questions were one, why was Jack in his calculus class and two, why was he writing Felix notes about emperor penguins?
For the moment, Felix decided to ignore it. He could corner Jack after class and interrogate him then.
The professor was saying something about derivatives. Felix frowned, and reviewed his notes up to that point. They'd been talking about limits, hadn't they? How had they gotten to derivatives?
Another ball of paper hit him in the back of the head. Felix groaned silently, then picked it up.
Who the hell was afraid of teeth? And why did Jack know anything about it?
Derivatives. Derivatives. If he could only pay attention to the professor for ten seconds then he could ignore any more—
Another ball of paper whistled over his shoulder and landed square in the middle of his notes.
Felix gave up.
--
All in all, Jack sent him fifteen notes over the course of the class, from
to
and every random-ass fact in between. They came in all sorts of ways, thrown at him and slipped down the back of his shirt and once passed by the girl next to him in her calculator case. The professor, astonishingly, never noticed.
As soon as the bell rang, Felix flipped his book shut, stuffed it in his bag and edged out of the row, apologizing all the way as he pushed past people and stepped on toes. If he knew Jack, and he was starting to think he knew Jack better than anyone else, then the other boy would be on his way out the door right--
There he was! Felix squeezed between two football players and threw himself at Jack, catching his sleeve just in time. "You! What the hell were you doing?"
Jack jerked to a stop, pulled by Felix's hand, then turned around and smiled at him, that careless charming smile he used whenever he wanted to get his way. "Why, Felix, whatever are you talking about?"
Felix scowled at him. "The notes. You don't even take calculus, why were you there passing notes to me?"
Jack ditched the smile, and replaced it with a softer expression, warmer, more genuine. Felix caught his breath. "You looked sad," he said, simply. "I wanted to make you smile."
"So you crashed my calculus class and made it impossible for me to pay attention," Felix said. There wasn't any real anger there. Fucking Jack.
Jack shrugged. "No one likes calculus," he said.
"I actually find it entertaining," Felix said, in his stiffest voice.
"Come on, we're blocking traffic," Jack said, instead of replying, and pulled him forward, out of the crowded hallway and out of the building entirely, into the bright afternoon sun. Felix blinked, and shaded his eyes for a moment as Jack pulled him along into the rose garden along the ridge.
"Seriously though," Jack said, once they stood in the middle of a cloud of rose-scent. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just wanted you to smile."
Felix looked up at Jack's worried face—he was biting his lip a little, white tooth against pale brown skin. This boy, this man, he was fast becoming Felix's best friend, and he wanted him happy. He wanted Felix to be happy.
Felix sighed, gustily, and said, "Okay, I'll forgive you, but on one condition."
Jack perked up, eager. "Yeah?"
"You tell me how you found out all those random facts," Felix said. "I mean, seriously, Jack."
Jack laughed, bright and sweet, and Felix couldn't help but smile.
It might have been a stupid plan, but there was no denying it had worked.
Title: Passing Notes
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Stars and stripes 5 (“Equations are the devil's sentences.”), glitter 19 (Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered. - Pal Joey), nile green 20 (Papyrus) with shadowsong's paint-by-numbers (Creativity is a prerequisite for successful notepassing in class)
Supplies and Materials: Canvas (Jack and Felix are in college), illustration, stickers (Emperor penguins can hold their breath for 15 minutes and dive 1,700 feet deep.), oils (at a loss for words), brush (acquiesce), novelty beads (Don't look at me, I just know stuff.).
Word Count: 697
Rating: G
Summary: Jack tries to help.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Written for a meme prompt that apparently I already wrote a fill for? Ah well. HEY SARA YOU GET TWO.
Felix was trying—and, okay, failing—to concentrate in calculus when something hit him in the back of the head.
He glanced down at the balled-up piece of paper on the floor, blinked in surprise. Who did he know in this class that would send him notes? He waited, leg jiggling, until the professor turned around to write on the board, then leaned down and scooped up the note.
Okay, what the hell.
It wasn't the note itself. Felix would recognize Jack's oddly neat handwriting pretty much anywhere. The question was—well, actually, the questions were one, why was Jack in his calculus class and two, why was he writing Felix notes about emperor penguins?
For the moment, Felix decided to ignore it. He could corner Jack after class and interrogate him then.
The professor was saying something about derivatives. Felix frowned, and reviewed his notes up to that point. They'd been talking about limits, hadn't they? How had they gotten to derivatives?
Another ball of paper hit him in the back of the head. Felix groaned silently, then picked it up.
Who the hell was afraid of teeth? And why did Jack know anything about it?
Derivatives. Derivatives. If he could only pay attention to the professor for ten seconds then he could ignore any more—
Another ball of paper whistled over his shoulder and landed square in the middle of his notes.
Felix gave up.
--
All in all, Jack sent him fifteen notes over the course of the class, from
to
and every random-ass fact in between. They came in all sorts of ways, thrown at him and slipped down the back of his shirt and once passed by the girl next to him in her calculator case. The professor, astonishingly, never noticed.
As soon as the bell rang, Felix flipped his book shut, stuffed it in his bag and edged out of the row, apologizing all the way as he pushed past people and stepped on toes. If he knew Jack, and he was starting to think he knew Jack better than anyone else, then the other boy would be on his way out the door right--
There he was! Felix squeezed between two football players and threw himself at Jack, catching his sleeve just in time. "You! What the hell were you doing?"
Jack jerked to a stop, pulled by Felix's hand, then turned around and smiled at him, that careless charming smile he used whenever he wanted to get his way. "Why, Felix, whatever are you talking about?"
Felix scowled at him. "The notes. You don't even take calculus, why were you there passing notes to me?"
Jack ditched the smile, and replaced it with a softer expression, warmer, more genuine. Felix caught his breath. "You looked sad," he said, simply. "I wanted to make you smile."
"So you crashed my calculus class and made it impossible for me to pay attention," Felix said. There wasn't any real anger there. Fucking Jack.
Jack shrugged. "No one likes calculus," he said.
"I actually find it entertaining," Felix said, in his stiffest voice.
"Come on, we're blocking traffic," Jack said, instead of replying, and pulled him forward, out of the crowded hallway and out of the building entirely, into the bright afternoon sun. Felix blinked, and shaded his eyes for a moment as Jack pulled him along into the rose garden along the ridge.
"Seriously though," Jack said, once they stood in the middle of a cloud of rose-scent. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just wanted you to smile."
Felix looked up at Jack's worried face—he was biting his lip a little, white tooth against pale brown skin. This boy, this man, he was fast becoming Felix's best friend, and he wanted him happy. He wanted Felix to be happy.
Felix sighed, gustily, and said, "Okay, I'll forgive you, but on one condition."
Jack perked up, eager. "Yeah?"
"You tell me how you found out all those random facts," Felix said. "I mean, seriously, Jack."
Jack laughed, bright and sweet, and Felix couldn't help but smile.
It might have been a stupid plan, but there was no denying it had worked.
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(...Was this intended to be read in a shippy way because I did. >.>)
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Thank you!
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And crashes classes because he is a force of nature.
This made me smile. Thank you!
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There is no way Felix can stay mad at him for long when Jack is so sweet and cute and caring and... ^^
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