Who: Boy and Trod. Toy and Brod. Oy. Nod.
When: IMMEDIATELY after the musical thread.
Where: A broom closet, or the first private place Bod- Troy? Sheesh- can find.
What: Well, what do you think?
Status: Closed (for the moment)
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"I...what?" Troy stammered, noticing for the first time that he was wearing Bod's clothes. "I...you're...are you Bod? Am I...what is this?" Yeah, he was a little less than coherent right now.
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Troy shook his...Bod's...head, bewildered. "What do you mean, first Clarice and now Neil? What are you talking about?"
He had thought, after their first meeting in the graveyard, that he and Bod were friends. So it was surprising to hear how angry Bod was at him. No one had ever been that angry at him before, not even Chad. It felt awful and Troy didn't know how to make it better. Troy flinched a little, trying to think of how to react.
"I...I'm sorry," Troy said, his voice small. "I don't, don't know why you're angry at me...I don't understand what I did..." His voice dropped to a whisper. "I don't know why you're me. I'm sorry."
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Troy listened to Bod's explanation, but he was feeling a little lost. What did that mean? Did Bod want him to be...meaner to him? He shook his head. "Bod, I'm not...I'm not good at everything. I'm a person just like you. Believe me, I'm so not perfect."
He paused, trying to gather his thoughts. "I didn't mean to take anything away from you. I mean...if you wanted my part in the play, you've got it now. Because you're me, you know." Bod's earlier mention of Neil clicked in his mind, and Troy gaped in surprise. "Wait a minute. Is that what this is about? Bod, are you...are you in love with Neil?"
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Because he'd never asked himself that question. And it was a very good one. Was he in love with Neil? And how on earth would he even know?
He decided, instead of answering, to change the topic. Swallowing carefully, he said, "It's interesting that you asked me that before asking about Clarice," he said.
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To Troy, it was the only explanation that made sense, because why else would Bod be angry with him about Neil? Troy had never told Neil not to be friends with Bod or anything like that. It must be something play-related, had to be.
And also, Troy had forgotten that Bod had said anything about Clarice. He didn't even know Bod knew Clarice. "What do you mean?"
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He turned around, hit the door, kicked it once or twice, and said something not very nice. Then he heard voices in the hallway. Someone was looking for them. He turned around and looked at Troy, desperately. He didn't know how to fix this. He had no idea what to do. "Look," he said, his voice low. "Maybe I'm angry. And irrational. Sure. And it's not your fault- I already said that, but whatever. It's not important right now. What's important is...what are we going to do about... this?" He gestured to ( ... )
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There was more shouting in the hall, and Bod pressed his ear against the door. "...I'm going to imagine that more people were swapped," he said slowly. "It's hard to tell how many-- it's pretty noisy out there." He turned around, looked at Troy, all of his anger draining away, replaced with a sort of sick dread. "It probably would be better for you to just play the part in my body, wouldn't it," he murmured. "You've done it already-- and it's your part, after all." He bit his lip. "But I'm afraid of what's going to happen if we walk out that door and tell the director that you're not... you, anymore. I think he might have a nervous breakdown. Can you hear him shouting?" It was the ranting of a hysterical man.
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Troy whistled at the sounds from outside. "Yeah, I'm guessing so too. Wow." He shrugged at Bod's suggestion--he could tell that what Bod was suggesting maybe wasn't what he wanted. Or maybe he was just imagining that, but anyway, he wanted to be fair. "Hey, man, if you want the part, go for it. Seriously." Troy winced at Bod's words, nodding in agreement. "Yeah...he sounds pretty bad out there. I haven't heard him scream like that since the day Sister Chantelle fell into the orchestra pit." Troy shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. "So...are you saying...you want me to be you? To pretend to be you?"
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