School drabbles! :3
The story basically is, I got obsessed with the idea of Kevin going to school, so I wrote a few based on that. ^^ Teehee. I had so much fun with these.
With Flying Colors
Kevin watched Ben and Gwen pile stuff onto his kitchen table. The cousins had gone out and bought every celebratory food and drink product known to mankind (except for alcohol-as far as the two were concerned, enrolling as a student meant no illegal activities whatsoever for Kevin). Piled on his table were chips and dip, giant 2-liter bottles of soda, cookies, pretzels, pizza (it’s not delivery, it’s Dijorno!), and one chocolate cake the size of Montana with “Congratulations!” written on it in frilly-looking pink letters.
“You guys didn’t have to buy all this stuff,” he said to the excited cousins, eyes roving almost fearfully over the spread. “I don’t even know if I passed the exam.”
“C’mon, Kevin; you studied your ass off all week before that exam,” Ben replied. “I’d be surprised if you didn’t pass.”
Gwen pried open one of the soda bottles and poured it in a plastic cup. She handed the cup to Kevin an added, “Relax. We have confidence in you.” Kevin took the cup and took a gulp; he still wasn’t convinced.
Ben plopped down onto the couch on Kevin’s right, munching on a handful of pretzels. Gwen took the left side, sipping her own soda. Both of them leaned over Kevin’s shoulders, peering at the unopened envelope in the mutant’s hands.
He’d gotten the letter earlier that day, when Ben happened to be over. The instant he’d announced where the letter had come from, Ben had leapt from his seat on Kevin’s bed and told him not to open it; he’d get Gwen and they’d buy a few things and they’d all have a party to celebrate.
“I mean it,” Ben had said. “Don’t open it. I’ll be back.” He gave Kevin a quick kiss and was out the door.
Now Kevin wasn’t sure he wanted to open it at all.
Ben nudged him in the ribs with his elbow. “Go on,” he insisted, “open it.”
Kevin took a glance at the cousins, both staring at him eagerly, and took a deep breath.
Then he opened it.
“Congratulations Mister Levin” was all he read before a huge grin broke out on his face and Ben and Gwen jumped up, cheering. It turned out he’d gotten an 89 on his exam.
Then they all ate cake and pizza and drank soda and Gwen and Ben sang “He’s a Jolly Good Fellow,” and the whole time Kevin was smiling.
He couldn’t believe it. He’d passed.
In the Halls
Only a week had passed since Kevin had gone back to school, and already he was realizing that weird shit happened in the hallways.
Smaller kids got shoved into lockers (which was both incredibly stupid and incredibly amazing considering that he’d never thought high school students were actually small enough to fit in lockers), girls gossiped about things that probably should be talked about in a more private setting, Goths and punks clustered around the water fountains and glared at people that came too close, and the occasional group of nerds huddled together in a circle with video games under their noses.
Then there were things like this. Things that Kevin thought only happened in cheesy shoujo mangas (not that he’d ever read any). Things that were just so unfathomably ridiculous that he couldn’t even speak.
“Um…I know you don’t know me, but…I’m in your English class and ever since I saw you I’ve thought you were really cute…so will you go out with me?” The girl said all this to him in one breath, with blushing cheeks and very poor eye contact. He just stared down at her (God, she was short; now she could fit in a locker) and didn’t say anything. She noticed his silence and, biting her lip, she looked up at him.
“Um…hello?”
Kevin blinked. “Oh, uh…sorry, just…didn’t know what to say there for a minute.”
Mistaking this as a flattered response, the girl smiled hopefully. “So…is that a yes?”
“Ah…sorry. I’ve already got someone.”
The girl’s face fell. “I don’t believe it…you have a girlfriend already?”
Kevin smiled amusedly. “I didn’t say that.”
The girl suddenly looked very confused. But before she could say anything, another voice interrupted. Ben spoke to Kevin, completely ignoring the girl’s presence.
“Hey, Kevin. Walk me to Biology?”
Watching the girl out of the corner of his eye, Kevin wrapped an arm around Ben’s shoulders and pulled him closer. “Sure thing, babe.” He gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
The girl looked absolutely scandalized.
Kevin winked at her as he and Ben walked away.
Tutoring
“So, how’re you doing in school these days, Ben?” Julie asked idly one day. Ben looked up from his notebook and frowned.
“Fine, I guess. Why d’you ask?”
Julie shrugged. “Oh, no reason, really. It’s just that you haven’t asked me to help you study in a while.”
“Oh, right.” Ben looked down at his notes again. “I’ve just been asking Kevin for help instead. Sorry, I guess I should’ve mentioned that.”
Julie looked surprised. “You’re asking Kevin for help?”
Ben gave her an indignant look. “Hey, he’s actually a good student. You know he got an 89 on his entrance exam, right?”
“No, not that,” Julie said. The surprise didn’t leave her face. “I’m just amazed you can actually focus on schoolwork with him instead of sex.”
With Flying Colors
Kevin watched Ben and Gwen pile stuff onto his kitchen table. The cousins had gone out and bought every celebratory food and drink product known to mankind (except for alcohol-as far as the two were concerned, enrolling as a student meant no illegal activities whatsoever for Kevin). Piled on his table were chips and dip, giant 2-liter bottles of soda, cookies, pretzels, pizza (it’s not delivery, it’s Dijorno!), and one chocolate cake the size of Montana with “Congratulations!” written on it in frilly-looking pink letters.
“You guys didn’t have to buy all this stuff,” he said to the excited cousins, eyes roving almost fearfully over the spread. “I don’t even know if I passed the exam.”
“C’mon, Kevin; you studied your ass off all week before that exam,” Ben replied. “I’d be surprised if you didn’t pass.”
Gwen pried open one of the soda bottles and poured it in a plastic cup. She handed the cup to Kevin an added, “Relax. We have confidence in you.” Kevin took the cup and took a gulp; he still wasn’t convinced.
Ben plopped down onto the couch on Kevin’s right, munching on a handful of pretzels. Gwen took the left side, sipping her own soda. Both of them leaned over Kevin’s shoulders, peering at the unopened envelope in the mutant’s hands.
He’d gotten the letter earlier that day, when Ben happened to be over. The instant he’d announced where the letter had come from, Ben had leapt from his seat on Kevin’s bed and told him not to open it; he’d get Gwen and they’d buy a few things and they’d all have a party to celebrate.
“I mean it,” Ben had said. “Don’t open it. I’ll be back.” He gave Kevin a quick kiss and was out the door.
Now Kevin wasn’t sure he wanted to open it at all.
Ben nudged him in the ribs with his elbow. “Go on,” he insisted, “open it.”
Kevin took a glance at the cousins, both staring at him eagerly, and took a deep breath.
Then he opened it.
“Congratulations Mister Levin” was all he read before a huge grin broke out on his face and Ben and Gwen jumped up, cheering. It turned out he’d gotten an 89 on his exam.
Then they all ate cake and pizza and drank soda and Gwen and Ben sang “He’s a Jolly Good Fellow,” and the whole time Kevin was smiling.
He couldn’t believe it. He’d passed.
In the Halls
Only a week had passed since Kevin had gone back to school, and already he was realizing that weird shit happened in the hallways.
Smaller kids got shoved into lockers (which was both incredibly stupid and incredibly amazing considering that he’d never thought high school students were actually small enough to fit in lockers), girls gossiped about things that probably should be talked about in a more private setting, Goths and punks clustered around the water fountains and glared at people that came too close, and the occasional group of nerds huddled together in a circle with video games under their noses.
Then there were things like this. Things that Kevin thought only happened in cheesy shoujo mangas (not that he’d ever read any). Things that were just so unfathomably ridiculous that he couldn’t even speak.
“Um…I know you don’t know me, but…I’m in your English class and ever since I saw you I’ve thought you were really cute…so will you go out with me?” The girl said all this to him in one breath, with blushing cheeks and very poor eye contact. He just stared down at her (God, she was short; now she could fit in a locker) and didn’t say anything. She noticed his silence and, biting her lip, she looked up at him.
“Um…hello?”
Kevin blinked. “Oh, uh…sorry, just…didn’t know what to say there for a minute.”
Mistaking this as a flattered response, the girl smiled hopefully. “So…is that a yes?”
“Ah…sorry. I’ve already got someone.”
The girl’s face fell. “I don’t believe it…you have a girlfriend already?”
Kevin smiled amusedly. “I didn’t say that.”
The girl suddenly looked very confused. But before she could say anything, another voice interrupted. Ben spoke to Kevin, completely ignoring the girl’s presence.
“Hey, Kevin. Walk me to Biology?”
Watching the girl out of the corner of his eye, Kevin wrapped an arm around Ben’s shoulders and pulled him closer. “Sure thing, babe.” He gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
The girl looked absolutely scandalized.
Kevin winked at her as he and Ben walked away.
Tutoring
“So, how’re you doing in school these days, Ben?” Julie asked idly one day. Ben looked up from his notebook and frowned.
“Fine, I guess. Why d’you ask?”
Julie shrugged. “Oh, no reason, really. It’s just that you haven’t asked me to help you study in a while.”
“Oh, right.” Ben looked down at his notes again. “I’ve just been asking Kevin for help instead. Sorry, I guess I should’ve mentioned that.”
Julie looked surprised. “You’re asking Kevin for help?”
Ben gave her an indignant look. “Hey, he’s actually a good student. You know he got an 89 on his entrance exam, right?”
“No, not that,” Julie said. The surprise didn’t leave her face. “I’m just amazed you can actually focus on schoolwork with him instead of sex.”