#003: resound & mummifiedmutant
Title: Desiderata.
Prompt: NA -- F O R F U N
Fandom: HoneySyn
Characters: Josh & Metis
Word Count: 406
Rating: PG-13 for language~
Author's Notes: Written randomly over AIM, and for a fandom I've only been in a DAY. oh god someone shoot me. Please. And its got a bit of cursing in it, but nothing really, really bad, so no worries. But! I definitely think I'll be making a claim for them soon. Josh/Metis ftw! I know Joanne agrees. XD
Well, fuck.
Charles laughs, a little harder than he needs to actually, and Metis can't help but think that everyone, every god forsaken thing on the god given earth fucking hates him.
Josh.
Josh. Fucking Josh as a partner. A PARTNER for god's sake. He frowns, and feels like crying (in his own...unorthodox way of course) too, sighing and burying his face in the wooden desk below. Its fucking impossible for this day to get any worse, he thinks, no, knows, and he's just about ready to hit the laughing "friend" next to him when the unthinkable happens, and Josh approachs his desk quietly.
And then stops. Right in front of his desk.
Metis sits there, barely taking his eyes off his lap in an effort to disappear from the face of the god damned earth. Because no way did he want to deal with the guy who had fucking punched him in the face. The same guy who talks to all the girls in the school, flirts with them, and then calls him a fucking emo for no reason, damnit. He's just about to say so too, but the moment of silence is broken not by him, but the boy before him.
"Cellphone."
...Oh fuck.
Sinking lower into his desk, Metis groans, unwilling to argue at a time as un-fucking-wonderful as this. There's something so infurriating and strange about this guy-- the look in his eyes...the way he walks, even his hair annoys Metis -- and not to mention he wants to take his cell phone from him now!? Well fine. A quick rummage through his pockets is all it takes, and he shoves the damn thing straight in Josh's face.
Except, insead of taking it, he just blinks.
"Why are you giving me that? I wanted your cell number."
Oh.
It takes Metis a couple of seconds to realize that no, raganarok has not decended apon the earth, and that yes, he has just made a complete IDIOT out of himself in front of the biggest jock in the school. Charles, who has still been staring at him the entire affair is doing his very best to keep from dying, and Metis...weill Metis is doing his best not to look like he has some mental disablility or another. So he whips out a slip of paper the fastest he can, scribbles his number on it, and hands it to the blond before him.
"Here."
Today was, obviously, not his day.
Prompt: NA -- F O R F U N
Fandom: HoneySyn
Characters: Josh & Metis
Word Count: 406
Rating: PG-13 for language~
Author's Notes: Written randomly over AIM, and for a fandom I've only been in a DAY. oh god someone shoot me. Please. And its got a bit of cursing in it, but nothing really, really bad, so no worries. But! I definitely think I'll be making a claim for them soon. Josh/Metis ftw! I know Joanne agrees. XD
Well, fuck.
Charles laughs, a little harder than he needs to actually, and Metis can't help but think that everyone, every god forsaken thing on the god given earth fucking hates him.
Josh.
Josh. Fucking Josh as a partner. A PARTNER for god's sake. He frowns, and feels like crying (in his own...unorthodox way of course) too, sighing and burying his face in the wooden desk below. Its fucking impossible for this day to get any worse, he thinks, no, knows, and he's just about ready to hit the laughing "friend" next to him when the unthinkable happens, and Josh approachs his desk quietly.
And then stops. Right in front of his desk.
Metis sits there, barely taking his eyes off his lap in an effort to disappear from the face of the god damned earth. Because no way did he want to deal with the guy who had fucking punched him in the face. The same guy who talks to all the girls in the school, flirts with them, and then calls him a fucking emo for no reason, damnit. He's just about to say so too, but the moment of silence is broken not by him, but the boy before him.
"Cellphone."
...Oh fuck.
Sinking lower into his desk, Metis groans, unwilling to argue at a time as un-fucking-wonderful as this. There's something so infurriating and strange about this guy-- the look in his eyes...the way he walks, even his hair annoys Metis -- and not to mention he wants to take his cell phone from him now!? Well fine. A quick rummage through his pockets is all it takes, and he shoves the damn thing straight in Josh's face.
Except, insead of taking it, he just blinks.
"Why are you giving me that? I wanted your cell number."
Oh.
It takes Metis a couple of seconds to realize that no, raganarok has not decended apon the earth, and that yes, he has just made a complete IDIOT out of himself in front of the biggest jock in the school. Charles, who has still been staring at him the entire affair is doing his very best to keep from dying, and Metis...weill Metis is doing his best not to look like he has some mental disablility or another. So he whips out a slip of paper the fastest he can, scribbles his number on it, and hands it to the blond before him.
"Here."
Today was, obviously, not his day.