a little less sixteen candles, R, 1b/?
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September 14 2011, 05:17:28 UTC
"Then you be friends with him," Javier says, managing to keep his voice at a normal, appropriate volume, thank you very much. "Something about him just bugs me."
Rick opens his mouth, always ready to give unwelcome advice, and Kate's just sitting there like she's going to let him, but thankfully the door slams closed just then and Mr. Perlmutter barks out, "Civilized people sit in chairs, Mr. Castle. I know it's a stretch, but do at least make an effort to try and keep up with the rest of your classmates on the evolutionary chain."
Instead of acting offended or chastised, Rick laughs and spreads his hands wide. He slides almost bonelessly down into his chair, a smartass response rolling effortlessly off the tip of his tongue, and Javier stops being very much not distracted by the new kid as class proceeds like normal.
*
The thing with Kevin isn't an issue. Hell, it's not even a thing, really. Or, well, it wouldn't be, except that Kevin apparently has the same Spanish class as Jenny and Lanie, and they appear to have adopted him. Decided to bring him into the fold. Taken him under their wings, as it were. So when he gets to the tree where their group eats lunch, he's sitting cross legged in between them with an apple clenched between his teeth and both hands raised in a futile attempt to keep Jenny from messing with his hair. It's tempting to just change course right then--a few of his teammates from the wrestling team are sitting under the bleachers a few yards away and would be happy enough to talk strategy with him over lunch--but then Rick's suddenly there with an arm slung around his neck like a choke hold and he's being dragged to sit with his friends and that interloper completely against his will.
Fuck. Seriously, how is this his life?
"Hey, Kevin," Rick says, flopping down onto the ground and pulling Javier down with him so that he ends up draped halfway across Rick's lap.
"You're a bony bastard. Lemme up, bro," Javier grouses. He manages to dig his elbow into Rick's thigh when he pushes himself up and takes a little bit of pleasure in the hiss of discomfort that draws from him.
Rick pouts like he really expected Javier to be happy about being on his lap and turns to bat his lashes at Kate, who's just jogging up. "Kate, light of my life," he calls out. "Javier's spurning my manly advances. Only you can heal my bruised and bleeding heart. My lap is sadly empty and your delightful bottom is just of a size to fill it."
"I think you just called my ass big, calling yourself manly is seriously pushing it, and no way in hell," Kate says evenly and drops down between Javier and Lanie. Rick amps his pout up to eleven and turns to Kevin.
"Do you see how they treat me? So cruel."
Kevin, who's been watching the whole exchange with wide, stupidly blue eyes and slightly flushed cheeks, stares at him for a long moment. Javier has a sudden bubble of warm, heady hope burst through him that this will all prove too much for Kevin and his polo playing, llama raising, sweater vest wearing sensibility.
Not so much, apparently, because the corners of Kevin's lips quiver almost imperceptibly, and then he's laughing loud and genuine and amused.
Javier has the sudden, inexplicable urge to punch the tree and starts planning how to sneak into the library for lunch tomorrow.
*
Javier spends the rest of the week crossing his fingers that things will get better, but they never do. If anything, they get worse. It seems like every time he turns around, Kevin is there. In the bathroom, they end up nodding inanely and intently studying the cracked tiles on the wall when a broken pipe has them standing next to each other at the urinals. At wrestling practice, Coach Montgomery introduces Kevin as their newest recruit in the 120 weight class. Javier's partner is out sick with mono, so Kevin replaces him. During study hall, Javier ends up spending a good half hour hiding in the stacks and glaring at the back of Kevin's head through the cracks of the books, because if he leaves he'll have to walk past the table Kevin's commandeered. And, of course, the fact that Javier's friends are now apparently Kevin's too can't be overlooked, even though Javier totally has the better claim to them because he was there first.
Rick opens his mouth, always ready to give unwelcome advice, and Kate's just sitting there like she's going to let him, but thankfully the door slams closed just then and Mr. Perlmutter barks out, "Civilized people sit in chairs, Mr. Castle. I know it's a stretch, but do at least make an effort to try and keep up with the rest of your classmates on the evolutionary chain."
Instead of acting offended or chastised, Rick laughs and spreads his hands wide. He slides almost bonelessly down into his chair, a smartass response rolling effortlessly off the tip of his tongue, and Javier stops being very much not distracted by the new kid as class proceeds like normal.
*
The thing with Kevin isn't an issue. Hell, it's not even a thing, really. Or, well, it wouldn't be, except that Kevin apparently has the same Spanish class as Jenny and Lanie, and they appear to have adopted him. Decided to bring him into the fold. Taken him under their wings, as it were. So when he gets to the tree where their group eats lunch, he's sitting cross legged in between them with an apple clenched between his teeth and both hands raised in a futile attempt to keep Jenny from messing with his hair. It's tempting to just change course right then--a few of his teammates from the wrestling team are sitting under the bleachers a few yards away and would be happy enough to talk strategy with him over lunch--but then Rick's suddenly there with an arm slung around his neck like a choke hold and he's being dragged to sit with his friends and that interloper completely against his will.
Fuck. Seriously, how is this his life?
"Hey, Kevin," Rick says, flopping down onto the ground and pulling Javier down with him so that he ends up draped halfway across Rick's lap.
"You're a bony bastard. Lemme up, bro," Javier grouses. He manages to dig his elbow into Rick's thigh when he pushes himself up and takes a little bit of pleasure in the hiss of discomfort that draws from him.
Rick pouts like he really expected Javier to be happy about being on his lap and turns to bat his lashes at Kate, who's just jogging up. "Kate, light of my life," he calls out. "Javier's spurning my manly advances. Only you can heal my bruised and bleeding heart. My lap is sadly empty and your delightful bottom is just of a size to fill it."
"I think you just called my ass big, calling yourself manly is seriously pushing it, and no way in hell," Kate says evenly and drops down between Javier and Lanie. Rick amps his pout up to eleven and turns to Kevin.
"Do you see how they treat me? So cruel."
Kevin, who's been watching the whole exchange with wide, stupidly blue eyes and slightly flushed cheeks, stares at him for a long moment. Javier has a sudden bubble of warm, heady hope burst through him that this will all prove too much for Kevin and his polo playing, llama raising, sweater vest wearing sensibility.
Not so much, apparently, because the corners of Kevin's lips quiver almost imperceptibly, and then he's laughing loud and genuine and amused.
Javier has the sudden, inexplicable urge to punch the tree and starts planning how to sneak into the library for lunch tomorrow.
*
Javier spends the rest of the week crossing his fingers that things will get better, but they never do. If anything, they get worse. It seems like every time he turns around, Kevin is there. In the bathroom, they end up nodding inanely and intently studying the cracked tiles on the wall when a broken pipe has them standing next to each other at the urinals. At wrestling practice, Coach Montgomery introduces Kevin as their newest recruit in the 120 weight class. Javier's partner is out sick with mono, so Kevin replaces him. During study hall, Javier ends up spending a good half hour hiding in the stacks and glaring at the back of Kevin's head through the cracks of the books, because if he leaves he'll have to walk past the table Kevin's commandeered. And, of course, the fact that Javier's friends are now apparently Kevin's too can't be overlooked, even though Javier totally has the better claim to them because he was there first.
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Mal: Great, ain't he?
Zoë Washburne: I don't like him.
Mal: What?
Zoë Washburne: Just somethin' about him bothers me.
I don't know if the similar dialogue was intentional, but I now find myself resisting the urge to write a weird fusion...
(Because, truth, Wash and Ryan are practically the same character, and if Javi were a woman he and Zoe would be pretty gorram similar.)
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Also, there's a tiny bit more already posted in 1c, just in case you missed it.
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Thanks for pointing that out, I hadn't noticed.
(I'm not the author, I just read it)
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