PFP #2
Characters Requested: Wes, David, Brittany
Wes squirmed uncomfortably as David adjusted the harness clipped around his waist.
“We could have done soccer,” he told David in a longsuffering tone. “Or yoga. You enjoyed Tai Chi when we took classes last semester; they’re very similar.”
David gave the strap one final tug. “I enjoyed that Tai Chi was co-ed,” he reminded Wes. “Yoga does not fulfill that particular requirement. And the intermural soccer team’s practices conflict with the Warbler’s rehearsal schedule.”
Wes frowned, but remained silent-the Warbler’s rehearsal schedule was indeed the ultimate trump card.
Checking his own harness one final time, David picked up the pair of helmets he’d placed on the floor next to their backpacks. “It’s only once a week for eight weeks,” he reminded Wes gently, passing him a helmet. “Then our PE requirements are finished for the year.
“Besides, rock climbing really is enjoyable,” he promised, strapping on his own helmet and leading the way over to the Beginner Wall. “And it utilizes and furthers the development of several important life skills. I think you’ll like it, once you try it.”
Behind him, Wes sighed. “All right,” he agreed. “How do we start?”
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To Wes’s utter disbelief, David was right; he really was enjoying himself. “This isn’t as difficult as I thought it would be,” he said, pleased. “I wouldn’t want the gym employee to let go of the rope, certainly, but I wouldn’t mind trying a more difficult wall with you once we get down.”
David didn’t answer.
In fact, David wasn’t moving from his spot in front of Wes, halfway up the wall.
“David?” Wes asked, a little concerned. “Are you all right?”
David let out a strangled noise.
Wes looked up. And froze.
There was a familiar-looking blonde girl sitting on the vertical wall, drinking from a teacup and looking at them curiously.
“Why are you guys tied up?” she wanted to know. “Is it a sex thing, because you’re not allowed to do that in the gym. I asked.”
Wes nearly let go of the wall.
“Brittany, what are you doing?” David asked incredulously. Brittany, the New Directions dancer, Wes remembered suddenly.
Brittany shrugged calmly. “Drinking tea,” she answered laconically. “Lord Tubbington likes it here, the bell on the ceiling reminds him of his dinner bell.”
There was a sudden ringing sound from behind Brittany, followed by a muffled “meow”.
David shook his head so violently that his foot slipped a little, coming precariously close to kicking Wes in the shoulder. “No, I mean how on earth are you doing that?” he demanded. “You’re sideways on the wall, without any safety equipment. And is that a cat?!”
Brittany looked confused. “I’m Defying Gravity,” she explained, putting down her teacup.
It promptly plummeted to the ground.
“Rachel and Kurt made it sound like a really big deal, so I thought I’d try it,” she continued. “It’s a little boring, though.” Standing up, she stretched her arms up in the air.
Or sideway in the air, Wes wasn’t entirely certain how to properly describe it.
“I have to go,” she said abruptly. “I have Fire-breathing practice now.”
And without another word, she walked down the wall in between Wes and David.
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For a moment, both boys were completely silent.
Finally, Wes cleared his throat. “So,” he said quietly. “Yoga?” David looked down at him.
Before he could reply, an enormous, fluffy cat, ran past them.
“Sure,” David answered faintly. “Yoga.”