TSN: Triptych
Title: Triptych
Author: thedeepeekay
Fandom: The Social Network
Pairing, Characters: Erica Albright, Mark Zuckerberg, Eduardo Saverin
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Any characters mentioned here belong to their respective creators; the names of any real people mentioned refer to fictionalised versions of these people. No money is made and no offense intended.
Length: 3x100 words
Author's Note: For ilthit, who asked for Alternate universe TSN where Mark murdered Erica back in college and nobody found out (but also wanted to see Mark&Erica dating). The second of the lot belongs to this collection of 10 drabbles, reposted here because it fit the 'verse.
Written: March 2011
Crossposted to: My regular journal here (locked).
He's looking into her eyes as he says it. "I'm not very good at this."
"This?" She pretends to be confused, wants to see if he's going to actually say it.
"This. Dating. Interactions. People. I'm not good with people."
"Most guys actually aren't. They just don't admit it." She smiles at him. She figured there was more to him than code and sarcasm, liked his honesty, but that he's actually showing weakness, letting her in, it's kind of cute. Who'd have thunk, Zuckerberg was cute.
"Why not? It's true. And obvious, but people seem to like stating the obvious."
~
They'd met at an AEPi party. Erica's date introduced them. She felt out of place, he looked laid-back and relaxed, a bit drunk.
Her date didn't dance. "But look, Wardo does. It's a Brazilian thing." So she danced with Eduardo and tried not to feel rejected.
Did he want to leave? "I have coding to do. Wardo'll look after you." Eduardo shrugged and she tried not to feel rejected.
Did he - she never - was she sure - did he want to? He'd be careful. "Mark!" She wondered which of them was more oblivious, and tried not to feel rejected.
~
She draws her coat closer around her, it's late, and cold, and raining.
Mark licks his lips, his hands hidden in the pocket of his hoodie, locks plastered to his face. He looks miserable ("I slept withEduardo"). He looks nervous ("he called your name").
"Does Wardo know?"
"He wasn't that drunk."
"Does he know you told me?"
"No."
A smile flickers over his face. Maybe he's not a complete asshole.
"Mark, you know Eduardo… cares about you?"
She can't breath.
"He thinks I need him to take care of me."
He twists the knife.
It's not a nice smile.
Author: thedeepeekay
Fandom: The Social Network
Pairing, Characters: Erica Albright, Mark Zuckerberg, Eduardo Saverin
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Any characters mentioned here belong to their respective creators; the names of any real people mentioned refer to fictionalised versions of these people. No money is made and no offense intended.
Length: 3x100 words
Author's Note: For ilthit, who asked for Alternate universe TSN where Mark murdered Erica back in college and nobody found out (but also wanted to see Mark&Erica dating). The second of the lot belongs to this collection of 10 drabbles, reposted here because it fit the 'verse.
Written: March 2011
Crossposted to: My regular journal here (locked).
He's looking into her eyes as he says it. "I'm not very good at this."
"This?" She pretends to be confused, wants to see if he's going to actually say it.
"This. Dating. Interactions. People. I'm not good with people."
"Most guys actually aren't. They just don't admit it." She smiles at him. She figured there was more to him than code and sarcasm, liked his honesty, but that he's actually showing weakness, letting her in, it's kind of cute. Who'd have thunk, Zuckerberg was cute.
"Why not? It's true. And obvious, but people seem to like stating the obvious."
~
They'd met at an AEPi party. Erica's date introduced them. She felt out of place, he looked laid-back and relaxed, a bit drunk.
Her date didn't dance. "But look, Wardo does. It's a Brazilian thing." So she danced with Eduardo and tried not to feel rejected.
Did he want to leave? "I have coding to do. Wardo'll look after you." Eduardo shrugged and she tried not to feel rejected.
Did he - she never - was she sure - did he want to? He'd be careful. "Mark!" She wondered which of them was more oblivious, and tried not to feel rejected.
~
She draws her coat closer around her, it's late, and cold, and raining.
Mark licks his lips, his hands hidden in the pocket of his hoodie, locks plastered to his face. He looks miserable ("I slept withEduardo"). He looks nervous ("he called your name").
"Does Wardo know?"
"He wasn't that drunk."
"Does he know you told me?"
"No."
A smile flickers over his face. Maybe he's not a complete asshole.
"Mark, you know Eduardo… cares about you?"
She can't breath.
"He thinks I need him to take care of me."
He twists the knife.
It's not a nice smile.