in which will has an idea and derry is not particularly interested
so i'm actually home on a night friday night lights is on, and i remember that it's on, and... it's not on. >.< is it on hiatus or something? it comes back may 27. hmph.
anyway. this entire snippet came about because i had the one image of derry shoving will off him by planting his hand on will's face and pushing, and then i needed something to happen around it. yeah, a lot of times that's how i get a story - i start with a random image and write around it.
Derry is snuggled down in his sleeping bag in Mike's living room, wondering where and how he's going to do his laundry tomorrow, trying not to think about how it's always cold on Mike's living room floor, and half-asleep anyway. He's wearing his last (mostly) clean pair of boxer briefs and one of Dave's t-shirts, because everything he owns is too disgusting to wear. He doesn't want to sneak into his aunt's house, and he really doesn't want to go over there when she's home, but he also doesn't think he has enough quarters - or enough bills to change into quarters - to buy detergent and then wash and dry everything at the laundromat.
Well, he has to figure something out, because even he can't stand himself any more, and you can only turn your underwear inside-out so many times. But he can deal with it in the morning.
He's almost asleep so he doesn't really hear the door open and doesn't exactly realize he's not alone in the room any more until someone who damn well better be Will sits on him.
"I got a plan," the person says excitedly. Derry opens his eyes and squints, and yeah, it's Will.
"Fuck off," Derry mumbles. "Get off me. I was asleep." He tries to roll Will off but Will straddles him and leans down.
"I found a place to squat," he goes on.
"Good for you." Derry isn't even sure what he's talking about and doesn't care.
"No, listen, a house. Like, a place to live."
"Like, whose?"
"Like, ours." Will grins. "Ok, Joy's - you know Joy."
"Rhodi's ex. Came back from Providence."
"Yeah. Her. She's squatting in some guy's house, says she knows him, it's no big deal. The place has running water."
"Electricity?"
"Dunno. Joy's got this friend gonna run a cable from the house next door or something, steal their juice."
Derry closes his eyes and sighs a long-suffering sigh. He likes Will, he really does, but he does not want to get busted for stealing someone else's electricity and living illegally in someone else's house.
"C'mooon," Will coaxes, his face so close Derry can smell burrito on his breath. Derry opens his eyes and makes a face. "Think about it - our own room, our own bed.... We won't have to fuck on the floor."
Derry pulls his arm out of the sleeping bag, plants his open hand against Will's face, and pushes. Will sits back and chuckles.
"Dude, I gotta up early and find a fucking laundromat," Derry says. "Leave me alone."
"It's a decent house, man. Looks pretty watertight. Door locks. It'd be us, Joy, her friend, some other friend I think - we'd have a full house, it'd be fun."
"I'm not getting hauled off for squatting in someone's house. What happens when the guy wants to live there himself?"
"Joy says he's got his own place."
"So what if he wants to rent it or sell it?" Derry yawns. He really wants Will to leave him alone so he can go back to sleep.
"So we'll leave."
"Will, dude, it's a dumb idea. I got a place to sleep. Mike's not gonna report me for... whatever."
"Ok, ok, look, I'll show you tomorrow. Someone's been there already, there's garbage and crap lying around. Clothes and shit. Joy'd take care of the place."
Derry sighs again. He doesn't like Joy for the way she treated Rhodi, he doesn't trust her, and he doesn't want his living arrangements to be dependent on her. And while he doesn't love always being at the mercy of whoever's couch he's crashing on that week, he at least trusts his friends not to boot him out without a reason or a warning.
Besides, as far as he knows, squatting's illegal, and he hasn't even been caught shoplifting sketch pads and Sharpies. He'd like to keep his nose as clean as possible.
"'M not that desperate," he mumbles. "Got a sleeping bag, got a floor. It's all good." Will huffs out a breath and settles himself heavily on Derry's thighs. "Get off me," Derry tells him again.
"You don't want your own place?" Will asks.
"I wanna go to sleep. Come on, Will, get off."
"You wanna help?" Will leers. Derry rolls his eyes and waves in the general direction of the bathroom.
"Bathroom's over there."
"It's no fun by myself."
"Tell you what. You let me go back to sleep, I'll fuck you in the morning. Go down on you, whatever. The whole nine yards. I'm too tired to do it now."
"You're turning into a girl, man." But Will rolls off him. "Lemme sleep with you, at least. Just, you know, sleep. Mike's house is always cold."
"Ok, hang on." Derry unzips his sleeping bag. Will shrugs out of his jacket and pulls off his shoes. Derry rearranges himself so he's under the sleeping bag, flips up a corner of it, and lets Will crawl underneath and spoon up next to him.
"You sure you don't wanna squat in Joy's house with me? We stay long enough, we get squatter's rights."
"That's an English thing." Derry closes his eyes again. Mike's rug is cheap and kind of scratchy, but Will is nice and warm, and in two minutes he's asleep. He thinks Will is still talking about this house. He's pretty sure he'll have to hear about it all over again in the morning, but maybe Will will help him drag his shit to the laundromat. Derry's willing to put up with Will's babble if it means he has some help - and maybe some quarters - doing his laundry.
anyway. this entire snippet came about because i had the one image of derry shoving will off him by planting his hand on will's face and pushing, and then i needed something to happen around it. yeah, a lot of times that's how i get a story - i start with a random image and write around it.
Derry is snuggled down in his sleeping bag in Mike's living room, wondering where and how he's going to do his laundry tomorrow, trying not to think about how it's always cold on Mike's living room floor, and half-asleep anyway. He's wearing his last (mostly) clean pair of boxer briefs and one of Dave's t-shirts, because everything he owns is too disgusting to wear. He doesn't want to sneak into his aunt's house, and he really doesn't want to go over there when she's home, but he also doesn't think he has enough quarters - or enough bills to change into quarters - to buy detergent and then wash and dry everything at the laundromat.
Well, he has to figure something out, because even he can't stand himself any more, and you can only turn your underwear inside-out so many times. But he can deal with it in the morning.
He's almost asleep so he doesn't really hear the door open and doesn't exactly realize he's not alone in the room any more until someone who damn well better be Will sits on him.
"I got a plan," the person says excitedly. Derry opens his eyes and squints, and yeah, it's Will.
"Fuck off," Derry mumbles. "Get off me. I was asleep." He tries to roll Will off but Will straddles him and leans down.
"I found a place to squat," he goes on.
"Good for you." Derry isn't even sure what he's talking about and doesn't care.
"No, listen, a house. Like, a place to live."
"Like, whose?"
"Like, ours." Will grins. "Ok, Joy's - you know Joy."
"Rhodi's ex. Came back from Providence."
"Yeah. Her. She's squatting in some guy's house, says she knows him, it's no big deal. The place has running water."
"Electricity?"
"Dunno. Joy's got this friend gonna run a cable from the house next door or something, steal their juice."
Derry closes his eyes and sighs a long-suffering sigh. He likes Will, he really does, but he does not want to get busted for stealing someone else's electricity and living illegally in someone else's house.
"C'mooon," Will coaxes, his face so close Derry can smell burrito on his breath. Derry opens his eyes and makes a face. "Think about it - our own room, our own bed.... We won't have to fuck on the floor."
Derry pulls his arm out of the sleeping bag, plants his open hand against Will's face, and pushes. Will sits back and chuckles.
"Dude, I gotta up early and find a fucking laundromat," Derry says. "Leave me alone."
"It's a decent house, man. Looks pretty watertight. Door locks. It'd be us, Joy, her friend, some other friend I think - we'd have a full house, it'd be fun."
"I'm not getting hauled off for squatting in someone's house. What happens when the guy wants to live there himself?"
"Joy says he's got his own place."
"So what if he wants to rent it or sell it?" Derry yawns. He really wants Will to leave him alone so he can go back to sleep.
"So we'll leave."
"Will, dude, it's a dumb idea. I got a place to sleep. Mike's not gonna report me for... whatever."
"Ok, ok, look, I'll show you tomorrow. Someone's been there already, there's garbage and crap lying around. Clothes and shit. Joy'd take care of the place."
Derry sighs again. He doesn't like Joy for the way she treated Rhodi, he doesn't trust her, and he doesn't want his living arrangements to be dependent on her. And while he doesn't love always being at the mercy of whoever's couch he's crashing on that week, he at least trusts his friends not to boot him out without a reason or a warning.
Besides, as far as he knows, squatting's illegal, and he hasn't even been caught shoplifting sketch pads and Sharpies. He'd like to keep his nose as clean as possible.
"'M not that desperate," he mumbles. "Got a sleeping bag, got a floor. It's all good." Will huffs out a breath and settles himself heavily on Derry's thighs. "Get off me," Derry tells him again.
"You don't want your own place?" Will asks.
"I wanna go to sleep. Come on, Will, get off."
"You wanna help?" Will leers. Derry rolls his eyes and waves in the general direction of the bathroom.
"Bathroom's over there."
"It's no fun by myself."
"Tell you what. You let me go back to sleep, I'll fuck you in the morning. Go down on you, whatever. The whole nine yards. I'm too tired to do it now."
"You're turning into a girl, man." But Will rolls off him. "Lemme sleep with you, at least. Just, you know, sleep. Mike's house is always cold."
"Ok, hang on." Derry unzips his sleeping bag. Will shrugs out of his jacket and pulls off his shoes. Derry rearranges himself so he's under the sleeping bag, flips up a corner of it, and lets Will crawl underneath and spoon up next to him.
"You sure you don't wanna squat in Joy's house with me? We stay long enough, we get squatter's rights."
"That's an English thing." Derry closes his eyes again. Mike's rug is cheap and kind of scratchy, but Will is nice and warm, and in two minutes he's asleep. He thinks Will is still talking about this house. He's pretty sure he'll have to hear about it all over again in the morning, but maybe Will will help him drag his shit to the laundromat. Derry's willing to put up with Will's babble if it means he has some help - and maybe some quarters - doing his laundry.