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that short little story i wrote for derico instead of two journals. :D definitely still got 100% on the assignment.
[flashback to their high school years!] [because technically right now, they’re both 35.]
“I’ve got a good reason,” James said suddenly as he and Dorian lounged in his family room, attempting to do homework that they had been assigned.
“What?” Dorian asked, barely glancing up from his AP Calculus book.
“This is stupid,” he replied smugly. “So I’m taking the easy way out.”
“And yet you want to become a doctor,” the hazel-eyed teenager chided. “With your lack of focus-”
“Give it a rest, Dor,” James cut in. “You’re writing Spanish on your Calc assignment.” Dorian glanced down at his paper.
“Crap…”
As Dorian crumpled up the Spanish calculus, James said, “Now who’s the unfocused one.”
“Shut up, James,” he growled, slamming the thick book shut. “So since neither of us can concentrate-” He glanced over at his friend, who had his face buried in the cushion of the couch he was laying on top of. “-what do you suggest we do?” Silence. “Where’s your sister?” The question was random, but the house was unusually quiet and he was curious.
“Gabby?” James’s head shot up and he looked around the room, slightly confused. Giving up his search, he let his head fall back down. “I don’t know. Probably somewhere with Molly.”
Silence again.
“I’m bored out of my mind!” James exclaimed suddenly, sitting up and looking at Dorian. “We’re in the last few weeks of our senior year-what are these teachers doing, trying to torture us?”
“Basically,” Dorian agreed as he headed toward the stereo to turn on the radio. “Care for some inspiring music?” James grinned.
“Better than homework.”
Dorian turned the stereo on and tuned it to the nearest station, turning the volume up.
“They got the house on the corner with the rug inside
They got the booze they need, all that money can buy
They got the shapely bods, they got the Steely Dan t-shirt.
Show biz kids making movies of themselves
You know they don’t give a fuck about anybody else…”
“I’m not a Steely Dan fan,” James told Dorian loudly. “Homework might be better unless you change the channel.” Dorian sighed and changed the station.
“I go out walking after midnight
Out in the moonlight
Just like we used to do
I’m always walking after midnight
Searching for you…”
“…Did I just land us back into the 1940s or something?” Dorian asked, confused by the radio station.
“Probably,” James muttered, uncaring.
“What are you two doing?” a girl’s voice rang through the melodic swing beats. The two young men looked over at the back door where James’s sister Gabby stood, back pack on one shoulder, with her friend Molly next to her, who looked embarrassed.
“What does it look like?” James asked back.
“That’s a terrible rebuttal,” Dorian said in an undertone. “We’re being procrastinators and listening to…uh…” The song was changing, so he listened to the beginning lyrics to figure it out.
“Johnny’s in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I’m on the pavement
Thinking about the government…”
“Bob Dylan, apparently,” he finished, ignoring the incredulous look Gabby was giving them.
“What are you doing?” James asked the girls, eyebrow raised.
“Getting back from school and we’re going to do some homework,” Gabby replied, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Or so she says now,” Molly commented; James laughed. Without a word to anyone else, Gabby took off. Molly shot an apologetic look to the boys and followed suit.
“That was anti-climactic,” James said after a long moment of silence.
“Definitely,” Dorian agreed, turning the stereo off. “So we’ve accomplished pretty much nothing.”
“Pretty much.”
“And we have no follow-up plan to relieve our boredom.”
“Yep.”
“So where does that leave us?”
“Up a creek?” James suggested with a shrug.
“That’s not a fun place to be,” Dorian pointed out.
“It’s better than doing homework.”
END.
[flashback to their high school years!] [because technically right now, they’re both 35.]
“I’ve got a good reason,” James said suddenly as he and Dorian lounged in his family room, attempting to do homework that they had been assigned.
“What?” Dorian asked, barely glancing up from his AP Calculus book.
“This is stupid,” he replied smugly. “So I’m taking the easy way out.”
“And yet you want to become a doctor,” the hazel-eyed teenager chided. “With your lack of focus-”
“Give it a rest, Dor,” James cut in. “You’re writing Spanish on your Calc assignment.” Dorian glanced down at his paper.
“Crap…”
As Dorian crumpled up the Spanish calculus, James said, “Now who’s the unfocused one.”
“Shut up, James,” he growled, slamming the thick book shut. “So since neither of us can concentrate-” He glanced over at his friend, who had his face buried in the cushion of the couch he was laying on top of. “-what do you suggest we do?” Silence. “Where’s your sister?” The question was random, but the house was unusually quiet and he was curious.
“Gabby?” James’s head shot up and he looked around the room, slightly confused. Giving up his search, he let his head fall back down. “I don’t know. Probably somewhere with Molly.”
Silence again.
“I’m bored out of my mind!” James exclaimed suddenly, sitting up and looking at Dorian. “We’re in the last few weeks of our senior year-what are these teachers doing, trying to torture us?”
“Basically,” Dorian agreed as he headed toward the stereo to turn on the radio. “Care for some inspiring music?” James grinned.
“Better than homework.”
Dorian turned the stereo on and tuned it to the nearest station, turning the volume up.
“They got the house on the corner with the rug inside
They got the booze they need, all that money can buy
They got the shapely bods, they got the Steely Dan t-shirt.
Show biz kids making movies of themselves
You know they don’t give a fuck about anybody else…”
“I’m not a Steely Dan fan,” James told Dorian loudly. “Homework might be better unless you change the channel.” Dorian sighed and changed the station.
“I go out walking after midnight
Out in the moonlight
Just like we used to do
I’m always walking after midnight
Searching for you…”
“…Did I just land us back into the 1940s or something?” Dorian asked, confused by the radio station.
“Probably,” James muttered, uncaring.
“What are you two doing?” a girl’s voice rang through the melodic swing beats. The two young men looked over at the back door where James’s sister Gabby stood, back pack on one shoulder, with her friend Molly next to her, who looked embarrassed.
“What does it look like?” James asked back.
“That’s a terrible rebuttal,” Dorian said in an undertone. “We’re being procrastinators and listening to…uh…” The song was changing, so he listened to the beginning lyrics to figure it out.
“Johnny’s in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I’m on the pavement
Thinking about the government…”
“Bob Dylan, apparently,” he finished, ignoring the incredulous look Gabby was giving them.
“What are you doing?” James asked the girls, eyebrow raised.
“Getting back from school and we’re going to do some homework,” Gabby replied, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Or so she says now,” Molly commented; James laughed. Without a word to anyone else, Gabby took off. Molly shot an apologetic look to the boys and followed suit.
“That was anti-climactic,” James said after a long moment of silence.
“Definitely,” Dorian agreed, turning the stereo off. “So we’ve accomplished pretty much nothing.”
“Pretty much.”
“And we have no follow-up plan to relieve our boredom.”
“Yep.”
“So where does that leave us?”
“Up a creek?” James suggested with a shrug.
“That’s not a fun place to be,” Dorian pointed out.
“It’s better than doing homework.”
END.