roles reversed - implied hanhall alt. friendship - 1/1
Title: Roles Reversed
Fandom: 21 Jump Street (:D!)
Pairing/Character/Etc: Tom, Doug (not slash, but if it makes you feel better...)
Theme(s): 016. jock strap
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: jock-straps lol.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but my 21 Jump Street wall-of-fame is right here. -points to the left-
Notes: I feel like this fandom is dying, I'm determined not to let it. Pointless, really, just trying to get a feel for the fandom again. Dialogue-fic. Essentially no plot. Okay? Okay. No beta. Any mistakes are my own.
Word Count: 413
"I always laugh at the idea of you doing a cover as the football-star type. Did you know that? I walk out of Fuller's office and laugh for about an hour in the bathroom
"Really? Because you in general make me laugh, and that wasn't exactly a compliment."
"Did Tommy get a baseball bat stuck up his ass?"
"Don't you have some math problems to do or something?"
"I have to do an outline for some class, if that's what you're trying to get at. It won't matter, since you're going to do it for me anyway."
"Why don't you leave me alone and go get started on that outline now? I can finish it for you.."
"Oh, you see, I'd gladly leave you in the gym locker room, if it weren't for the fact that earlier this morning, we made plans for you to give me a ride back to jump street, and not to mention our pitiful excuse for plans that involve drowning ourselves in alcohol at that bar just down the street from your apartment. I feel I have an obligation to follow you to the gym locker room."
"Oh."
"Oh? Is that all you have to say? Seriously, Hanson, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Tom, I'm not blind."
"There's no reason. It's just been a bad day. Okay?"
"Whatever you say, Hanson. I'll shut up now, if it makes you feel better."
"Thanks."
"What's that?"
"So much for shutting up, Doug. Do you understand what it means to, you know, keep your mouth closed every once in a while?"
"That's sweet, coming from you."
"Hey, at least we have some similarities."
"No but seriously, what is that?"
"That, Doug, is called a gym bag."
"Really? I had no idea."
"Wait, what?"
"I mean, what's in it? Jesus christ, is there a brick in your skull or is your head just hollow?"
"Hollow."
"Way to avoid the question, Hanson."
"It's a gym bag. It's not like it's a great mystery."
"I beg to differ. I believe it was a jockstrap."
"A jockstrap?"
"Stop looking at me like I'm crazy. That's my final answer."
"You're wrong."
"Do they even make jock straps small enough for you, Tommy?"
"I'll have you know that - that..."
"Oh, how cute. You're blushing.
"Penhall?"
"Yea?"
"Shut up."
"No."
"If you don't shut up, Doug - "
"Okay I'm being quiet."
"Thank you."
"Tom?"
"What?"
"I still think it's a jock strap, though."
"I hate you."
"Love you too."
Fandom: 21 Jump Street (:D!)
Pairing/Character/Etc: Tom, Doug (not slash, but if it makes you feel better...)
Theme(s): 016. jock strap
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: jock-straps lol.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but my 21 Jump Street wall-of-fame is right here. -points to the left-
Notes: I feel like this fandom is dying, I'm determined not to let it. Pointless, really, just trying to get a feel for the fandom again. Dialogue-fic. Essentially no plot. Okay? Okay. No beta. Any mistakes are my own.
Word Count: 413
"I always laugh at the idea of you doing a cover as the football-star type. Did you know that? I walk out of Fuller's office and laugh for about an hour in the bathroom
"Really? Because you in general make me laugh, and that wasn't exactly a compliment."
"Did Tommy get a baseball bat stuck up his ass?"
"Don't you have some math problems to do or something?"
"I have to do an outline for some class, if that's what you're trying to get at. It won't matter, since you're going to do it for me anyway."
"Why don't you leave me alone and go get started on that outline now? I can finish it for you.."
"Oh, you see, I'd gladly leave you in the gym locker room, if it weren't for the fact that earlier this morning, we made plans for you to give me a ride back to jump street, and not to mention our pitiful excuse for plans that involve drowning ourselves in alcohol at that bar just down the street from your apartment. I feel I have an obligation to follow you to the gym locker room."
"Oh."
"Oh? Is that all you have to say? Seriously, Hanson, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Tom, I'm not blind."
"There's no reason. It's just been a bad day. Okay?"
"Whatever you say, Hanson. I'll shut up now, if it makes you feel better."
"Thanks."
"What's that?"
"So much for shutting up, Doug. Do you understand what it means to, you know, keep your mouth closed every once in a while?"
"That's sweet, coming from you."
"Hey, at least we have some similarities."
"No but seriously, what is that?"
"That, Doug, is called a gym bag."
"Really? I had no idea."
"Wait, what?"
"I mean, what's in it? Jesus christ, is there a brick in your skull or is your head just hollow?"
"Hollow."
"Way to avoid the question, Hanson."
"It's a gym bag. It's not like it's a great mystery."
"I beg to differ. I believe it was a jockstrap."
"A jockstrap?"
"Stop looking at me like I'm crazy. That's my final answer."
"You're wrong."
"Do they even make jock straps small enough for you, Tommy?"
"I'll have you know that - that..."
"Oh, how cute. You're blushing.
"Penhall?"
"Yea?"
"Shut up."
"No."
"If you don't shut up, Doug - "
"Okay I'm being quiet."
"Thank you."
"Tom?"
"What?"
"I still think it's a jock strap, though."
"I hate you."
"Love you too."