Judgments & Prejudices
Title: Judgments & Prejudices
Fandom: Hath Not a Jew (original)
Characters: Tom Parkers, Paul Kearny, Lillian Urquhart
Prompt: 064. Moody
Word Count: 965
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Political views exchanged in an unpleasant way
Summary: Tom and Paul run into an old roommate of Laurie's (Tom's sister).
“Tom! Tom Parkers!”
I turned around and saw Lillian.
“Hi,” I said, feigning more interest and enthusiasm than I felt. “How are you?”
“Well, my mom is now working as a [job]. She was working as a [job], but Bill Clinton outsourced her job, and he’s a Democrat. And now, she’s in the hospital with some kind of infection because she wouldn’t take her medications, and my dad said if she doesn’t, we’re going to leave. I’m glad because she’s being a real baby about it. Plus we were supposed to go to France for my birthday, but now we can’t because of my stupid mom.”
“You spoiled brat,” Paul said.
“What the hell’s your problem?” she asked.
“Just be thankful your mom’s still alive. Not everyone’s as lucky.”
“Who is he?” she asked me.
“My boyfriend Paul.”
“Oh, so you’re still gay?”
“Yeah, it kind of works that way,” I said.
“Too bad. Back when I roomed with Laurie I thought you were cute. But I don’t know. Now you’re kind of fat.”
“I’m sorry,” Paul said. “Have you looked in a mirror? You look pregnant.”
“What is your issue? Don’t you know it’s rude to comment on a woman’s weight? I know I have a bit of a belly. I’m no longer on track or cross like I was in high school. But I eat healthy. I no longer drink pop. And if I do, it’s Pepsi because I’ve seen what Coke does to rust. And I don’t eat hot dogs. Do you know what’s in them? They’re nasty.”
“So what do you like to eat?” Paul said.
“Lunchables, cookie dough, cheese, mashed potatoes, pasta if it’s in Alfredo sauce-“
“Just stop there,” Paul said. “I’ve heard enough.”
“I’m a Dietetics major. I know what’s healthy.”
“Oh my god. You’re going to be telling other people what to eat? Do you plan on changing your diet?”
“What’s wrong with my diet? My Health teacher in high school always ate raw cookie dough.”
“You are going to be such a hypocrite.”
“What do you know about food, Mr. Hot Shot?”
“I’m a Culinary Arts major.”
“A what?”
Paul sighed in frustration.
“I’m going to be a chef.”
“That sounds like a boring job.”
“Good thing I didn’t ask your opinion.”
“Why do you hate me?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you insulted my boyfriend, my sexuality, my politics, and my major. Pick one.”
“Tom, how did you wind up with such a jerk?”
“He’s not a jerk. Overly passionate maybe, but not a jerk,” I said, taking Paul’s hand in mine.
Lillian scoffed before leaving.
“Wow, what was that?” I asked, turning to face Paul.
“You mean my responses?”
I nodded as we began walking again.
“That was my unpleasant side. I was a bit immature.”
“Honestly though, I was proud of you.”
“What? Why? I shouldn’t have stooped to her level like that.”
“Perhaps. But, you stood up for what you believe in, and I always wanted to tell her off, but thought it would be pointless.”
“First of all, I was standing up for what I love. Secondly, it probably was pointless.”
“Probably. I remember Laurie saying one moment Lillian would be questioning if they were friends, and the next she would act like they were best friends.”
“So are you still proud of me?”
“Yes. Even if it was pointless, you still stood your ground.”
“What can I say, she was attacking what I love, and it made me see red. And Tom, what she said about you was pure lies. You’re not fat, you know that, right?”
“Yeah,” I said, thinking I could stand to lose a few pounds.
“Tom, look at me,” Paul said, stopping.
I turned so we were facing each other. Paul grabbed a hold of me by my shoulders.
“You are a gorgeous, sexy man. If you were any better looking you would look like you thought you were a Ken doll.”
“You don’t think Ken’s good looking?” I asked, as we began walking again.
“I think he’s made out of plastic, and therefore an unrealistic role model for looks - unless you want to look like you’re made out of plastic.”
“Fair enough,” I said.
“I still can’t believe she called you fat.”
“I still can’t believe you told her she looks pregnant,” I said.
Paul blushed.
“Yeah, that was not my finest moment. That was definitely rude.”
“Honestly. . .sometimes I think politeness is wasted on her. I know it sounds mean, and it probably is, but she’s one of those people who doesn’t seem to realize how mean she can be, because, I don’t know, either she thinks she is being helpful, or she underestimates the power of words.”
“So she believes ‘words will never hurt me’?”
“I think so. And as harsh as it sounds, sometimes I think it’s the last resort way to try and get these people to realize how mean they are.”
“She does seem mean.”
We walked in silence for a few moments before I asked,
“She really got to you with how she talked about her mom didn’t she?”
Paul nodded.
“I miss my mom every day, and I really hate how she was taking hers for granted. I would do almost anything to be able to have mine back.”
“I like how you said ‘almost’.”
“Well, I wouldn’t get rid of my soul or you, and I wouldn’t want harm caused to anyone else.”
“Aww, you like me. You want to hug me. You want to kiss me. . .”
“Okay Sandra Bullock.”
“Did you just call me a girl?”
Paul rolled his eyes and shoved me. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Come here you dork,” Paul said, and put his arm around my shoulders.
Fandom: Hath Not a Jew (original)
Characters: Tom Parkers, Paul Kearny, Lillian Urquhart
Prompt: 064. Moody
Word Count: 965
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Political views exchanged in an unpleasant way
Summary: Tom and Paul run into an old roommate of Laurie's (Tom's sister).
“Tom! Tom Parkers!”
I turned around and saw Lillian.
“Hi,” I said, feigning more interest and enthusiasm than I felt. “How are you?”
“Well, my mom is now working as a [job]. She was working as a [job], but Bill Clinton outsourced her job, and he’s a Democrat. And now, she’s in the hospital with some kind of infection because she wouldn’t take her medications, and my dad said if she doesn’t, we’re going to leave. I’m glad because she’s being a real baby about it. Plus we were supposed to go to France for my birthday, but now we can’t because of my stupid mom.”
“You spoiled brat,” Paul said.
“What the hell’s your problem?” she asked.
“Just be thankful your mom’s still alive. Not everyone’s as lucky.”
“Who is he?” she asked me.
“My boyfriend Paul.”
“Oh, so you’re still gay?”
“Yeah, it kind of works that way,” I said.
“Too bad. Back when I roomed with Laurie I thought you were cute. But I don’t know. Now you’re kind of fat.”
“I’m sorry,” Paul said. “Have you looked in a mirror? You look pregnant.”
“What is your issue? Don’t you know it’s rude to comment on a woman’s weight? I know I have a bit of a belly. I’m no longer on track or cross like I was in high school. But I eat healthy. I no longer drink pop. And if I do, it’s Pepsi because I’ve seen what Coke does to rust. And I don’t eat hot dogs. Do you know what’s in them? They’re nasty.”
“So what do you like to eat?” Paul said.
“Lunchables, cookie dough, cheese, mashed potatoes, pasta if it’s in Alfredo sauce-“
“Just stop there,” Paul said. “I’ve heard enough.”
“I’m a Dietetics major. I know what’s healthy.”
“Oh my god. You’re going to be telling other people what to eat? Do you plan on changing your diet?”
“What’s wrong with my diet? My Health teacher in high school always ate raw cookie dough.”
“You are going to be such a hypocrite.”
“What do you know about food, Mr. Hot Shot?”
“I’m a Culinary Arts major.”
“A what?”
Paul sighed in frustration.
“I’m going to be a chef.”
“That sounds like a boring job.”
“Good thing I didn’t ask your opinion.”
“Why do you hate me?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you insulted my boyfriend, my sexuality, my politics, and my major. Pick one.”
“Tom, how did you wind up with such a jerk?”
“He’s not a jerk. Overly passionate maybe, but not a jerk,” I said, taking Paul’s hand in mine.
Lillian scoffed before leaving.
“Wow, what was that?” I asked, turning to face Paul.
“You mean my responses?”
I nodded as we began walking again.
“That was my unpleasant side. I was a bit immature.”
“Honestly though, I was proud of you.”
“What? Why? I shouldn’t have stooped to her level like that.”
“Perhaps. But, you stood up for what you believe in, and I always wanted to tell her off, but thought it would be pointless.”
“First of all, I was standing up for what I love. Secondly, it probably was pointless.”
“Probably. I remember Laurie saying one moment Lillian would be questioning if they were friends, and the next she would act like they were best friends.”
“So are you still proud of me?”
“Yes. Even if it was pointless, you still stood your ground.”
“What can I say, she was attacking what I love, and it made me see red. And Tom, what she said about you was pure lies. You’re not fat, you know that, right?”
“Yeah,” I said, thinking I could stand to lose a few pounds.
“Tom, look at me,” Paul said, stopping.
I turned so we were facing each other. Paul grabbed a hold of me by my shoulders.
“You are a gorgeous, sexy man. If you were any better looking you would look like you thought you were a Ken doll.”
“You don’t think Ken’s good looking?” I asked, as we began walking again.
“I think he’s made out of plastic, and therefore an unrealistic role model for looks - unless you want to look like you’re made out of plastic.”
“Fair enough,” I said.
“I still can’t believe she called you fat.”
“I still can’t believe you told her she looks pregnant,” I said.
Paul blushed.
“Yeah, that was not my finest moment. That was definitely rude.”
“Honestly. . .sometimes I think politeness is wasted on her. I know it sounds mean, and it probably is, but she’s one of those people who doesn’t seem to realize how mean she can be, because, I don’t know, either she thinks she is being helpful, or she underestimates the power of words.”
“So she believes ‘words will never hurt me’?”
“I think so. And as harsh as it sounds, sometimes I think it’s the last resort way to try and get these people to realize how mean they are.”
“She does seem mean.”
We walked in silence for a few moments before I asked,
“She really got to you with how she talked about her mom didn’t she?”
Paul nodded.
“I miss my mom every day, and I really hate how she was taking hers for granted. I would do almost anything to be able to have mine back.”
“I like how you said ‘almost’.”
“Well, I wouldn’t get rid of my soul or you, and I wouldn’t want harm caused to anyone else.”
“Aww, you like me. You want to hug me. You want to kiss me. . .”
“Okay Sandra Bullock.”
“Did you just call me a girl?”
Paul rolled his eyes and shoved me. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Come here you dork,” Paul said, and put his arm around my shoulders.