Teenage Dream (7c/?)amethystrose001June 2 2013, 12:40:26 UTC
“Uhhm?” A gentle voice interrupted them, and Charles sprang away like he’d been tased. Erik pointed a death glare to the owner of the voice, which was Moira, if he recalled correctly.
“Erik, um, Mr. Logan has called you to his office,” she said, looking here and there, and avoiding his glare. He nodded roughly, and looked back at Charles, who was avoiding his gaze as well, blushing scarlet.
Fine. It wouldn’t take much time…He hurried out to Logan’s office, hoping he could continue what he’d wanted to do.
The Math teacher simply huffed and handed him a few more books to be returned to the library, and good Lord! They were heavy. No wonder Charles had a fit body; these books were perfect gym materials, and Charles carried them around like a mother monkey carried her children.
Oh, Charles reminded him of something. Maybe he could finally ask Charles about the dance. Yeah, that would be a good idea, now that they were alone, (except for a few obstacles like Moira).
Erik walked back to the Math section, but found it deserted. He placed his dumbbells (books) down, looking for any hint of brown hair. Then he heard it, laughter coming from somewhere nearby, and followed it. He could hear the voices, muffled, coming from the other side of the shelf.
“Thank you so much, Charles! I was thinking I wont ever find it, but you did it!”
“Oh, no, that’s alright, love. Also, there are other books in the catalogue over there, in case you need it.”
“That’s wonderful! Would it be okay if I asked for your help again?”
“Absolutely! It would be my pleasure.”
A wave of something -Erik refused to recognize- surged through him. Oh? So now Charles called everyone his love or darling? Does that mean Erik wasn’t … any different for him? Would spending time with someone like Moira really be a pleasure to Charles?
Then why was Erik wasting his time? Fine! Charles had time for everyone, but him. Charles would be pleased to spend time with everyone. Erik wasn’t anything special, was he?
Charles came around the shelf, oblivious to Erik’s mood. “There you are, Erik!” he said, smiling. Was this a plastic smile, reserved for everyone?
“Come, lets go back and finish our work before the professor checks on us.” He walked past Erik, still unaware of the taller male’s anger.
Erik didn’t utter a single word till they were finished. He even avoided Charles as much as he could. Finally Charles noticed something was wrong.
“Is everything all right, darling?” He asked, concerned. Or was he really concerned? The word darling spiked off something in Erik.
“Sure is. Why don’t you ask Moira,” Erik muttered.
“What?” Charles asked, eyes going wide. He walked closer, placing one hand on Erik’s shoulder. Erik twisted away, eyes gleaming with anger…and something he couldn’t explain.
“Just-Just stay away from me, okay Charles?” Erik snapped. He didn’t want this. (Of course he wanted Charles, but not this Charles.) He didn’t want this pretense. He didn’t want to be just another darling to Charles. He wanted his old Charles back.
“Erik, um, Mr. Logan has called you to his office,” she said, looking here and there, and avoiding his glare. He nodded roughly, and looked back at Charles, who was avoiding his gaze as well, blushing scarlet.
Fine. It wouldn’t take much time…He hurried out to Logan’s office, hoping he could continue what he’d wanted to do.
The Math teacher simply huffed and handed him a few more books to be returned to the library, and good Lord! They were heavy. No wonder Charles had a fit body; these books were perfect gym materials, and Charles carried them around like a mother monkey carried her children.
Oh, Charles reminded him of something. Maybe he could finally ask Charles about the dance. Yeah, that would be a good idea, now that they were alone, (except for a few obstacles like Moira).
Erik walked back to the Math section, but found it deserted. He placed his dumbbells (books) down, looking for any hint of brown hair. Then he heard it, laughter coming from somewhere nearby, and followed it. He could hear the voices, muffled, coming from the other side of the shelf.
“Thank you so much, Charles! I was thinking I wont ever find it, but you did it!”
“Oh, no, that’s alright, love. Also, there are other books in the catalogue over there, in case you need it.”
“That’s wonderful! Would it be okay if I asked for your help again?”
“Absolutely! It would be my pleasure.”
A wave of something -Erik refused to recognize- surged through him. Oh? So now Charles called everyone his love or darling? Does that mean Erik wasn’t … any different for him? Would spending time with someone like Moira really be a pleasure to Charles?
Then why was Erik wasting his time? Fine! Charles had time for everyone, but him. Charles would be pleased to spend time with everyone. Erik wasn’t anything special, was he?
Charles came around the shelf, oblivious to Erik’s mood. “There you are, Erik!” he said, smiling. Was this a plastic smile, reserved for everyone?
“Come, lets go back and finish our work before the professor checks on us.” He walked past Erik, still unaware of the taller male’s anger.
Erik didn’t utter a single word till they were finished. He even avoided Charles as much as he could. Finally Charles noticed something was wrong.
“Is everything all right, darling?” He asked, concerned. Or was he really concerned? The word darling spiked off something in Erik.
“Sure is. Why don’t you ask Moira,” Erik muttered.
“What?” Charles asked, eyes going wide. He walked closer, placing one hand on Erik’s shoulder. Erik twisted away, eyes gleaming with anger…and something he couldn’t explain.
“Just-Just stay away from me, okay Charles?” Erik snapped. He didn’t want this. (Of course he wanted Charles, but not this Charles.) He didn’t want this pretense. He didn’t want to be just another darling to Charles. He wanted his old Charles back.
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