A story from Glam_100
Title: 1976
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Tommy, Neil, Slater, Randy "Pink" Floyd.
Rating (Word Count): 10x100 PG-13
Warning(s): Drug use, dealing
Author's notes: This is a crossover with the fantastic cult movie Dazed and Confused. If you haven't seen it, it's a high school movie set in the 70's with a huge cast. One day there will be a bigger version of this fic, but here's a taste of it.
Tommy rode by the high school, blasting “Walk This Way” as he got closer to the front. He could see the football coach glaring at him, and he smiled in response. The coach knew damned well what he was up to, but there was no evidence. He made sure of that. Then he pulled up to the front doors as a sea of students swarmed through them. “Hey man,” was the only greeting he got before Pink, Slater and Simone all piled into his car. “Heading to your place?” Pink looked as mellow as ever, but Slater was twitching slightly.
“Let’s go to the woods,” Tommy said, and started his car. He looked in the mirror-his hair looked good shorter. He hadn’t had the balls to dye it yet. His customers and friends chattered as Tommy drove them to their getting high spot. Pickford had gotten busted for selling over the summer and sent to military school by his prick of a dad. So now Tommy had the business, until he raised enough money to start a band. It would be the first punk band at the school, he hoped these kids would be ready for it. He sure was.
After they had picked up some burgers and fries from the drive-in, Tommy passed out the pot, refusing to give Slater credit so he sponged off Pink, again. Tommy got high with them, and it was a nice way to spend the afternoon. They stayed out until dusk, since Pink didn’t have football practice anymore. Coach never forgave him for refusing to sign that statement, but Pink didn’t seem to care. He spent more time with his diverse circle of friends, and seemed happy with himself. Tommy liked that about him, that he never tried to be something he wasn’t.
That thought made Tommy feel a little bit like a fraud, since he was only a drug dealer to get what he wanted later. It wasn’t his fucking career. He was a musician, and he thought like one. He liked or tolerated his customers, but what he really wanted to do, every day, was play his guitar. Fuck ‘em if nobody else liked it, too. But now the sun was setting and everyone piled back in his car and he let them off back at the school. Tommy pulled out after that, because he had someplace to be by now.
The University of Austin was a big place, but he knew right where to go. He wandered to the theater department without anyone noticing, and he saw that kid again. He was a tall, sweet theater major, and he had the look of someone who would put his customers on edge. They were all so open minded and shit, but Adam would have freaked them out. And all because he was gay, too. These were guys who would spend all afternoon watching Godzilla movies stoned. He liked them just fine, but fuck if he would trust their opinion on that.
“Back for more?” was all Adam said when he came up. Tommy grinned and shook his hand, Adam hanging on just a little too long. “Well, come on, let’s go.” He followed Adam through a lot of back rooms until he came to one full of plants and grow lights. A dark haired boy wearing a threadbare t-shirt and a pair of pants falling off his ass was crouched over them. “Hey bro,” Adam said. “Tommy’s back, got any ready for him?” Neil turned around and waved at him, distracted. Tommy wasn’t surprised, Neil prized his plants above other people.
“Hey man,” Neil finally said as he dusted off his hands on his filthy jeans. “You got the money?” Tommy nodded and they went back to what Neil called his ‘office’ and what the school would call a broom closet. Tommy still wasn’t fucking sure how Neil could grow weed right on school grounds, but he seemed to be doing fine. Neil counted the money while Adam stood near the front as a lookout. It was pretty funny-no way could they move all those fucking plants in time. He turned back to Neil when he finished counting the day’s take.
“Not bad, man,” Neil said. “I love that high school man, they’re good customers.” Neil grabbed a few joints and said “Wanna get high before we get settled?” Tommy shook his head-he just wanted to get his next pack of weed and go. He didn’t have much to say to Neil, who was into far-out theories and paranoia. He’d rather talk to Adam, who was still standing at the other side of the room, smiling softly in his direction. Tommy smiled back when Neil was distracted. Neil might be smart, but he was dumb catching on to Adam and Tommy.
Later, Adam sat with Tommy in his car, both of them drinking Cokes, the pot ignored for the night. “I like it when you come by. I know it’s business, but…” Tommy wanted to say that it was more than business, and as much as he could never say a word to his classmates or customers, Adam was important to him. He knew the shit they would get if they found out he was a homo and had a boyfriend at college. He stopped thinking about all that when Adam leaned in to kiss him. He tasted sweet and soft.
Tommy went back to school the next day in his role as the dealer, the pothead who would sell the stuff his customers wanted. He played the role while the entire time his mind was filled with guitar chords and images of a boy with a pretty smile. And he hid it well, but sometimes he caught Pink giving him a knowing look, and he was reminded that not everyone in his school was stupid or narrow-minded. Some people actually were as cool as they thought. Some people were almost cool enough to trust with the truth. But just almost.
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Tommy, Neil, Slater, Randy "Pink" Floyd.
Rating (Word Count): 10x100 PG-13
Warning(s): Drug use, dealing
Author's notes: This is a crossover with the fantastic cult movie Dazed and Confused. If you haven't seen it, it's a high school movie set in the 70's with a huge cast. One day there will be a bigger version of this fic, but here's a taste of it.
Tommy rode by the high school, blasting “Walk This Way” as he got closer to the front. He could see the football coach glaring at him, and he smiled in response. The coach knew damned well what he was up to, but there was no evidence. He made sure of that. Then he pulled up to the front doors as a sea of students swarmed through them. “Hey man,” was the only greeting he got before Pink, Slater and Simone all piled into his car. “Heading to your place?” Pink looked as mellow as ever, but Slater was twitching slightly.
“Let’s go to the woods,” Tommy said, and started his car. He looked in the mirror-his hair looked good shorter. He hadn’t had the balls to dye it yet. His customers and friends chattered as Tommy drove them to their getting high spot. Pickford had gotten busted for selling over the summer and sent to military school by his prick of a dad. So now Tommy had the business, until he raised enough money to start a band. It would be the first punk band at the school, he hoped these kids would be ready for it. He sure was.
After they had picked up some burgers and fries from the drive-in, Tommy passed out the pot, refusing to give Slater credit so he sponged off Pink, again. Tommy got high with them, and it was a nice way to spend the afternoon. They stayed out until dusk, since Pink didn’t have football practice anymore. Coach never forgave him for refusing to sign that statement, but Pink didn’t seem to care. He spent more time with his diverse circle of friends, and seemed happy with himself. Tommy liked that about him, that he never tried to be something he wasn’t.
That thought made Tommy feel a little bit like a fraud, since he was only a drug dealer to get what he wanted later. It wasn’t his fucking career. He was a musician, and he thought like one. He liked or tolerated his customers, but what he really wanted to do, every day, was play his guitar. Fuck ‘em if nobody else liked it, too. But now the sun was setting and everyone piled back in his car and he let them off back at the school. Tommy pulled out after that, because he had someplace to be by now.
The University of Austin was a big place, but he knew right where to go. He wandered to the theater department without anyone noticing, and he saw that kid again. He was a tall, sweet theater major, and he had the look of someone who would put his customers on edge. They were all so open minded and shit, but Adam would have freaked them out. And all because he was gay, too. These were guys who would spend all afternoon watching Godzilla movies stoned. He liked them just fine, but fuck if he would trust their opinion on that.
“Back for more?” was all Adam said when he came up. Tommy grinned and shook his hand, Adam hanging on just a little too long. “Well, come on, let’s go.” He followed Adam through a lot of back rooms until he came to one full of plants and grow lights. A dark haired boy wearing a threadbare t-shirt and a pair of pants falling off his ass was crouched over them. “Hey bro,” Adam said. “Tommy’s back, got any ready for him?” Neil turned around and waved at him, distracted. Tommy wasn’t surprised, Neil prized his plants above other people.
“Hey man,” Neil finally said as he dusted off his hands on his filthy jeans. “You got the money?” Tommy nodded and they went back to what Neil called his ‘office’ and what the school would call a broom closet. Tommy still wasn’t fucking sure how Neil could grow weed right on school grounds, but he seemed to be doing fine. Neil counted the money while Adam stood near the front as a lookout. It was pretty funny-no way could they move all those fucking plants in time. He turned back to Neil when he finished counting the day’s take.
“Not bad, man,” Neil said. “I love that high school man, they’re good customers.” Neil grabbed a few joints and said “Wanna get high before we get settled?” Tommy shook his head-he just wanted to get his next pack of weed and go. He didn’t have much to say to Neil, who was into far-out theories and paranoia. He’d rather talk to Adam, who was still standing at the other side of the room, smiling softly in his direction. Tommy smiled back when Neil was distracted. Neil might be smart, but he was dumb catching on to Adam and Tommy.
Later, Adam sat with Tommy in his car, both of them drinking Cokes, the pot ignored for the night. “I like it when you come by. I know it’s business, but…” Tommy wanted to say that it was more than business, and as much as he could never say a word to his classmates or customers, Adam was important to him. He knew the shit they would get if they found out he was a homo and had a boyfriend at college. He stopped thinking about all that when Adam leaned in to kiss him. He tasted sweet and soft.
Tommy went back to school the next day in his role as the dealer, the pothead who would sell the stuff his customers wanted. He played the role while the entire time his mind was filled with guitar chords and images of a boy with a pretty smile. And he hid it well, but sometimes he caught Pink giving him a knowing look, and he was reminded that not everyone in his school was stupid or narrow-minded. Some people actually were as cool as they thought. Some people were almost cool enough to trust with the truth. But just almost.