fic: It's Kind of a Funny Story, Except Not Really
Title: It's Kind of a Funny Story, Except Not Really
Pairing: Julie/Landry
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1690
Summary: A lot more happened than just a trip to The Landing Strip
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for 5.01
A/N: drabble meme, for stainofmylove's prompt "last night in Dillon redux"
He had woken up this morning with a splitting headache, scraped knees, and a small cut on his lip. Probably not the best first impression to make when he's moving to school and meeting the new roommate. But it had to have meant that he had a damn good night. Hopefully.
His fingers stumbled over the keypad on his cellphone and he closed his eyes as the phone began to ring. "Julie, do you remember what happened last night? Everything after the Crucifictorious show?"
She did.
Relieved and curious, he delayed his departure time so he could meet up with her to get the story. As well as have a proper goodbye because he's positive that any goodbye he said last night was mostly likely really incoherent and a mess.
If he was honest with himself, and he is (mostly), he'll say that he doesn't really remember where the beers came from. He thinks they were served at his farewell gig and then he and Julie had nicked a few bottles when they left the place. Not that it mattered because the adults in town weren't exactly the strict kind when it came to underage drinking as long as it was done responsibly.
And because he and Julie were fine, upstanding, young citizens of Dillon, neither of them drove after having polished off several bottles of beer. Luckily, Dillon wasn't exactly a big sprawling metropolitan city like Houston or Dallas, so simple walking would suffice.
Landry really doesn't remember much after the beer consumption but he does vaguely remember that he and Julie somehow found themselves back at Dillon High. West Dillon High, their former school. Wasn't that hard to wander over to Hermann Field, home to so many memories.
He must have made some crack about it being a field of dreams because he can kinda recall that Julie saying that he was no Kevin Costner. They must have flopped down on the turf because he has stains on the underside of his pants. Stains that could only come from sitting down on the field (or something like that).
Okay, wait, maybe he does remember a little bit more. His words a bit slurred, he stated that the night hadn't begun to even rank on the scale of epicness. And he had so wanted his last night in Dillon to be epic. He remembers Julie leaning over him, a mischievous look on her face, as she told him she knew exactly what he needed.
Then, he really couldn't remember. So it was all up to Julie to fill him in on what happened after that. She comes over shortly after noon and he barely gets out a greeting before hurriedly dragging her into his room and asking her to recount last night's events.
"Well, what's the last thing you remember?"
"We were at the old field and you said you knew how to make the night epic."
Julie nods, deep in thought. Her face scrunches a bit as her mind whirs to the moment that Landry can last recall. "So...you're not sure how you got that cut on your lip?"
"And my knees being scraped? No."
She gets a funny look on her face that disappears just as quickly as it appeared but Landry notices right away. "Hey, what's what look for?"
Skirting the question, Julie begins. "Okay, so, I take it that you haven't heard about what happened to the school?"
Landry's eyes widen. "The school? Julie, we didn't...burn it down or anything, did we?"
"What? No! Don't be ridiculous," she laughs at the look of horror on his face. "Nothing like that. Just more like, when the football team came to practice this morning, they found some interesting stuff on their field."
"Such as...?"
"The goal posts were toilet papered and there was glycerine spray everywhere on the field. And yes, we did that. All of it. Just the two of us."
Landry's jaw drops as his mind processes the ramifications of their prank. "That means their field..."
"Is pretty much unusable unless they manage to find a miracle solution to clean up the stuff."
"Julie!"
"What?"
"That's epic! Just, wow, I can't believe...we did that? How?"
"I think at this point, the less you know, the better. Nobody knows that we did it and it should probably stay that way. Especially since we're both about to get out of here."
"Okay, fair enough. Is that how I got the cut and the scrapes?"
She lets out an uneasy giggle. "Not exactly..."
"Well, you can't just stop there. What happened?"
"Let me just begin by saying that we had drank a lot..."
"Julie!"
"After we finished the prank, you wanted to celebrate and we kinda ended up at The Landing Strip."
"The Landing Strip? Oh, god."
"You know, you said the exact same thing last night. But yeah, we went and I think we were there for awhile. But I kinda lost track of the time since by then, it all blurred. You really seemed to like this one girl who gave you a bunch of lap dances. Anyway, I decided to leave and I left you money to take a cab home."
"That still doesn't explain my injuries."
"That's because I haven't gotten there yet," Julie chides. She reaches over and runs a finger along his bottom lip, lightly brushing by the cut. "I had started to leave The Landing Strip and you like jumped up and unfortunately, you hit one of the waitresses that was walking by. Like your head smacked into the tray she was holding. It was loud...and really funny," she grins.
"Laughing at my misery, Julie Taylor? So kind of you," Landry retorts dryly.
"You weren't seriously hurt! I'm allowed to laugh at that." She turns away, her eyes looking for anything other than Landry's gaze. "So, after that little incident, you came up to me. Highly drunk, I remind you. And in your drunken glory and slurred words, you said something to me about staying golden and then you wouldn't let go of me when you hugged me. So I had to drag you outside for a bit."
"Scraped knees?"
"Not yet."
"Well?"
"You know what? It might be a better idea that you don't know. Besides, you have to get going, don't you?" Julie jumps up, ready to get out of the room.
Landry grabs her wrist to stop her. "Now hold on. I agreed to not know everything about this prank we managed to pull off, but you need to tell me the rest. Please. Besides, what could have been that bad that you can't tell me. Me! Landry. Or your dad keeps calling me Lance. But, I didn't like cross any lines with you, did I? Like I didn't hit on you or anything, right?" When Julie didn't answer him, his words grew more frantic. "Oh god, I hit on you? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. Or at least, I'd never do it while sober. Because you used to date my best friend for like, well, it was a really fucking long time, and just-"
"Landry!" Julie half yelled, just wanting to have him shut up because the rambling made her feel worse. "You want to know what you did? This is what you did." She turns around and leans over, firmly planting her mouth on his. Her wrist escapes from Landry's grasp and she pushes her palms flat on his chest, pushing him flat on the bed as she straddles him. "That is what you did. Except, it wasn't a bed that I ended up lying flat on. Pavement's not so good for your knees."
"We didn't uhh...you know...um..."
"Have sex? No," she gives him a look as she rolls over, letting him sit back up. "Too public."
"Funny. Except not. Julie, I am so sorry."
"It's fine. I mean, your breath did smell like beer but it wasn't bad. And maybe in that moment, I wanted you to kiss me. So we could have a better goodbye than me just leaving you at The Landing Strip," she shrugs.
"So what does this mean? You, me, that."
"It means nothing. We were drunk, something happened, and that's that. We're still friends, there's nothing awkward. Look, clear your head, and get going to Rice." Except that there was some awkwardness because Julie conveniently leaves out a detail or two. Like the fact that while he had initiated the kiss, Julie had done nothing to stop him. Even kissed him back. And that's how they wound up on the pavement, in a dark spot behind The Landing Strip that people couldn't see unless they went looking for it. But not like she was going to tell him that. Ever.
"Julie..."
"No, seriously, Landry. Time for you to leave. Get out of Dillon. You've been ready to leave since the day we graduated, I mean, you've been packed for ages. So, let's get you on the road."
Half an hour later, all his possessions he wants to bring to Rice are in his car. They stand next to his car, not quite drawing out the last few moments of their time in Dillon, but not quite in a hurry to get rid of the moments either. He gives her a hug. a strong one, and he doesn't quite withdraw his arms when the hug's over. It's not like the previous night but yet, it's not totally different either. "Julie Taylor, you stay golden. I know you said I told you that last night, but the sentiment is all the same. Stay golden." He starts pulling away.
But this time, she's the one that stops him. Stops him and kisses him. She's not sure why, except that she knows she wants to. Wants to kiss him because he's her last tie to Matt. Wants to kiss him because he's always been there. Especially in the hard days when Matt first left. Wants to kiss him because she might want him. Want him more than she thinks is right.
"You can remember this one."
Pairing: Julie/Landry
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1690
Summary: A lot more happened than just a trip to The Landing Strip
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for 5.01
A/N: drabble meme, for stainofmylove's prompt "last night in Dillon redux"
He had woken up this morning with a splitting headache, scraped knees, and a small cut on his lip. Probably not the best first impression to make when he's moving to school and meeting the new roommate. But it had to have meant that he had a damn good night. Hopefully.
His fingers stumbled over the keypad on his cellphone and he closed his eyes as the phone began to ring. "Julie, do you remember what happened last night? Everything after the Crucifictorious show?"
She did.
Relieved and curious, he delayed his departure time so he could meet up with her to get the story. As well as have a proper goodbye because he's positive that any goodbye he said last night was mostly likely really incoherent and a mess.
If he was honest with himself, and he is (mostly), he'll say that he doesn't really remember where the beers came from. He thinks they were served at his farewell gig and then he and Julie had nicked a few bottles when they left the place. Not that it mattered because the adults in town weren't exactly the strict kind when it came to underage drinking as long as it was done responsibly.
And because he and Julie were fine, upstanding, young citizens of Dillon, neither of them drove after having polished off several bottles of beer. Luckily, Dillon wasn't exactly a big sprawling metropolitan city like Houston or Dallas, so simple walking would suffice.
Landry really doesn't remember much after the beer consumption but he does vaguely remember that he and Julie somehow found themselves back at Dillon High. West Dillon High, their former school. Wasn't that hard to wander over to Hermann Field, home to so many memories.
He must have made some crack about it being a field of dreams because he can kinda recall that Julie saying that he was no Kevin Costner. They must have flopped down on the turf because he has stains on the underside of his pants. Stains that could only come from sitting down on the field (or something like that).
Okay, wait, maybe he does remember a little bit more. His words a bit slurred, he stated that the night hadn't begun to even rank on the scale of epicness. And he had so wanted his last night in Dillon to be epic. He remembers Julie leaning over him, a mischievous look on her face, as she told him she knew exactly what he needed.
Then, he really couldn't remember. So it was all up to Julie to fill him in on what happened after that. She comes over shortly after noon and he barely gets out a greeting before hurriedly dragging her into his room and asking her to recount last night's events.
"Well, what's the last thing you remember?"
"We were at the old field and you said you knew how to make the night epic."
Julie nods, deep in thought. Her face scrunches a bit as her mind whirs to the moment that Landry can last recall. "So...you're not sure how you got that cut on your lip?"
"And my knees being scraped? No."
She gets a funny look on her face that disappears just as quickly as it appeared but Landry notices right away. "Hey, what's what look for?"
Skirting the question, Julie begins. "Okay, so, I take it that you haven't heard about what happened to the school?"
Landry's eyes widen. "The school? Julie, we didn't...burn it down or anything, did we?"
"What? No! Don't be ridiculous," she laughs at the look of horror on his face. "Nothing like that. Just more like, when the football team came to practice this morning, they found some interesting stuff on their field."
"Such as...?"
"The goal posts were toilet papered and there was glycerine spray everywhere on the field. And yes, we did that. All of it. Just the two of us."
Landry's jaw drops as his mind processes the ramifications of their prank. "That means their field..."
"Is pretty much unusable unless they manage to find a miracle solution to clean up the stuff."
"Julie!"
"What?"
"That's epic! Just, wow, I can't believe...we did that? How?"
"I think at this point, the less you know, the better. Nobody knows that we did it and it should probably stay that way. Especially since we're both about to get out of here."
"Okay, fair enough. Is that how I got the cut and the scrapes?"
She lets out an uneasy giggle. "Not exactly..."
"Well, you can't just stop there. What happened?"
"Let me just begin by saying that we had drank a lot..."
"Julie!"
"After we finished the prank, you wanted to celebrate and we kinda ended up at The Landing Strip."
"The Landing Strip? Oh, god."
"You know, you said the exact same thing last night. But yeah, we went and I think we were there for awhile. But I kinda lost track of the time since by then, it all blurred. You really seemed to like this one girl who gave you a bunch of lap dances. Anyway, I decided to leave and I left you money to take a cab home."
"That still doesn't explain my injuries."
"That's because I haven't gotten there yet," Julie chides. She reaches over and runs a finger along his bottom lip, lightly brushing by the cut. "I had started to leave The Landing Strip and you like jumped up and unfortunately, you hit one of the waitresses that was walking by. Like your head smacked into the tray she was holding. It was loud...and really funny," she grins.
"Laughing at my misery, Julie Taylor? So kind of you," Landry retorts dryly.
"You weren't seriously hurt! I'm allowed to laugh at that." She turns away, her eyes looking for anything other than Landry's gaze. "So, after that little incident, you came up to me. Highly drunk, I remind you. And in your drunken glory and slurred words, you said something to me about staying golden and then you wouldn't let go of me when you hugged me. So I had to drag you outside for a bit."
"Scraped knees?"
"Not yet."
"Well?"
"You know what? It might be a better idea that you don't know. Besides, you have to get going, don't you?" Julie jumps up, ready to get out of the room.
Landry grabs her wrist to stop her. "Now hold on. I agreed to not know everything about this prank we managed to pull off, but you need to tell me the rest. Please. Besides, what could have been that bad that you can't tell me. Me! Landry. Or your dad keeps calling me Lance. But, I didn't like cross any lines with you, did I? Like I didn't hit on you or anything, right?" When Julie didn't answer him, his words grew more frantic. "Oh god, I hit on you? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. Or at least, I'd never do it while sober. Because you used to date my best friend for like, well, it was a really fucking long time, and just-"
"Landry!" Julie half yelled, just wanting to have him shut up because the rambling made her feel worse. "You want to know what you did? This is what you did." She turns around and leans over, firmly planting her mouth on his. Her wrist escapes from Landry's grasp and she pushes her palms flat on his chest, pushing him flat on the bed as she straddles him. "That is what you did. Except, it wasn't a bed that I ended up lying flat on. Pavement's not so good for your knees."
"We didn't uhh...you know...um..."
"Have sex? No," she gives him a look as she rolls over, letting him sit back up. "Too public."
"Funny. Except not. Julie, I am so sorry."
"It's fine. I mean, your breath did smell like beer but it wasn't bad. And maybe in that moment, I wanted you to kiss me. So we could have a better goodbye than me just leaving you at The Landing Strip," she shrugs.
"So what does this mean? You, me, that."
"It means nothing. We were drunk, something happened, and that's that. We're still friends, there's nothing awkward. Look, clear your head, and get going to Rice." Except that there was some awkwardness because Julie conveniently leaves out a detail or two. Like the fact that while he had initiated the kiss, Julie had done nothing to stop him. Even kissed him back. And that's how they wound up on the pavement, in a dark spot behind The Landing Strip that people couldn't see unless they went looking for it. But not like she was going to tell him that. Ever.
"Julie..."
"No, seriously, Landry. Time for you to leave. Get out of Dillon. You've been ready to leave since the day we graduated, I mean, you've been packed for ages. So, let's get you on the road."
Half an hour later, all his possessions he wants to bring to Rice are in his car. They stand next to his car, not quite drawing out the last few moments of their time in Dillon, but not quite in a hurry to get rid of the moments either. He gives her a hug. a strong one, and he doesn't quite withdraw his arms when the hug's over. It's not like the previous night but yet, it's not totally different either. "Julie Taylor, you stay golden. I know you said I told you that last night, but the sentiment is all the same. Stay golden." He starts pulling away.
But this time, she's the one that stops him. Stops him and kisses him. She's not sure why, except that she knows she wants to. Wants to kiss him because he's her last tie to Matt. Wants to kiss him because he's always been there. Especially in the hard days when Matt first left. Wants to kiss him because she might want him. Want him more than she thinks is right.
"You can remember this one."