The Shock Of Love or Whatever [Part 1/?]
Title: The Shock Of Love or Whatever Part 1/? Also known as: PINEAPPLE FIC
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/People: Just Pinto for now.
Word count: 753
Author: kaidoh_kitty
A/N: This little fic started when I warned a RL friend about her boyfriend and I said something about "the shock of love or whatever" then I showed the lovely ladies of PintoChat and it just snowballed from there. Yeeeaaaah... The fun really starts when you replace the word pineapple with dick. Thanks, newo_kbi for that one.
Iiiiiiiiin Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania born and raised
In the drama room, is where he spent most of his days
Chillin, relaxin, he was all fine. He thought, "One day I'll be bffs w/ Chris Pine"
When CPine and his goons, who were up to no good, started knocking Zach around the neighbourhood
He got in one little fight and JJ got scared he said, "AY DIOS! MIS PINAS!" and "Get out of here!"
He whistled for Matt and Anton came near, he had Simon on his right and Karl at his rear
If anythin’ he could say this crew was rare but he thought ‘Naw, they’re awesome.’ “Come on, let's fight there"
They rolled up to his crew of about seven or eight and yelled to the boys, "yo, dicks, back up haters"
He looked at his conquest, he was finally there, he sits on his throne Princess Whitelaw is there
Chapter 1
Being unpopular was never easy. Hell, it was damn near impossible when the most popular of the school’s jocks hated your guts. Worst of all, the jock was an underclassman. It seemed everyone was privy to the reason for the hate except Zach. The half-Italian, half-Irish youth saw nothing wrong with his bisexuality.
Christopher Pine was homophobic. Any form of what he was taught to be a disease sickened and frightened him. His hate was personified in one Zachary Quinto. Chris wouldn’t admit it, but he was jealous of Quinto. Even as he passed him in the hall and pushed him so he would drop his books, he felt that jealousy. That only made his hatred worse. Zach was smart, charismatic, friendly and he didn’t have an image to maintain. Chris, while being smart and generally friendly, found he couldn’t let the school see that. (It didn’t end well when everyone found out Eric was smart and it could only turn out worse with him.)
Chris sneered at the older boy. “Watch where you’re going, loser.” Yeah, get him to hate you, that’ll keep your image up. Zach dusted the front of his pants and stood up to defend his honour before deciding against it and leaving. “Yeah, you’d better leave. Go cry to your big brother.” One of Chris’ lackeys called after him.
An attractive boy from Chris’ class picked up Zach’s books and handed them to him. “Hey, don’t let them get to you. They’ll get bored eventually.” Zach nodded thanks. The boy looked familiar, Zach thought. Seeing the confusion on the other lad’s face, the boy extended a hand. “I’m Matt.” He said with a winning smile.
Zach took back his books and smiled back. “Zach. I’d chat longer but I… um… Have to get to class.”
“Oh? What class?” Matt asked. Zach blushed slightly, “drama…” Most people laughed at him for it.
“Really? Me too!” Matt’s blue eyes shimmered with excitement. “Let’s go, then.” He offered. Zach smiled. Ah, so that was where he knew him from.
As they walked to the auditorium Zach couldn’t help notice how Matt’s eyes reminded him of Chris’. At least when Matt’s eyes got shiny it didn’t mean pain was going to befall him. Not that Zach particularly minded. He actually kind of liked it when Chris pushed him around. The brunette’s mind wandered and he accidently bumped into Matt. “Hey, you okay?”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry, just trying to remember my lines.” Matt shook his head and laughed.
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After class Chris and his crew were hanging around the hallway by Jumping Jack Sassafratz’ Pineapple stand. He was handing out business cards again. ‘Jumping Jack Sassafratz, El vendedor de Pinas’ read the shimmering yellow cards. Zach never understood the reason behind the Don Juan of a vendour but he didn’t question it. He was hungry and pineapples were delicious.
Zach approached the man who was not too much older than himself. “Are you a fan of delicious flavor?” Zach laughed and grabbed a pineapple. “Of course I am, why else would I be here?”
Meanwhile, Chris was subtly checking out Zach’s ass as he purchased an acidic tropical taste orgasm. “Hey, there’s that bisexual kid.” One of the goons pointed out. “Chris, go push him or something!”
Chris snerked and happily obliged. “Hey, freak.” He called to Zach. Zach turned around slowly.
“What do you want?”
Chris was surprised. “Oh, so you can talk.” He grabbed Zach’s fruit and took a bite. “I’ll take that.”
Zach was getting sick of these petty torments. He wanted his pineapple, damn it. He pushed Chris.
“Dude, not cool. Give it back.” Chris spat out a pineapple spike.
“Come and get it.” He pushed Zach back into the stand and the pineapples rolled down to the dirty high school floor.
“AYE DIOS MIO! MIS PINAS!” Jumping yelled, his fake mustache dangling precariously over his top lip.
Zach stood up and brushed his shoulders off. Fuck passive agressivism. He picked up a pineapple and chucked it at the attractive (fake) blonde.
It landed a foot in front of the target. ‘Nice going, Zach.’ He told himself.
Chris erupted in laughter. “Limp-wristed half-faggot!” Zach’s face turned bright red and he turned around as to not face the amused crowd.
Jumping Jack scowled. “Mis pinas…” He muttered sadly.
Zach stormed off the scene and down to the gym where there were bathrooms that held a semblance of privacy in which he could cool his temper. By cool his temper he meant cry.
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Rating: PG-13
Pairings/People: Just Pinto for now.
Word count: 753
Author: kaidoh_kitty
A/N: This little fic started when I warned a RL friend about her boyfriend and I said something about "the shock of love or whatever" then I showed the lovely ladies of PintoChat and it just snowballed from there. Yeeeaaaah... The fun really starts when you replace the word pineapple with dick. Thanks, newo_kbi for that one.
Iiiiiiiiin Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania born and raised
In the drama room, is where he spent most of his days
Chillin, relaxin, he was all fine. He thought, "One day I'll be bffs w/ Chris Pine"
When CPine and his goons, who were up to no good, started knocking Zach around the neighbourhood
He got in one little fight and JJ got scared he said, "AY DIOS! MIS PINAS!" and "Get out of here!"
He whistled for Matt and Anton came near, he had Simon on his right and Karl at his rear
If anythin’ he could say this crew was rare but he thought ‘Naw, they’re awesome.’ “Come on, let's fight there"
They rolled up to his crew of about seven or eight and yelled to the boys, "yo, dicks, back up haters"
He looked at his conquest, he was finally there, he sits on his throne Princess Whitelaw is there
Chapter 1
Being unpopular was never easy. Hell, it was damn near impossible when the most popular of the school’s jocks hated your guts. Worst of all, the jock was an underclassman. It seemed everyone was privy to the reason for the hate except Zach. The half-Italian, half-Irish youth saw nothing wrong with his bisexuality.
Christopher Pine was homophobic. Any form of what he was taught to be a disease sickened and frightened him. His hate was personified in one Zachary Quinto. Chris wouldn’t admit it, but he was jealous of Quinto. Even as he passed him in the hall and pushed him so he would drop his books, he felt that jealousy. That only made his hatred worse. Zach was smart, charismatic, friendly and he didn’t have an image to maintain. Chris, while being smart and generally friendly, found he couldn’t let the school see that. (It didn’t end well when everyone found out Eric was smart and it could only turn out worse with him.)
Chris sneered at the older boy. “Watch where you’re going, loser.” Yeah, get him to hate you, that’ll keep your image up. Zach dusted the front of his pants and stood up to defend his honour before deciding against it and leaving. “Yeah, you’d better leave. Go cry to your big brother.” One of Chris’ lackeys called after him.
An attractive boy from Chris’ class picked up Zach’s books and handed them to him. “Hey, don’t let them get to you. They’ll get bored eventually.” Zach nodded thanks. The boy looked familiar, Zach thought. Seeing the confusion on the other lad’s face, the boy extended a hand. “I’m Matt.” He said with a winning smile.
Zach took back his books and smiled back. “Zach. I’d chat longer but I… um… Have to get to class.”
“Oh? What class?” Matt asked. Zach blushed slightly, “drama…” Most people laughed at him for it.
“Really? Me too!” Matt’s blue eyes shimmered with excitement. “Let’s go, then.” He offered. Zach smiled. Ah, so that was where he knew him from.
As they walked to the auditorium Zach couldn’t help notice how Matt’s eyes reminded him of Chris’. At least when Matt’s eyes got shiny it didn’t mean pain was going to befall him. Not that Zach particularly minded. He actually kind of liked it when Chris pushed him around. The brunette’s mind wandered and he accidently bumped into Matt. “Hey, you okay?”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry, just trying to remember my lines.” Matt shook his head and laughed.
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After class Chris and his crew were hanging around the hallway by Jumping Jack Sassafratz’ Pineapple stand. He was handing out business cards again. ‘Jumping Jack Sassafratz, El vendedor de Pinas’ read the shimmering yellow cards. Zach never understood the reason behind the Don Juan of a vendour but he didn’t question it. He was hungry and pineapples were delicious.
Zach approached the man who was not too much older than himself. “Are you a fan of delicious flavor?” Zach laughed and grabbed a pineapple. “Of course I am, why else would I be here?”
Meanwhile, Chris was subtly checking out Zach’s ass as he purchased an acidic tropical taste orgasm. “Hey, there’s that bisexual kid.” One of the goons pointed out. “Chris, go push him or something!”
Chris snerked and happily obliged. “Hey, freak.” He called to Zach. Zach turned around slowly.
“What do you want?”
Chris was surprised. “Oh, so you can talk.” He grabbed Zach’s fruit and took a bite. “I’ll take that.”
Zach was getting sick of these petty torments. He wanted his pineapple, damn it. He pushed Chris.
“Dude, not cool. Give it back.” Chris spat out a pineapple spike.
“Come and get it.” He pushed Zach back into the stand and the pineapples rolled down to the dirty high school floor.
“AYE DIOS MIO! MIS PINAS!” Jumping yelled, his fake mustache dangling precariously over his top lip.
Zach stood up and brushed his shoulders off. Fuck passive agressivism. He picked up a pineapple and chucked it at the attractive (fake) blonde.
It landed a foot in front of the target. ‘Nice going, Zach.’ He told himself.
Chris erupted in laughter. “Limp-wristed half-faggot!” Zach’s face turned bright red and he turned around as to not face the amused crowd.
Jumping Jack scowled. “Mis pinas…” He muttered sadly.
Zach stormed off the scene and down to the gym where there were bathrooms that held a semblance of privacy in which he could cool his temper. By cool his temper he meant cry.
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