Post by Faye on Jan 1, 2006 1:38:59 GMT -5
I felt like I should at least write something while I'm incapacitated with laptop-need, even though it feels a little weird for me to be doing so. At any rate, once I can get the Christmas special up (late, of course), the following story may make a little more sense. It has Ben and Drew in it, but it's not overtly shounen ai (you have to use your imagination :D), and takes place not too long after they meet.
----------------------yarr!-------------------------
Drew was curled up on the couch, lazily leafing through a book he'd been assigned to read over the holidays. It was too late by now to do anything but skim a couple chapters and hope he wouldn't get called on to answer anything complicated, but the boy took these things in stride. More disconcerting, however, was why he was unable to get anything done.
"Where are the candles?" The sound of small feet thundering down the stairs ended in a thump at the landing. Drew winced.
"Moooom!"
"I don't know, hon. Ask your brother."
The boy tried to hide under the sofa as fast as possible, but, as usual, was about half a second too slow. An iron grip the like of which he supposed all older sisters had closed on his left ankle and dragged him out from below the furniture.
"Hey, dorkface, where did you put my bayberry?"
Drew's fingers scrabbled ineffectually at the carpet. "I didn't do anything with them! Leave me alone!"
Rose's mouth drew back slowly to form The Smile.
"I swear! I don't know!"
The Smile grew bigger. Drew blanched and redoubled his efforts.
At that moment, for good or evil, the doorbell rang. Both siblings froze.
It rang again.
Drew looked balefully up at his sister, who seemed to be considering whether to continue tormenting him.
Whoever was behind that door evidently had little patience. The doorbell began chiming furiously.
"Will one of you get that?"
Reluctantly, Rose loosened The Grip. Drew stumbled upright, glaring back over his shoulder and limping to the door, which he swung open ill-naturedly.
Standing on the other side of the doorway was a boy with an equally sulky expression on his face.
Drew blinked once, then again. "Oh, it's you."
"Who is it, hon?"
"It's that weird kid from school, mom. He's back again."
"Oh, all right. Tell him not to break anything."
If Drew had ever had doubts about Ben's ability to look even sulkier than before, they were immediately dispelled. A mass of paper and tape was thrust into the blond boy's arms. "I'm not staying."
Drew looked down at what he'd been given. It appeared to be a perfectly spherical mass of crinkled wrapping paper, approximately a foot and a half in diameter. It was held together through no earthly force he could name. Drew sighed, and began peeling.
As the mass shrank and the layers of paper fell away, he began to suspect that the weird kid from school had, in fact, given him a giant spherical wad of paper for Christmas. But at last, he came upon a small box at its center. Sparing Ben one last mistrusting glance, he lifted the lid.
"It's... apple juice."
"And bandages."
A silence fell over both boys.
"Uh," Drew began intelligently. The other boy stepped forward aggressively.
"You'll need them. Because I'm going to beat you." Ben paused. "Next time," he added helpfully.
"Oh."
"You can drink the juice," Ben insisted.
"....oh."
More silence. Drew shifted uncomfortably. By the door, inexplicably, there was a jar of chloroform. He reached out and grabbed it, along with the stray shoe that lay beside it, then shoved them both into the other boy's hands.
This seemed to mollify Ben somewhat. "Okay," he said, although Drew could not recall asking anything of him. Then, as an afterthought, "I'll beat you. Later."
The dark-haired boy scuttled back into the brush where, presumably, he'd come from. Drew closed the door slowly and locked it. Then he made sure it was locked.
Twice.
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Yeah, okay. Let's not write at 1:30 AM ever again.
----------------------yarr!-------------------------
Drew was curled up on the couch, lazily leafing through a book he'd been assigned to read over the holidays. It was too late by now to do anything but skim a couple chapters and hope he wouldn't get called on to answer anything complicated, but the boy took these things in stride. More disconcerting, however, was why he was unable to get anything done.
"Where are the candles?" The sound of small feet thundering down the stairs ended in a thump at the landing. Drew winced.
"Moooom!"
"I don't know, hon. Ask your brother."
The boy tried to hide under the sofa as fast as possible, but, as usual, was about half a second too slow. An iron grip the like of which he supposed all older sisters had closed on his left ankle and dragged him out from below the furniture.
"Hey, dorkface, where did you put my bayberry?"
Drew's fingers scrabbled ineffectually at the carpet. "I didn't do anything with them! Leave me alone!"
Rose's mouth drew back slowly to form The Smile.
"I swear! I don't know!"
The Smile grew bigger. Drew blanched and redoubled his efforts.
At that moment, for good or evil, the doorbell rang. Both siblings froze.
It rang again.
Drew looked balefully up at his sister, who seemed to be considering whether to continue tormenting him.
Whoever was behind that door evidently had little patience. The doorbell began chiming furiously.
"Will one of you get that?"
Reluctantly, Rose loosened The Grip. Drew stumbled upright, glaring back over his shoulder and limping to the door, which he swung open ill-naturedly.
Standing on the other side of the doorway was a boy with an equally sulky expression on his face.
Drew blinked once, then again. "Oh, it's you."
"Who is it, hon?"
"It's that weird kid from school, mom. He's back again."
"Oh, all right. Tell him not to break anything."
If Drew had ever had doubts about Ben's ability to look even sulkier than before, they were immediately dispelled. A mass of paper and tape was thrust into the blond boy's arms. "I'm not staying."
Drew looked down at what he'd been given. It appeared to be a perfectly spherical mass of crinkled wrapping paper, approximately a foot and a half in diameter. It was held together through no earthly force he could name. Drew sighed, and began peeling.
As the mass shrank and the layers of paper fell away, he began to suspect that the weird kid from school had, in fact, given him a giant spherical wad of paper for Christmas. But at last, he came upon a small box at its center. Sparing Ben one last mistrusting glance, he lifted the lid.
"It's... apple juice."
"And bandages."
A silence fell over both boys.
"Uh," Drew began intelligently. The other boy stepped forward aggressively.
"You'll need them. Because I'm going to beat you." Ben paused. "Next time," he added helpfully.
"Oh."
"You can drink the juice," Ben insisted.
"....oh."
More silence. Drew shifted uncomfortably. By the door, inexplicably, there was a jar of chloroform. He reached out and grabbed it, along with the stray shoe that lay beside it, then shoved them both into the other boy's hands.
This seemed to mollify Ben somewhat. "Okay," he said, although Drew could not recall asking anything of him. Then, as an afterthought, "I'll beat you. Later."
The dark-haired boy scuttled back into the brush where, presumably, he'd come from. Drew closed the door slowly and locked it. Then he made sure it was locked.
Twice.
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Yeah, okay. Let's not write at 1:30 AM ever again.
;; And...thanks for...worrying?