Post by Muse on Jun 1, 2013 22:38:48 GMT 10
Title: She’s The Man III
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 603
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: Alanna calls Jon “dawg” and “g-money”, and also Jon likes Delia likes Alanna (Thom, well, kinda, but no one knows) likes Jon…
A/N: A loving parody of "She's the Man" feat. Amanda Bynes, which in turn is a loving parody of Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night", so I figured why not? Fun fact, Twelfth Night is one of my favorites.
The minute the bell rang, the entire chemistry class erupted into a flurry of activity as Alanna’s classmates shoved paper, pens, and textbooks into their backpacks. Across the lab station from her, Delia of Eldorne smiled at Alanna. “I’m so glad you’re my lab partner,” she said, batting her eyelashes subtly.
Alanna was certain that, if she were actually a boy and not just a girl pretending to be her brother that no one knew about, the eye fluttering would be quite hot. Maybe. Or it might just look like she had something stuck in her eye.
“Sure,” Alanna shrugged. “You’re awesome.”
Delia all but swooned out the door, and Alanna reached for her notebook. A hand slammed down on it, pinning it to the table, and Alanna looked up into her roommate’s furious blue eyes.
“Dude,” Jon hissed at Alanna. She raised an eyebrow at the choice of pronoun. He was beginning to sound like her.
“Sup, dawg?” She replied, but the obnoxious phrase went straight over Jon’s head. He leaned further across the lab table to whisper frantically at her.
“Thom, what are you doing? That’s Delia Eldorne.” He looked at her as though the name should have some sort of deeper meaning.
“…Delia…?” Alanna tried to remember if there was a reason that Delia should be so venerated. “…ok, g-money, I got nothing.”
Jon blinked. “Wait, what?---no, never mind that, Delia Eldorne. Delia Eldorne.” His voice lowers until Alanna could barely hear him. “I like her, Thom.”
Alanna straightened up, chemistry textbook and notebook in her hands. “That’s great!” she exclaimed, only to have Jon shoot her a pained look and shush her.
“Wait, why isn’t that great,” Alanna asked, still talking at a normal volume, and Jon choked on air. Grabbing her by the arm, he dragged her behind him out of the science lab.
“Thom,” Jon hissed, “She was flirting with you all class and I like her and why were you letting her flirt with you?”
Alanna frowned. “She’s my lab partner, dude, chill out.” She quickened her pace to keep up with Jon, whose long strides were carrying him through the hallways almost too fast for her to keep up. “Wait, is this a thing? Are you actually really upset?”
Jon paused, one hand outstretched to push through the doors of the science building. “What does it look like, Thom?”
Alanna hurried to push the door open, leading the way outside and towards the dining hall. “Bro, relax,” she told Jon, turning a bit to look him in the eyes. “She’s just a lab partner; I am so not interested, you have nothing to worry about!”
Jon stared at her for a minute. “You sure?”
Alanna gave him her best skeptical look. “You serious?”
Exhaling loudly, Jon was the first to break eye contact. Alanna almost hoped that the topic were dropped, but then:
“Wait. This is perfect. You spend an hour with her every other day. You can convince her to go out with me!”
Jon looked at her excitedly. Alanna rolled her eyes. “Dude, she's had that option for, like, three and a half years.”
“Shut up.” Jon shoved at Alanna half-heartedly. She rolled her eyes at him again, but this time he answered with a grin.
“Look, I’ll see what I can do, work some Trebond magic…” she wiggled her fingers a little. Jon brightened.
“Dude. Best roommate ever.”
“I try,” Alanna told him, before darting ahead of Jon and into the dining hall.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 603
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: Alanna calls Jon “dawg” and “g-money”, and also Jon likes Delia likes Alanna (Thom, well, kinda, but no one knows) likes Jon…
A/N: A loving parody of "She's the Man" feat. Amanda Bynes, which in turn is a loving parody of Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night", so I figured why not? Fun fact, Twelfth Night is one of my favorites.
The minute the bell rang, the entire chemistry class erupted into a flurry of activity as Alanna’s classmates shoved paper, pens, and textbooks into their backpacks. Across the lab station from her, Delia of Eldorne smiled at Alanna. “I’m so glad you’re my lab partner,” she said, batting her eyelashes subtly.
Alanna was certain that, if she were actually a boy and not just a girl pretending to be her brother that no one knew about, the eye fluttering would be quite hot. Maybe. Or it might just look like she had something stuck in her eye.
“Sure,” Alanna shrugged. “You’re awesome.”
Delia all but swooned out the door, and Alanna reached for her notebook. A hand slammed down on it, pinning it to the table, and Alanna looked up into her roommate’s furious blue eyes.
“Dude,” Jon hissed at Alanna. She raised an eyebrow at the choice of pronoun. He was beginning to sound like her.
“Sup, dawg?” She replied, but the obnoxious phrase went straight over Jon’s head. He leaned further across the lab table to whisper frantically at her.
“Thom, what are you doing? That’s Delia Eldorne.” He looked at her as though the name should have some sort of deeper meaning.
“…Delia…?” Alanna tried to remember if there was a reason that Delia should be so venerated. “…ok, g-money, I got nothing.”
Jon blinked. “Wait, what?---no, never mind that, Delia Eldorne. Delia Eldorne.” His voice lowers until Alanna could barely hear him. “I like her, Thom.”
Alanna straightened up, chemistry textbook and notebook in her hands. “That’s great!” she exclaimed, only to have Jon shoot her a pained look and shush her.
“Wait, why isn’t that great,” Alanna asked, still talking at a normal volume, and Jon choked on air. Grabbing her by the arm, he dragged her behind him out of the science lab.
“Thom,” Jon hissed, “She was flirting with you all class and I like her and why were you letting her flirt with you?”
Alanna frowned. “She’s my lab partner, dude, chill out.” She quickened her pace to keep up with Jon, whose long strides were carrying him through the hallways almost too fast for her to keep up. “Wait, is this a thing? Are you actually really upset?”
Jon paused, one hand outstretched to push through the doors of the science building. “What does it look like, Thom?”
Alanna hurried to push the door open, leading the way outside and towards the dining hall. “Bro, relax,” she told Jon, turning a bit to look him in the eyes. “She’s just a lab partner; I am so not interested, you have nothing to worry about!”
Jon stared at her for a minute. “You sure?”
Alanna gave him her best skeptical look. “You serious?”
Exhaling loudly, Jon was the first to break eye contact. Alanna almost hoped that the topic were dropped, but then:
“Wait. This is perfect. You spend an hour with her every other day. You can convince her to go out with me!”
Jon looked at her excitedly. Alanna rolled her eyes. “Dude, she's had that option for, like, three and a half years.”
“Shut up.” Jon shoved at Alanna half-heartedly. She rolled her eyes at him again, but this time he answered with a grin.
“Look, I’ll see what I can do, work some Trebond magic…” she wiggled her fingers a little. Jon brightened.
“Dude. Best roommate ever.”
“I try,” Alanna told him, before darting ahead of Jon and into the dining hall.