Post by Muse on Jun 1, 2013 21:52:06 GMT 10
Title: That Awkward Moment When…
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 528
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: All students have rooming trouble at University. That doesn’t make it any better. (ModAU)
It was incredibly hard to have two separate phone conversations in a University sized dorm room.
“Thom, why did I just find out that my roommate is a dude?” Alanna hissed into her cell, plugging her other ear with a finger and trying desperately not to listen to Jon’s conversation with whomever the hell he called after he found out that she was, in fact, a chick, and the tag on the door should have read “Alanna”, not “Alan”.
Jon, hunched near the window in an attempt to get better reception, growled, “It’s not funny, Gary.”
“Of course I spelt my own name right Thom, what the hell kind of question is that?”
Jon leaned across his bed to get Alanna’s attention, not that she particularly wanted it at the moment. He covered the speaker of the phone with a hand. “You do know this is the guy’s floor, right? The girls live on the floor above.”
Alanna itched to wipe the smirk off his face; it had the look of: ‘so obviously I’m in the right place and you’re the one who’s wrong’.
“Thanks,” she replied dryly, “I hadn’t noticed.”
“I think there is something wrong with the paperwork,” Jon turned back to the phone and resumed the conversation with ‘Gary’, “the door tag says ‘Alan’, but she’s clearly not a dude…”
Alanna’s cheeks burned and she spun on her heel, yelping into the phone, “So now what, Thom?”
“Gary, you’re not seriously, no, wait, stop--- don’t---“
“That’s the worst idea you’ve ever had, Thom, and you’ve had some pretty awful ones.”
“You did not just hang up—damn.” Jon threw his phone at the bed before falling backwards onto the navy blue comforter that was already tucked neatly in.
“What are you looking at?” Alanna snapped at him when she saw that he had turned to face her.
The tinny sound of laughter came through the small speakers, and Alanna hit the “End Call” button viciously before slamming the phone onto the desk on her side of the room.
“Gary’s on his way over—my cousin,” Jon added by way of explanation. “He wants to see this—“ he gestured to the room in general, “for himself.”
Alanna shrugged and dropped gracelessly into the desk chair, which rocked back unsteadily and made the bottom of her stomach drop out before she caught herself. She leaned over to glare at the chair, twisting in the middle. “My brother just laughed. He thinks this is hysterical.”
Neither of them laughed.
The silence broke eventually when there was a knock at the door.
“Fifty percent chance it’s for you,” Alanna stated morosely, not budging from her slightly uncomfortable chair.
“One hundred percent chance we’re not going to like whomever it is,” Jon muttered, but dragged himself to his feet. “Last chance to pretend we’re not here.”
Alanna made a face. “Open the door, roomie.”
Jon scowled right back.
Alanna raised an eyebrow. Not bad, as unexpectedly male roommates went. Not bad at all.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 528
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: All students have rooming trouble at University. That doesn’t make it any better. (ModAU)
It was incredibly hard to have two separate phone conversations in a University sized dorm room.
“Thom, why did I just find out that my roommate is a dude?” Alanna hissed into her cell, plugging her other ear with a finger and trying desperately not to listen to Jon’s conversation with whomever the hell he called after he found out that she was, in fact, a chick, and the tag on the door should have read “Alanna”, not “Alan”.
Jon, hunched near the window in an attempt to get better reception, growled, “It’s not funny, Gary.”
“Of course I spelt my own name right Thom, what the hell kind of question is that?”
Jon leaned across his bed to get Alanna’s attention, not that she particularly wanted it at the moment. He covered the speaker of the phone with a hand. “You do know this is the guy’s floor, right? The girls live on the floor above.”
Alanna itched to wipe the smirk off his face; it had the look of: ‘so obviously I’m in the right place and you’re the one who’s wrong’.
“Thanks,” she replied dryly, “I hadn’t noticed.”
“I think there is something wrong with the paperwork,” Jon turned back to the phone and resumed the conversation with ‘Gary’, “the door tag says ‘Alan’, but she’s clearly not a dude…”
Alanna’s cheeks burned and she spun on her heel, yelping into the phone, “So now what, Thom?”
“Gary, you’re not seriously, no, wait, stop--- don’t---“
“That’s the worst idea you’ve ever had, Thom, and you’ve had some pretty awful ones.”
“You did not just hang up—damn.” Jon threw his phone at the bed before falling backwards onto the navy blue comforter that was already tucked neatly in.
“What are you looking at?” Alanna snapped at him when she saw that he had turned to face her.
The tinny sound of laughter came through the small speakers, and Alanna hit the “End Call” button viciously before slamming the phone onto the desk on her side of the room.
“Gary’s on his way over—my cousin,” Jon added by way of explanation. “He wants to see this—“ he gestured to the room in general, “for himself.”
Alanna shrugged and dropped gracelessly into the desk chair, which rocked back unsteadily and made the bottom of her stomach drop out before she caught herself. She leaned over to glare at the chair, twisting in the middle. “My brother just laughed. He thinks this is hysterical.”
Neither of them laughed.
The silence broke eventually when there was a knock at the door.
“Fifty percent chance it’s for you,” Alanna stated morosely, not budging from her slightly uncomfortable chair.
“One hundred percent chance we’re not going to like whomever it is,” Jon muttered, but dragged himself to his feet. “Last chance to pretend we’re not here.”
Alanna made a face. “Open the door, roomie.”
Jon scowled right back.
Alanna raised an eyebrow. Not bad, as unexpectedly male roommates went. Not bad at all.