Post by Muse on Jun 1, 2013 22:33:05 GMT 10
Title: She’s The Man I
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 753
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: The girl’s fencing team at Convent City Public High has been disbanded, and so Alanna does the only rational thing. No, really. …ok, maybe not quite. But still.
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.
“Thom, I promise it will be fine,” Alanna hissed into her cell phone as she slid rather unceremoniously around the backseat of the cab while the driver took a turn while accelerating. She really should have splurged on a less-seedy company…
She could almost hear her twin raise an eyebrow over the phone. “I’m supposed to believe that?” he asked archly.
Alanna snorted. “Please; you’re the one who asked me to cover for you.”
The taxi turned onto another street, and Alanna grabbed at her fencing bag before it slid off of the seat next to her. She recognized the emblem before she could make out the words on the sign. “I’m almost there—“
“I can’t believe this is happening.”
“You’re the one who decided to ditch school for some stupid concert!”
“We are performing, Alanna! In London,” Thom explained, slow and exaggerated as though Alanna hadn’t heard him the first ten times he had explained everything to her.
“And I have to cover your butt so dear old Dad doesn’t suspect a thing, yeah, yeah I know!”
“No one asked you to IMPERSONATE ME.”
Alanna shrugged, even though Thom was across an ocean and clearly could not see her. “What was I supposed to do? Convent City Public High cut their girl’s fencing team. Corus Prep has a fencing team. It’s win-win for both of us!” Alanna pushed the butterflies in her stomach down. “Don’t be such a worrywart. Gotta go!”
She hung up before Thom could get a word in edgewise, and inspected her reflection in the rearview mirror.
Her twin grinned nervously back at her; with the help of a wig and a few cosmetic touches, her friends George and Rispah had helped Alanna hide her identity.
“Be an boy, be a boy, be a boy…” Alanna muttered to herself as she paid the cab driver, causing him to give her a strange look. Hauling her duffel over the curb, Alanna walked up the concrete steps and under the newly hung banner, proclaiming, Welcome New Corus Prep Students!
“…here goes nothing.”
***
Chaos seethed in the courtyard outside, and Jon gladly escaped into the sanctity of his own dorm room. The masses of overly excited teenagers converging on the quad in a flurry of new school year excitement drained his energy quickly.
Slamming the door shut, Jon flopped onto his desk chair and tore the sticker off of his shirt that proclaimed STUDENT BODY PRESIDENT in large block letters. At least his new roommate hadn’t shown up yet, though the suitcase and bins by the unused bed proved that said roommate
No sooner than he had wadded up the sticker and chucked it in the general direction of his trash bin than there came a fumbling at the lock on the door.
“It’s open!” Jon called, slightly irritated that his solitude was coming to an end so quickly.
***
Alanna was glad her headphones had been easily accessible; the hordes of new students thronging on the campus shrieked with an unholy noise, and only the full power of ACDC blasting through the soundproofed headphones granted Alanna relief as she hauled her bags towards her dorm.
Over burdened by her bags, Alanna roughly shouldered the door open and lurched gracelessly into the dorm room. As she overbalanced, her fencing equipment slid down her shoulder to land on the floor with a thud.
She steadied herself on the doorframe, her headphones sliding down to sit around her neck.
“Hey,” a pleasantly deep voice said warily.
Jumping a mile, Alanna tried to bite back a shriek of surprise; it came out as a muffled squeak. In the back of her mind, a little voice was chanting “Be a man, be a man, be a man,” and Alanna grasped desperately at the first thing that came to mind.
“Good to meet you, bro,” she grunted before letting loose an impressive belch and holding out a hand.
Her roommate stared at her, jaw slightly slack and eyes wide. He shook himself a little and gingerly clasped her hand. “Er… my pleasure?”
Alanna realized she was still shaking her roommate’s hand. She dropped it hastily, and attempted to pitch her voice lower.
“I’m A—Thom, Thom Trebond.”
Her voice cracked. Her roommate winced.
“Jon Conte,” he replied awkwardly.
Alanna threw her duffel onto the unmade bed. “Glad to meet you, roomie!”
She missed the second wince.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 753
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: The girl’s fencing team at Convent City Public High has been disbanded, and so Alanna does the only rational thing. No, really. …ok, maybe not quite. But still.
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.
“Thom, I promise it will be fine,” Alanna hissed into her cell phone as she slid rather unceremoniously around the backseat of the cab while the driver took a turn while accelerating. She really should have splurged on a less-seedy company…
She could almost hear her twin raise an eyebrow over the phone. “I’m supposed to believe that?” he asked archly.
Alanna snorted. “Please; you’re the one who asked me to cover for you.”
The taxi turned onto another street, and Alanna grabbed at her fencing bag before it slid off of the seat next to her. She recognized the emblem before she could make out the words on the sign. “I’m almost there—“
“I can’t believe this is happening.”
“You’re the one who decided to ditch school for some stupid concert!”
“We are performing, Alanna! In London,” Thom explained, slow and exaggerated as though Alanna hadn’t heard him the first ten times he had explained everything to her.
“And I have to cover your butt so dear old Dad doesn’t suspect a thing, yeah, yeah I know!”
“No one asked you to IMPERSONATE ME.”
Alanna shrugged, even though Thom was across an ocean and clearly could not see her. “What was I supposed to do? Convent City Public High cut their girl’s fencing team. Corus Prep has a fencing team. It’s win-win for both of us!” Alanna pushed the butterflies in her stomach down. “Don’t be such a worrywart. Gotta go!”
She hung up before Thom could get a word in edgewise, and inspected her reflection in the rearview mirror.
Her twin grinned nervously back at her; with the help of a wig and a few cosmetic touches, her friends George and Rispah had helped Alanna hide her identity.
“Be an boy, be a boy, be a boy…” Alanna muttered to herself as she paid the cab driver, causing him to give her a strange look. Hauling her duffel over the curb, Alanna walked up the concrete steps and under the newly hung banner, proclaiming, Welcome New Corus Prep Students!
“…here goes nothing.”
***
Chaos seethed in the courtyard outside, and Jon gladly escaped into the sanctity of his own dorm room. The masses of overly excited teenagers converging on the quad in a flurry of new school year excitement drained his energy quickly.
Slamming the door shut, Jon flopped onto his desk chair and tore the sticker off of his shirt that proclaimed STUDENT BODY PRESIDENT in large block letters. At least his new roommate hadn’t shown up yet, though the suitcase and bins by the unused bed proved that said roommate
No sooner than he had wadded up the sticker and chucked it in the general direction of his trash bin than there came a fumbling at the lock on the door.
“It’s open!” Jon called, slightly irritated that his solitude was coming to an end so quickly.
***
Alanna was glad her headphones had been easily accessible; the hordes of new students thronging on the campus shrieked with an unholy noise, and only the full power of ACDC blasting through the soundproofed headphones granted Alanna relief as she hauled her bags towards her dorm.
Over burdened by her bags, Alanna roughly shouldered the door open and lurched gracelessly into the dorm room. As she overbalanced, her fencing equipment slid down her shoulder to land on the floor with a thud.
She steadied herself on the doorframe, her headphones sliding down to sit around her neck.
“Hey,” a pleasantly deep voice said warily.
Jumping a mile, Alanna tried to bite back a shriek of surprise; it came out as a muffled squeak. In the back of her mind, a little voice was chanting “Be a man, be a man, be a man,” and Alanna grasped desperately at the first thing that came to mind.
“Good to meet you, bro,” she grunted before letting loose an impressive belch and holding out a hand.
Her roommate stared at her, jaw slightly slack and eyes wide. He shook himself a little and gingerly clasped her hand. “Er… my pleasure?”
Alanna realized she was still shaking her roommate’s hand. She dropped it hastily, and attempted to pitch her voice lower.
“I’m A—Thom, Thom Trebond.”
Her voice cracked. Her roommate winced.
“Jon Conte,” he replied awkwardly.
Alanna threw her duffel onto the unmade bed. “Glad to meet you, roomie!”
She missed the second wince.