Post by Muse on Jun 1, 2013 22:35:59 GMT 10
Title: She’s The Man II
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 523
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: Alanna calls Jon “dude bro” and their roommate-ship is off to a great start. Also, Alanna insists on joining the fencing team, even though Fencing Captain Jon Conte winces (again) when this happens. Why does he always get the weird ones?
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.
For first days, this one wasn’t so bad. Corus Prep even had decent meals, by Alanna’s opinion. (Anything was better than Thom’s sad attempts at edible food, but she tried not to say as much when he could overhear. Luckily, he was touring London with his band at the moment, so Alanna could voice her opinions wherever she pleased.)
Her roommate had run off shortly after Alanna had begun to sort through her things (carefully tucking anything belonging to “Alanna” and not “Thom” out of sight) which was probably the best for both of them, as she hadn’t completely missed the startled expression on Jon’s face when she had made her indelicate entrance.
Being a dude was a lot harder than Alanna had expected, even being exposed to her twin’s bad habits for the last seventeen and a half years. Evidently, her father’s attempts to make a “respectable young woman” out of her had succeeded, at least in part. She could only hope that Jon was more than a little oblivious…
Flopping back on her bed, Alanna idly paged through the student manual an overexcited resident assistant had pressed on her at the door. She didn’t expect to find much of interest, so she flipped open to the Sports Teams and Activities section.
CORUS PREPARATORY COMPETITIVE FENCING emblazoned the beginning of the Campus Sports section. Colorful photographs, catching in split seconds of action, splashed across the page, and Alanna scanned the text for tryouts and the team schedule.
A chunk of text caught her eye:
“Team Captain Jonathan Conte in his career highlight match last season in the final round of the Regional Championships,” the text read, underneath a photo of a figure lunging in perfect form.
Alanna whistled appreciatively, realizing slowly why the name “Jon Conte” had sounded so familiar to her. He had beat out the best fencer at Convent Capital last year, and her team had gone home without a trophy to show for the season.
Behind her, the door to the room opened cautiously. Shutting the manual loudly, Alanna rolled in time to see Jon skulk through the door.
“Dude, bro, you didn’t tell me you were on the fencing team!” Alanna exclaimed, this time without her voice breaking. Maybe this time a simple conversation with her roommate wouldn’t end awkwardly.
Jon froze.
Maybe not; she was off to a great start.
“Wait, is that awkward, calling you bro?”
Yes, the answer was definitely yes, and silence stretched unpleasantly between them as Alanna bit her tongue.
Jon took a deep breath. “Maybe just a little.” He stepped far enough into the room to rummage under his bed, dragging out a sports bag. “Anyways, got to go, practice is about to start.”
Alanna jumped off her bed. “I’ll come with you!”
If anything, Jon’s eyes got a little wider. “Um, no Thom, it’s really alright—“
Alanna slung her own bag over her shoulder. “I’m going to try out for the team.”
Jon heaved a sigh. “Fine. I’ll show you where the team practices.”
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 523
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: Alanna calls Jon “dude bro” and their roommate-ship is off to a great start. Also, Alanna insists on joining the fencing team, even though Fencing Captain Jon Conte winces (again) when this happens. Why does he always get the weird ones?
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.
For first days, this one wasn’t so bad. Corus Prep even had decent meals, by Alanna’s opinion. (Anything was better than Thom’s sad attempts at edible food, but she tried not to say as much when he could overhear. Luckily, he was touring London with his band at the moment, so Alanna could voice her opinions wherever she pleased.)
Her roommate had run off shortly after Alanna had begun to sort through her things (carefully tucking anything belonging to “Alanna” and not “Thom” out of sight) which was probably the best for both of them, as she hadn’t completely missed the startled expression on Jon’s face when she had made her indelicate entrance.
Being a dude was a lot harder than Alanna had expected, even being exposed to her twin’s bad habits for the last seventeen and a half years. Evidently, her father’s attempts to make a “respectable young woman” out of her had succeeded, at least in part. She could only hope that Jon was more than a little oblivious…
Flopping back on her bed, Alanna idly paged through the student manual an overexcited resident assistant had pressed on her at the door. She didn’t expect to find much of interest, so she flipped open to the Sports Teams and Activities section.
CORUS PREPARATORY COMPETITIVE FENCING emblazoned the beginning of the Campus Sports section. Colorful photographs, catching in split seconds of action, splashed across the page, and Alanna scanned the text for tryouts and the team schedule.
A chunk of text caught her eye:
“Team Captain Jonathan Conte in his career highlight match last season in the final round of the Regional Championships,” the text read, underneath a photo of a figure lunging in perfect form.
Alanna whistled appreciatively, realizing slowly why the name “Jon Conte” had sounded so familiar to her. He had beat out the best fencer at Convent Capital last year, and her team had gone home without a trophy to show for the season.
Behind her, the door to the room opened cautiously. Shutting the manual loudly, Alanna rolled in time to see Jon skulk through the door.
“Dude, bro, you didn’t tell me you were on the fencing team!” Alanna exclaimed, this time without her voice breaking. Maybe this time a simple conversation with her roommate wouldn’t end awkwardly.
Jon froze.
Maybe not; she was off to a great start.
“Wait, is that awkward, calling you bro?”
Yes, the answer was definitely yes, and silence stretched unpleasantly between them as Alanna bit her tongue.
Jon took a deep breath. “Maybe just a little.” He stepped far enough into the room to rummage under his bed, dragging out a sports bag. “Anyways, got to go, practice is about to start.”
Alanna jumped off her bed. “I’ll come with you!”
If anything, Jon’s eyes got a little wider. “Um, no Thom, it’s really alright—“
Alanna slung her own bag over her shoulder. “I’m going to try out for the team.”
Jon heaved a sigh. “Fine. I’ll show you where the team practices.”