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Title: Taking you with me
Author: nis_chan
Pairing: Josh/Metis
Fandom: Honeydew Syndrome
Rating: PG
Challenge: 11_reasons
Theme: 5 - Acts & Behaviors - fall/fly
Disclaimer: HoneySyn is not owned by mee
Author's Note: New fandom unceremoniously revealed (-_-;) The last fandom I wrote fanfic for was Super Junior in what, 2006? jeezus.
You haven't talked to him for months.
Then one day after practice, you decide to take the shorter path behind the fence, swirling your car keys around your index finger. The sun's really bright today, you think, and right when your focus pans to the sky you see a black mess of hair, an eclipse of the sun. It looks eerily like his--no way, could it? Maybe you're just imagining him everywhere? That must be it. You blinked. It's definitely Metis. Metis, standing on the edge of a roof. Your thought process goes like this:
He's too young to die. I haven't told him yet. FUCK this can't be happening
"DON'T DO IT! METIS, PEOPLE CAN'T FLY!"
Minutes later you find that you are on top of the same roof, side by side, both of you staring out at nothing in particular with a sort of relaxed silence in-between. He insists that he hadn't been trying to commit suicide but hey the kid is emo. Who's he kidding? He should be thanking you for saving his ass. You side glance to spy on his expression (it's been a couple of seconds and you forgot the way the warm breeze framed the wisps of his hair), only to see him kind of staring at you. Shit. Involuntarily, you feel your face getting hot and shift your eyes away quickly. "W-what?" You try to fake casual... it doesn't work out.
"Well, it's getting rather late now. I should be heading home.." Metis says slowly, dragging out the thought.
Your heart sinks a little and deep inside you realize you're displeased by this whole situation. Romance with girls had always been simpler after all. But you can't just give Metis flowers or serenade him by his locker at school. It just doesn't work that way, damnit. "Ah, yeah. I should probably be heading home, too." Maybe I should offer him a ride again?
You don't move as he gets up, brushes the dust from his black shorts and smiles that crazy grin at you, the one with the teeth. And now you don't know what to say, and he's already started climbing down the roof.
"Hey...Metis.."
The top of his head peeks over the roof and you make eye contact.
"Yeah...?" He asks quizzically.
"I'll.. see you at the party, then." Great. That's all I could think of?
He does that eye twitch thing. "Uh, yeah, I'm looking forward to it." It's hard not to notice that every word is dripping with that sarcasm of his, either. In another second, Metis is gone and you see him walking up the path to the parking lot. You watch until his hair is a black speck in the distance.
Letting out a long groan, you lay back down on the shingled roof and smack yourself in the face.
Falling in love fucking sucks.
Author: nis_chan
Pairing: Josh/Metis
Fandom: Honeydew Syndrome
Rating: PG
Challenge: 11_reasons
Theme: 5 - Acts & Behaviors - fall/fly
Disclaimer: HoneySyn is not owned by mee
Author's Note: New fandom unceremoniously revealed (-_-;) The last fandom I wrote fanfic for was Super Junior in what, 2006? jeezus.
You haven't talked to him for months.
Then one day after practice, you decide to take the shorter path behind the fence, swirling your car keys around your index finger. The sun's really bright today, you think, and right when your focus pans to the sky you see a black mess of hair, an eclipse of the sun. It looks eerily like his--no way, could it? Maybe you're just imagining him everywhere? That must be it. You blinked. It's definitely Metis. Metis, standing on the edge of a roof. Your thought process goes like this:
He's too young to die. I haven't told him yet. FUCK this can't be happening
"DON'T DO IT! METIS, PEOPLE CAN'T FLY!"
Minutes later you find that you are on top of the same roof, side by side, both of you staring out at nothing in particular with a sort of relaxed silence in-between. He insists that he hadn't been trying to commit suicide but hey the kid is emo. Who's he kidding? He should be thanking you for saving his ass. You side glance to spy on his expression (it's been a couple of seconds and you forgot the way the warm breeze framed the wisps of his hair), only to see him kind of staring at you. Shit. Involuntarily, you feel your face getting hot and shift your eyes away quickly. "W-what?" You try to fake casual... it doesn't work out.
"Well, it's getting rather late now. I should be heading home.." Metis says slowly, dragging out the thought.
Your heart sinks a little and deep inside you realize you're displeased by this whole situation. Romance with girls had always been simpler after all. But you can't just give Metis flowers or serenade him by his locker at school. It just doesn't work that way, damnit. "Ah, yeah. I should probably be heading home, too." Maybe I should offer him a ride again?
You don't move as he gets up, brushes the dust from his black shorts and smiles that crazy grin at you, the one with the teeth. And now you don't know what to say, and he's already started climbing down the roof.
"Hey...Metis.."
The top of his head peeks over the roof and you make eye contact.
"Yeah...?" He asks quizzically.
"I'll.. see you at the party, then." Great. That's all I could think of?
He does that eye twitch thing. "Uh, yeah, I'm looking forward to it." It's hard not to notice that every word is dripping with that sarcasm of his, either. In another second, Metis is gone and you see him walking up the path to the parking lot. You watch until his hair is a black speck in the distance.
Letting out a long groan, you lay back down on the shingled roof and smack yourself in the face.
Falling in love fucking sucks.