killing time.
The History Boys.
Lockwood. Posner. Shit poetry and fucking excellent records.
So. This is... short. About as long as I could make it without fearing for my life from being struck by the Train-of-OOC. Try something new every day, I guess.
He plays 'Swan Lake' and writes poetry for him.
Course, it's only a record of 'Swan Lake.' And it's by Madness. But it's the thought that counts, really. And maybe he didn't exactly write the poem on his own - he may have borrowed a bit, er, liberally from others, creating his own Frankenstein's monster of stolen and re-tailored stanzas... but that's what all the greats do, anyway, recycle the words of their forefathers, or some shite. Besides, Posner seemed happy enough with it, his eyes all lit up in that mad way they always did when he was excited, until Lockwood finally had to tell him to shut the fuck up about it before he knocked him out.
It's not even that strange, really. Because-- hey, Posner's more girly than most girls Lockwood's known. (Known by name, known behind the school bicycle shed; same difference.) He's slim and light, easy enough to pick up, and best of all, doesn't constantly ask stupid questions about his weight or appearance. He's still insecure, all right, but in a way that's not as difficult for Lockwood to categorise.
He'd like to say that the reason he started this whole... whole thing with him is because it's low-maintenance. Good for scratching an itch or two when Stephanie's being a difficult swot. And maybe that's true. But it's far from being why he's kept it up for so long.
Besides. School's out. And that means no more opportunities for teasing him in front of the other boys. Now it means going out of his way to tease him at all.
He plays 'Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered' for him, even.
Course, it's only a record of 'Future Legend.' By Bowie.
Still. It's the thought that counts.
Lockwood. Posner. Shit poetry and fucking excellent records.
So. This is... short. About as long as I could make it without fearing for my life from being struck by the Train-of-OOC. Try something new every day, I guess.
He plays 'Swan Lake' and writes poetry for him.
Course, it's only a record of 'Swan Lake.' And it's by Madness. But it's the thought that counts, really. And maybe he didn't exactly write the poem on his own - he may have borrowed a bit, er, liberally from others, creating his own Frankenstein's monster of stolen and re-tailored stanzas... but that's what all the greats do, anyway, recycle the words of their forefathers, or some shite. Besides, Posner seemed happy enough with it, his eyes all lit up in that mad way they always did when he was excited, until Lockwood finally had to tell him to shut the fuck up about it before he knocked him out.
It's not even that strange, really. Because-- hey, Posner's more girly than most girls Lockwood's known. (Known by name, known behind the school bicycle shed; same difference.) He's slim and light, easy enough to pick up, and best of all, doesn't constantly ask stupid questions about his weight or appearance. He's still insecure, all right, but in a way that's not as difficult for Lockwood to categorise.
He'd like to say that the reason he started this whole... whole thing with him is because it's low-maintenance. Good for scratching an itch or two when Stephanie's being a difficult swot. And maybe that's true. But it's far from being why he's kept it up for so long.
Besides. School's out. And that means no more opportunities for teasing him in front of the other boys. Now it means going out of his way to tease him at all.
He plays 'Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered' for him, even.
Course, it's only a record of 'Future Legend.' By Bowie.
Still. It's the thought that counts.