Fic: Centripetal Force
Title: Centripetal Force
Rating: G
Pairing: Leigh/James
Word Count: 610
Warnings: Fluffy stuff here!
Disclaimer: These are completely fictitious events represented in this work.
A/N: Drabble to get the forces at work in this comm going again.
James notices him because of the glasses. They’re classic Clark Kent kind of glasses, black and square. To him, they make the guy look adorable and geeky. He’s not much taller than him with dark hair and when he shuffles between buildings James smiles. He tends to trip over nothing, but it never bothers him or deters him one bit.
He’s not sure where he got the idea from, but James assumes the guy must be shy. He’s normally on his own, textbook (something for physics) open with a notebook and calculator next to it. He’s certainly not unfriendly - James watches him offer a smile to anyone happening to glance his way. One time, he’s pretty sure one of those smiles is directed towards him.
Brainstorming ways to meet the guy, James considers everything short of just walking up to him. Posting a notice for a physics tutor conspicuously close in his preferred coffee shop, writing a note on a cup in said coffee shop, staging some kind of awkward run-in. James thinks about it, and of course, never does any of them.
Luckily for James, the guy in question never ends up being shy.
“Hey, I’m Leigh,” he says like they were already in the middle of a conversation. James freezes mid sketch; he grips the pencil hard enough he thinks it might break.
“Hey,” Leigh continues, his enthusiasm abundant, and James jumps a little as Leigh collapses in the chair next to him. “That’s really cool. Robots. I love sci-fi. And animation. Are you an animation student?”
And the rest, as they say, is history. Or, really if you must know, there is an incredibly awkward first date in which they both horribly overcompensate, Leigh for James’ silence and James for some of Leigh’s embarrassing antics, and from then on choose to be mostly homebodies, usually on James’ secondhand couch dubbed Barney by Leigh for its equally horrible purple color and dodgy stains.
This is all made up for by the incredible first kiss. And second. And third. And when it comes down to Leigh lecturing James on the improbability of the motions in James’ animations, he is equally ignored to the same amount when his mother lectures him about breaking that nice boy’s heart.
And so Leigh’s family takes in James as one of their own, while James’ mother is mostly quiet about her son’s relationship, which is really okay because Leigh is confident he’ll win her over soon enough. In the weeks that follow, James learns to draw and balance his sketchbook in Leigh’s lap while said companion watches soaps that James chooses to ignore. Leigh eventually convinces James to animate some of his physics problems, mostly things like cannonballs being fired and people falling off the tops of cliffs.
James doesn’t want to know what the physics department is teaching; still, it’s inevitable that he starts picking up words like kinetics and torque from Leigh. It’s late one night before finals when Leigh is trying to help the animator draw monkeys in a frame that’s supposed to have sheep in it.
“Aren’t you studying? Something involving the force of gravity that doesn’t apply to my sheep?” James huffs, setting aside the useless frame (even though he knows he’ll save it).
Leigh smiles, grabbing another sheet and quickly sketching something akin to stick figures that by this point James knows are supposed to be the two of them. Leigh seems to be dancing around James in the picture, or something like that.
“Centripetal force,” Leigh explains, tapping James in the picture. “The force that draws the body to the center of a projection or path.”
BONUS: A cap from Insidious with Leigh in glasses:
Rating: G
Pairing: Leigh/James
Word Count: 610
Warnings: Fluffy stuff here!
Disclaimer: These are completely fictitious events represented in this work.
A/N: Drabble to get the forces at work in this comm going again.
James notices him because of the glasses. They’re classic Clark Kent kind of glasses, black and square. To him, they make the guy look adorable and geeky. He’s not much taller than him with dark hair and when he shuffles between buildings James smiles. He tends to trip over nothing, but it never bothers him or deters him one bit.
He’s not sure where he got the idea from, but James assumes the guy must be shy. He’s normally on his own, textbook (something for physics) open with a notebook and calculator next to it. He’s certainly not unfriendly - James watches him offer a smile to anyone happening to glance his way. One time, he’s pretty sure one of those smiles is directed towards him.
Brainstorming ways to meet the guy, James considers everything short of just walking up to him. Posting a notice for a physics tutor conspicuously close in his preferred coffee shop, writing a note on a cup in said coffee shop, staging some kind of awkward run-in. James thinks about it, and of course, never does any of them.
Luckily for James, the guy in question never ends up being shy.
“Hey, I’m Leigh,” he says like they were already in the middle of a conversation. James freezes mid sketch; he grips the pencil hard enough he thinks it might break.
“Hey,” Leigh continues, his enthusiasm abundant, and James jumps a little as Leigh collapses in the chair next to him. “That’s really cool. Robots. I love sci-fi. And animation. Are you an animation student?”
And the rest, as they say, is history. Or, really if you must know, there is an incredibly awkward first date in which they both horribly overcompensate, Leigh for James’ silence and James for some of Leigh’s embarrassing antics, and from then on choose to be mostly homebodies, usually on James’ secondhand couch dubbed Barney by Leigh for its equally horrible purple color and dodgy stains.
This is all made up for by the incredible first kiss. And second. And third. And when it comes down to Leigh lecturing James on the improbability of the motions in James’ animations, he is equally ignored to the same amount when his mother lectures him about breaking that nice boy’s heart.
And so Leigh’s family takes in James as one of their own, while James’ mother is mostly quiet about her son’s relationship, which is really okay because Leigh is confident he’ll win her over soon enough. In the weeks that follow, James learns to draw and balance his sketchbook in Leigh’s lap while said companion watches soaps that James chooses to ignore. Leigh eventually convinces James to animate some of his physics problems, mostly things like cannonballs being fired and people falling off the tops of cliffs.
James doesn’t want to know what the physics department is teaching; still, it’s inevitable that he starts picking up words like kinetics and torque from Leigh. It’s late one night before finals when Leigh is trying to help the animator draw monkeys in a frame that’s supposed to have sheep in it.
“Aren’t you studying? Something involving the force of gravity that doesn’t apply to my sheep?” James huffs, setting aside the useless frame (even though he knows he’ll save it).
Leigh smiles, grabbing another sheet and quickly sketching something akin to stick figures that by this point James knows are supposed to be the two of them. Leigh seems to be dancing around James in the picture, or something like that.
“Centripetal force,” Leigh explains, tapping James in the picture. “The force that draws the body to the center of a projection or path.”
BONUS: A cap from Insidious with Leigh in glasses:
