Firewatch
Alright, so the title is awful and kind of unconnected to the story, sorry.
Disclaimer- I am not Jenny Nimmo, and so I own nothing, NOTHING, I TELL YOU! so please don't sue. Well, actually, I do own Lydia, but she doesn't show up in this section, so there!
My first fic, so please be nice and read and reveiw for me, tell me what I'm doing wrong!
Alright, here it is, my first fic!
"An endowed cousin of yours with a control problem? You know Tanc, that sounds like a nightmare waiting to happen."
Tancred and Lysander were walking down the halls of Bloors Academy. Tancred laughed humorlessly, "You know, thats actually what I said, too. She doesn't have the weather gift, dad said, but something related. I'm not sure whether that's good or bad, actually."
The sound of the bell for third period rang through the halls. Tancred made a disgusted face and then grinned.
"math," he explained, "on the other side of the building and up three floors"
He turned and sprinted in the opposite direction. Lysander watched Tancred until he turned a corner and then chocked as he reallized he had been holding his breath since Tancred turned.
Weird he thought, and walked slowly to his history class.
Tancred was normally a very confident boy. He usually was, and he didn't really think that keeping how he felt from Lysander was a sign of lack of confidence, it just made sense.
It made sense, but it still felt wrong, keeping this from his friend. But what am I supposed to do? he wondered for the thousandth time. How would he react? Well, really, he answered himself, how could he react? Who reacts calmly when your best friend tells you they love you?
Every time his thought went down this path, he always came to the same conclusion, he couldn't tell him. Of course he couldn't, because Lysander would never return the feeling. If he did, Tancred would know, the phrase wearing your heart on your sleeve could have been first written for Lysander. Because no matter how he reacted, things would change between them, and Tancred didn't know if he could take that, Lysander, who was so calm and so relieable (spelling?) , he kept Tancred sane.
He reallized with a start that he was standing in front of his math classroom. He was fairly proud of himself for making it to the right classroom with Lysander on his mind. He had found recently that it was much harder to get things done while thinking of Lysander, and if he didn't force himself to focus, that was exactly the direction his thought drifted.
He was fifteen minutes late to math, but still.
He knew he sould be worried about his endowed and apparently lacking control cousin who was coming to live with his family, and he had never met her. He sould also, he knew, be worrying about the fact that his grades were slipping as a direct result of too much daydreaming about his best friend.
He sould worry about these things, but he didn't. He tried not to worry about anything, at least not where people could see it.
He stepped into the classroom saying, "Hey everybody, did I miss anything?"