Rugby and Recitals
A OneShot
Author's Note: This is because I love Eustace/Jill and realized how awful Beautiful Disaster and Dance With Meboth were, both being by me. So, yes… Not quite sure what to say besides that. Yes, it's supposed to be mostly dialogue. And no, it isn't straight-out romance.
-X-
"Pole?"
Scrubb. "Yes?"
"Why in the name of Aslan are you here?"
Slight offense. Recovery. "That's no reason to take Aslan's name in vain, Scrubb."
"You hate rugby."
"I do not."
"You hate sports."
"I hate football and cricket, Scrubb, but I do not hate rugby."
"You know nothing about rugby."
"I can like something without knowing much about it." Obvious.
"But you're Pole… you want nothing to do with sports."
"Again: I want nothing to do with football and cricket. I never said anything about rugby."
"You told Anderson that he was daft for playing rugby."
"Your point?"
"I play rugby, Pole."
"Anderson is daft besides that."
"I'm not disagreeing with that, but you said that he was daft because he played rugby."
"I did not."
"You're a bad liar, Pole."
"You're awful at trying to be subtle, Scrubb."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"What am I trying to say, then, Pole?"
"You're trying to figure out why in the world did I go to a rugby game rather than do any number of other things that you think I'd find more enjoyable."
Silence.
"So I'm right, Scrubb?"
"Yes."
"I think you were born without any tact."
"So why did you come, Pole? And don't give me that rubbish about liking rugby."
"You're my best friend."
"And?"
"And, Scrubb, best friends are supposed to support one another."
"I suppose you want me to come to your dance recitals, now?"
"If you won't fall asleep."
"I wouldn't fall asleep."
"Scrubb, you said that the music made you tired."
"Maybe I've changed my mind."
"You're a bad liar, you lack tact and subtlety, and I don't want you falling asleep at my recital!"
"You can be unnecessarily cruel sometimes, Pole."
"I'm still coming to see you play rugby."
"I'm not going to your recitals."
"We have a deal, then, Scrubb?"
"I suppose so."
-X-
Note: okay, this may be utterly awful, as it's four-thirty-six AM and I've had no sleep at all. But this was written in about ten minutes, so yay? Either way, it's probably far better than my Eustace/Jill romances, as this is definitely going down as a friendship-fic. Geez, I just realized: this is my first non-romance fic in… forever? Well, Regina technically wasn't romance… but… my first Narnia non-romance since I posted my poems over a year and a half ago. Wow.
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