One-shot, Migle's POV. Post-BC. I do not, nor do I claim to, own the rights to CBS's Kid Nation.
Yes, this is slashy G/B. Flame if you want. YT: SuperificProductions.
Lately I've been remembering things. The way things were back in Bonanza. It seems like every word that's spoken reminds me of something said in that town. The mannerisms, looks, and body language of every person I see reminds me of someone I've left behind.
I sit back and flip my hair over my shoulder, surveying who's in front of me now. Mike and Connor, two of my weirdest guy friends. I take note, not for the first time, that they remind me very much of Greg and Blaine.
I am jerked out of my mental observances as Connor grabs my cell phone from the table in front of me. "Stop!" I shriek as he begins to text someone. Laughing, I grab Mike's arm. "Get the phone!" I whisper. Mike jumps up and my heart speeds up as they play mini-tug-of-war with my fairly new phone.
My hands fly to my face, and all of the sudden, everything seems to...slow. From behind my hands I watch them carefully, noting every action, every placement of the body, everything about them and the situation there is to note. And I realize something.
This is exactly the type of thing Greg and Blaine would initiate. And even though Mike and Connor are very similar to them, when Mike and Connor do this, there's something missing. It just isn't the same. But how could that be?
Mike jumps up triumphantly and hands me my cell phone. I hesitate, and drop it on the table. I sit down and play with the antenna, deep in thought. Connor sits down to catch his breath, and Mike stares at me staring at my phone. "What's wrong?" he asked.
I shake my head likely and continue thinking, my brow furrowed. And then, it dawns on me.
Electricity. Chemistry. That's what's missing.
Shit.