Title: Free Fallin'
Summary: What if Neil never killed himself? What if his dad was ok with his acting? What if he was in love with someone?
Disclaimer: I don't own Dead Poets Society or its characters. If I did I'd be rich and not sitting here in the middle of the night writing this thing.
A/N: This is my first time venturing out of Degrassi fics. Bare with me and give me honest constructive criticism. Ok now enough of my blabbing on with the fic…
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Neil walked into his room he shared with Todd after the dress rehearsal the night before the play went on. He was freaking out because he had forgotten half of his lines. Todd looked up as the door slammed shut.
"Bad night?" Todd asked shocked by the angry side of the usually mellow Neil.
"You could say that," Neil said collapsing onto his bed.
"What happened?" Todd asked getting up and walking over to sit next to Neil on his bed.
"Everything that could possibly go wrong did tonight. I forgot at least half of my lines, and kept missing my cues. Why am I even doing this?" Neil said sitting up and looking at Todd for the first time that night.
"I'm sure it wasn't that bad. Besides a bad dress rehearsal makes for a perfect performance. You are doing it because you love acting. You love how it makes you feel, how it is like you are free of everything else and of your true self. It's a way to hide." Todd said putting his hand on Neil's knee.
"I guess your right. I do love it, I love to be able to hide behind something so great, but I don't always like to hide you know," Neil said taking Todd's hand in his own.
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Ok so I totally realize that this is super short, but I just want to see what people think of it. Please review!