typical disclaimer: I don't own Code Lyoko. Obviously.
OK, first things first, this is a slashy fic. So please be mature and respect my opinions and I'll respect yours, okay? Okay. And if you can't handle it, please leave now. Thank you.
That being said, let's start the fic.
Odd woke with a start from a dream which he promptly forgot. He sighed, deciding that it was hopeless to try and fall back asleep. Oh, how he hated being up early on weekends. Struggling, he managed to lift his weary head enough to see the clock. Nine thirty-four in the morning. He rolled onto his side and sighed again, trying not to think about the plethora of dilemnas that hassled him constantly.
"Ulrich," hissed Odd, "are you up?"
"I am now," muttered Ulrich. He sat up, yawning loudly. "I was having a wonderful dream, too."
"What were you dreaming about?" inquired Odd. He was geniunely interested; he had always been intrigued by dreams.
"Well," said Ulrich, smoothing his unkempt hair, "I was sitting in a bathtub full of popcorn butter singing 'American Pie' while you, Yumi, Sissy and Jeremie did the Hokey Pokey."
Odd laughed. "That's really deep. Too bad I don't know any of that dream analysis crap, or I'd tell you what it means."
"I think I know what it means. It means that I have one messed up subconscience."
Odd laughed again. "So," he said, "have any plans for today?"
"No, not really... when's the last time we just hung around together?"
"Uh, yesterday after class..."
"No, I mean just the two of us."
"It's been awhile, hasn't it?"
"I think I'd just like to hang around in my pyjamas all day. I really don't feel like doing anything at all. It's been a pretty stressful week, you know?"
Odd stood up and stretched, yawning loudly. He trudged over to the desk and retrieved a grubby t-shirt from the back of his chair. With some difficulty, he managed to pull it over his messy hair. He walked over and plopped down onto the bed next to his pensive friend.
"So," he asked, "what's on your mind?"
Ulrich sighed. "Nothing, really."
"Doesn't sound like nothing. Come on, what's wrong?"
"I..." Ulrich stared at the ground, avoiding his friend's curious gaze.
"It's about Yumi, isn't it? You don't know how to tell her that you like her? Or maybe it's about Sissy..."
Was it just him, or did he hear jealousy in Odd's voice just then? Maybe he was just getting his hopes up. Sure, he'd heard rumours about Odd's questionable sexuality, but those were just rumours, and rumours were never true...
"No," he said at last. "It's not about Yumi or Sissy."
"Then what, pray tell, is it about?" asked Odd.
Ulrich, taking Odd completely by surprise, wrapped his arms around his friend and pulled him close.
"What-"
Adding to his friend's confusion, Ulrich silenced him with a kiss.
Suddenly, the door flung open.
"Odd, Ulrich, come on, you're gonna..." Jeremie's voice trailed off as he stood in the doorway, transfixed by the sight before him.
"So, Odd," he said, with a little smirk. "The rumours are true... don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
Before either of them could react, Jeremie was off, the door still swinging on its hinges.
OK, first things first, this is a slashy fic. So please be mature and respect my opinions and I'll respect yours, okay? Okay. And if you can't handle it, please leave now. Thank you.
That being said, let's start the fic.
Odd woke with a start from a dream which he promptly forgot. He sighed, deciding that it was hopeless to try and fall back asleep. Oh, how he hated being up early on weekends. Struggling, he managed to lift his weary head enough to see the clock. Nine thirty-four in the morning. He rolled onto his side and sighed again, trying not to think about the plethora of dilemnas that hassled him constantly.
"Ulrich," hissed Odd, "are you up?"
"I am now," muttered Ulrich. He sat up, yawning loudly. "I was having a wonderful dream, too."
"What were you dreaming about?" inquired Odd. He was geniunely interested; he had always been intrigued by dreams.
"Well," said Ulrich, smoothing his unkempt hair, "I was sitting in a bathtub full of popcorn butter singing 'American Pie' while you, Yumi, Sissy and Jeremie did the Hokey Pokey."
Odd laughed. "That's really deep. Too bad I don't know any of that dream analysis crap, or I'd tell you what it means."
"I think I know what it means. It means that I have one messed up subconscience."
Odd laughed again. "So," he said, "have any plans for today?"
"No, not really... when's the last time we just hung around together?"
"Uh, yesterday after class..."
"No, I mean just the two of us."
"It's been awhile, hasn't it?"
"I think I'd just like to hang around in my pyjamas all day. I really don't feel like doing anything at all. It's been a pretty stressful week, you know?"
Odd stood up and stretched, yawning loudly. He trudged over to the desk and retrieved a grubby t-shirt from the back of his chair. With some difficulty, he managed to pull it over his messy hair. He walked over and plopped down onto the bed next to his pensive friend.
"So," he asked, "what's on your mind?"
Ulrich sighed. "Nothing, really."
"Doesn't sound like nothing. Come on, what's wrong?"
"I..." Ulrich stared at the ground, avoiding his friend's curious gaze.
"It's about Yumi, isn't it? You don't know how to tell her that you like her? Or maybe it's about Sissy..."
Was it just him, or did he hear jealousy in Odd's voice just then? Maybe he was just getting his hopes up. Sure, he'd heard rumours about Odd's questionable sexuality, but those were just rumours, and rumours were never true...
"No," he said at last. "It's not about Yumi or Sissy."
"Then what, pray tell, is it about?" asked Odd.
Ulrich, taking Odd completely by surprise, wrapped his arms around his friend and pulled him close.
"What-"
Adding to his friend's confusion, Ulrich silenced him with a kiss.
Suddenly, the door flung open.
"Odd, Ulrich, come on, you're gonna..." Jeremie's voice trailed off as he stood in the doorway, transfixed by the sight before him.
"So, Odd," he said, with a little smirk. "The rumours are true... don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
Before either of them could react, Jeremie was off, the door still swinging on its hinges.