Dramatize
Author's note: I wrote most of this when I was supposed to be working on English homework- hence all the references. Only later did I realize that said references tied in with Bare. It ended up going in a completely different direction than I intended, but hey, I was inspired. This is even shorter than my first fic, and it probably sucks.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bare.
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Dull as hell. That's what his life was like before Jason. Peter had never realized how tedious and repetitive it was until a month ago, when they first met. Roommates. That's what they were- just roommates. But then, why did Peter feel so inexplicably attracted to him? Wait- hold on. Maybe he should have started at the beginning. Peter's problem wasn't necessarily that he was attracted to another guy, but that said male was in such close proximity. Gah! That was merely restating the problem. He needed to go back…….
He had known he was gay since he was twelve. There, that was better. Peter sighed. It was kind of funny, really. His mother had taken him to see Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice and while every other respectable Christian had been aghast to see Antonio and Bassanio kiss, Peter still recalls feeling vaguely……turned on? His mother hadn't noticed that, but she certainly was quick to remember the rest of the play, and even quicker to buy Peter ice cream afterwards so he wouldn't ask questions.
Ah….great, he was rambling. Anyway, Peter had never really come across a problem like this before because all of the males he knew in Middle school honestly weren't all that attractive, not to mention obnoxious little—moving on. In retrospect, maybe taking a trip down memory lane wasn't the best way to go about ruminating his present situation. Wait, what? Peter groaned, he was starting to confuse himself. Furthermore, Jason probably wasn't even gay. Why was he stressing about it? No, the best course of action would be to find another hot guy to ogle, a celebrity, and leave Jason in peace.
There. That was done. Peter stared at the computer screen in astonishment. It had taken him half a page of pointless rambling in Microsoft Word to come to that conclusion. The title stood out boldly at the top: The Tragedy That Is Romeo and Juliet. Ironic, wasn't it? Not to mention pathetic that Peter had spent the past half-hour talking about his non-existent love life when he was supposed to be doing an extra credit assignment for English.
Apparently typing up the paper hadn't been such a good idea either. Erasing the title, Peter wondered why his mother had bothered to give him a laptop as a going-to-school present anyway. There was no stable internet connection for the students here, so he couldn't really email her on a regular basis. That was a moot point anyway, since she hardly ever checked her email. But, wow, his mother was over-protective. Another half-hour later saw Peter having typed up another page on that.
Thus, he was completely unprepared for Jason to come through the door at that precise moment. Naturally, that was exactly what happened. Panicked, Peter saved the Word document and closed his laptop, English essay temporarily forgotten.
What was that best course of action again? Peter couldn't remember.