Title: Creative Writing is for NERDS
Author: Risu-chan14 (Derpwinchestah on tumblr)
Rating: PG-13 for now
Genre: High school AU, romantic comedy
Pairings: Destiel (main), Sam/Jess, Jo/Ash, maybe others?
Summary: Slacker Dean Winchester and generally confused nerd Castiel Novak start their senior year of high school off with a creative writing journal assignment. Castiel can't write creatively to save his life and some dumb (but hot) kid who sits next to him keeps hogging the thesaurus.
Author's Note: Most misspellings and grammatical errors are intentional, as Dean Winchester doesn't always have a full grasp of the English language. And on that note, neither did I. Chapters are short, as they are journal entries.
Dean Winchester's Journal- Day 1
Dear Retarded Creative Writing Journal,
My first entry is supposed to be an introduction to myself, but yeah. That's not going to happen. The teacher is supposed to read this, I think. I don't know. I probably shouldn't have written "retarded" on the first page if she's going to read it. But hey, this is SENIOR YEAR. I can curse up a storm if I want to because it's not like I'm going anywhere special after this. Workin' at Singer's garage doesn't exactly require a college degree. But Sam like shit an entire brick wall when I told him I was thinking of dropping out. Oops. I said the word shit. Guess it can't be helped, Mrs. Cadbury. Also you make me want chocolate like every time I see the name plate-thing on your desk and every time I see your name at the top of my assignments.
Okay an introduction to myself: I'm Dean Winchester. I was born in Lawrence, Kansas but I've lived here in Arlington, Virginia since I was 4, so I tell people I'm from here. My Dad works for the police doing stuff. He's not always around, but he's a good guy. Taught me manners and shit. My mom passed away when I was little. Sam is my baby brother. He's a freshman but he's still a friggin baby. And a hippie. I don't think he's eaten meat since he was 7 when he learned how to make his own dinner. Before that he OBVIOUSLY ate meat because I'm his brother.
Anyway. The prompt says I gotta describe myself because this is for creative writing and flowery description is like crack to these people. I'm a ravishing man of only seventeen. The smattering of freckles on my nose augments my fetching good-looks. My smoldering emerald eyes have the ladies falling to their knees in my presence. Bow-chicka-wow-wow. Okay so writing like this is too hard. And I hogged the classroom thisauris for like 20 mins and that kid Castiel was staring at me like he was gonna murder me. Psh. Like he needs a dictionary or thisauris. He's a nerd and I swear to the non-existent God that Castiel has a pocket dictionary/thisauris/graphing calculator/alien mothership communication device. Not that I'm making fun of him or nothing. The school is all "anti-bully" these days and contrary to popular belief (and my hot bod), I don't like bringing attention to myself. If I liked people lookin at me then I'd be sporting a football jersey and bangin' cheerleaders instead of sleeping at my desk and hoping the hood on my sweatshirt covers my earbuds. Sorry again, Mrs. Cadbury. Don't give me detention please cuz
HOT DAMN ITS THE BELL!
A/N: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me what you think! I'll be posting regularly here and on my tumblr, Derpwinchestah.