A/N: This was (also, if you read Titanic-ium) based on a dream I had. The dream was short so I tried to extend it with events that didn't actually happen in my awesome fantasy land dream world. However, what Bif said and what Gord said happened in my dream. Parker, though, just sat there with an awesome pokerface.
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It was fairly sunny in the early May. Especially in Old Bullworth Vale
and the carnival. It seemed like the sun was paid to shine on that
part of town exclusively.
It earned the carnival quite a lot of money though, as a majority of
the students went there to be warmer. And while they were there, why
not have fun? It was such a perfect day.
Bif Tremblay was seated atop of a counter that was selling soft
drinks, drinking away at a Beam Cola. Parker Ogilvie leaned against
the counter behind him with a bored look. It was rare that someone
were to come buy a soda. The two Preppies were bored.
"Man, I can't believe we actually have to work," Parker groaned and
fully slumped onto the chipping green wood supporting him.
"You mean you have to work. I could leave you to run this place if I
wanted," Bif stated, taking a big swig of his soda. He smirked as he
glanced down to Parker. The raven haired male groaned in his arms and
shifted his legs into a new position.
Bif grinned as Parker attempted to be patient when an elderly lady
couldn't decide which soda to pick. After she finally decided which
one, she dropped it and spilled it on the ground. She spent about
another five years before she could pick another one. Thankfully she
didn't drop it.
"This sucks," Parker moaned. His body looked unnatural splayed
across the soda machine like that.
"That's what you get when your dad throws a temper tantrum..." Bif
trailed off to throw away his can. When he hopped back up on the
counter, his eyes scanned the crowd by the large archway.
He saw a few Greasers, some adults, a Bully or two, another Greaser, a
Nerd beside an adult... Oh, there was Gord. With Jimmy.
They were walking towards the entrance/exit, laughing and playfully
hitting eachother. Gord looked so happy. And Jimmy looked kind of
happy. He couldn't really tell. But the strangest thing was how Gord
was dressed in comparison to Jimmy. Jimmy had his school uniform on
but Gord had a white shirt with short short sleeves and short shorts.
Were they pink? And, upon further inspection, he appeared to have
pigtails. His hair wasn't that long...
Why was he looking at Gord like that? The taller mentally slapped
himself.
But as they neared and the urge to talk to Gord grew, Bif couldn't
help himself from calling them over. Parker gave him a short look
while Gord told Jimmy something. The Ginger rushed off towards the
entrance and the brunette Preppie skipped over to the booth.
"Hey Gord," the redhead nodded. He smiled when the brunette did and
ignored a smart remark from Parker.
Now, he didn't know why he thought it was a good idea, but... Well, he
complemented Gord. "You know, uh, your eyes look really pretty in this
light..." he had said. He could practically feel the stare Parker was
giving him as his face caught on fire. The raven haired male made
sharp noises from the back of his throat as if he was trying not to
sneeze. Gord just stood there for a moment with a half smile that only
looked like confusion. It changed completely, however, and he put a
hand on his hip and the other flopped by his chest.
"Oh, you shouldn't have, really... I do quite adore the compliment
Bif. Thank you for expressing your utmost wonder and awe for my eyes!
They are rather fabulous now aren't they? You know, I would kiss
you if we weren't in public."
Before Bif could splutter like a fish out of water and before Parker
could make a sound that echoed of a dying cat, Gord sauntered off to
reunite with Jimmy. Bif's face fire had exploded and now it seemed
like the sun was coming closer and closer to earth. Meanwhile, Parker
was choking on the inside of his elbow from laughing so hard. It
definitely brightened up his mood, that was for sure.
Parker couldn't contain his laughter anymore and he howled and wailed
into the counter, soon choking and dramatically flailing everywhere.
Why he was laughing so hard, Bif didn't know. The redhead was pouting
all while that was going on. He glared at those who stared at them
like they should be in the freak show.
The raven haired male eventually settled down to where he was only
holding his aching sides in slight giggles. He wiped off his eyes and
leaned back against the counter.
"It's not funny," Bif muttered and folded his arms across his chest.
His legs began to lightly kick at the wood under him.
"Yes it is," Parker choked out in between giggles. "It's hilarious."
The taller only sighed, knowing that by arguing it wouldn't get them
anywhere. But really, though? Why did he say pretty? Why pretty? He
could've said nice instead, he could've been less awkward, he could've
just insulted him with "just kidding" afterwards...
"'You're eyes look so pretty in this light Gord!'" Parker mocked and
burst out into snickers again. "'Now kiss me and we shall ride off
into the sunset!'"
"Oh, shut up," Bif groaned and punched the other male's arm playfully.
However, he forgot how strong he really was and ended up knocking over
the booth next to them. And Parker might've maybe fractured his arm or
something.
The two teens fled the scene of the crime quickly and made it back to
the Harringon House as the townsfolk clamored angrily as if they were
a disturbed bees nest.
And a disturbed bees nest they were...