Hahahhah I'm kinda upset because I've been giving my friend crap for shipping dersecest, and then found this.
Except JOKE'S ON YOU COZ AT THIS TIME THEY WEREN'T EVEN SIBLINGS (AT LEAST I'M PRETTY SURE IT HADN'T HAPPENED YET)
Actually the truth is this fic is.. not actually... that shippy; I'm sorry if the above fooled you, and you may turn away now. I'm serious, it barely even implies friendship. It's ok though, I know a given percentage of any fandom starts to hyperventilate if their two chosen characters do so much as exist in the same vicinity, so maybe you'll enjoy it anyway.
IN TERMS OF ACTUAL WRITING it's hilarious because I was so proud of this when I posted it on the forums, and then someone pointed out it was literally nothing but emotionless talking, and then I hated it and felt nothing but shame. The version you read now is the revamped one, so don't go in seeking out the same blandness. Never reposted it though, so that person must forever think I'm shit. Apart from that I'm also not great at writing Dave, so... ergh.
The underlying idea was to imply all the kids had premonitions of sburb, I think. Maybe I should've actually rolled with that instead of trying to write incest fanfiction. I still like the idea now that I've remembered it, but I probably won't do much with it besides entertaining it as a small headcanon.
I don't like the rap battle. I don't know why I tried to do that.
Written June 2009, age 14.
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"You know what sucks?" he drawled to her as he vaulted over the bench's back, falling into a sitting position quite nicely.
"Surely every misfortune in your life is competing for the honour," the girl replied simply, not looking up from her book.
"No, like. Check this, so I got some sick art going, right?" The boy lifted up a large canvas from under the bench (probably planted there a few minutes earlier) and showed it to her: it was a neon-coloured abstract piece, boasting fluorescent teals and greens on a black background. Her eyes followed the colours up, each helix swirling around the other until they formed a complex, almost atomlike shape at the top.
For once, he'd impressed her. "What gave you this idea?" she asked, her tone exactly the same.
"I dunno, man." He exhaled absently as he leaned back. "It's just one of those artist things I bet people like Vincent Van Vinci got all the time. I mean, I just... had this dream about it, and then I woke up... and BAM!" he shouted, eyes wide and arms flinging out. She jerked back as one hand swung dangerously near to her. "I just had to make it! But after minutes spent slaving over the stupid thing, I go to Egbert like, hey you gotta check this out? And he doesn't even bother to look at it!"
The girl's expression went from mildly interested to unmoved. "I absolutely grieve to hear of the sheer ignorance you have been subjected to. It's almost as if his soul has been hardened, after discovering everything you show him is a stupid waste of time."
"Exactly. And it breaks. My. Heart. Time and time again, I just get struck down. Sometimes, I'll even consider giving up this, my future career... reduced to begging like the thousands in Indi-aer."
"Thy dreams rent apart, 'mongst piercing jeers?"
"They don't get they're controlled by the hivemind fear. But seriously shut up." With a slight frown from underneath his sunglasses, he now stood up, canvas in hand. "Man, I should've known all you'd do is bust some rhymes. Well, you know how it is... got places to go, people to meet, especially ones that'll say something actually useful."
From where she sat, the girl looked up at him. There was a short silence; then, with the smallest smile, she shook her head and returned to the book. "Well then, I apologise that you had to go out of your way to visit me."
The same smile appeared, just visible, on his face. "Yeah. No prob."