I received this really elementary question in English class sometime near the beginning of December, and it pertained to heroes. Naturally, as a Young Justice fanatic, my mind flew to Superheroes: Batman, the Flash, Wonder Woman, Superman and the like; however, we were to define a hero. But this story has mutated beyond that, it's now a tale about...well you'll find out XD
This is my second, second person fic thanks to Song Six convincing me to do so ^.^
Notes: Mentions of slash, and feel free to skip over 'your' opening paragraph about heroes~
Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice
Vigilante
You sit down in the plastic chairs of your high school, staring blankly at the white board; your teacher is detailing instructions for the class but you're hardly paying attention. When everyone around you begins taking out a sheet of paper, you decide to focus on what's written on the board: In an informal essay (you're allow to use I/you), define the term hero and detail whom/what you consider to be a hero. For a second grade question, it sure is phrased quite un-elementarily.
Taking out a lined sheet of paper and your pencil case, you ponder: in a world with a surplus of superheroes, can one distinguish between the super heroes and the regular ones? If there were such a thing as a "regular" hero, in any case.
Taking a look at today's media, one wonders whether people are trying to shove heroes down our throats, as if we're supposed to become heroes over night.
Reading over your hook, you frown. That sounded like crap.
You take out a fresh sheet of paper,
Heroes are one of a kind, yet in a surplus within our world.
You take out yet another sheet of paper, angrily crumpling the second sheet. Using your first sheet of paper as a place to host your web/notes, you finally begin to like where you're going with this.
In this day and age the term hero has gained an ambiguous and arbitrary meaning, one may define hero as one whom does clichéd things such as saving kittens from trees and incarcerating evil scientists with ill-thought-out plans of taking over the world or one may also define a hero as the person they revere, admire, respect, and/or aspire to become like. More or less, heroes can appear out of nowhere yet can also dissipate into nothingness after being in the limelight, sometimes even while being in the limelight. Personally, I think a hero is one that does tiny little things without realising it, one whom can worm his/her way into your heart without even knowing it, one that will be there for you because they want to be there for you, pushing everything they have on hold as to be with you...
You stop there. Something is nudging you at the back of your mind. What you've written sounds so familiar, yet so foreign. You must look really stupid, your pencil held lopsidedly in mid-air, your mouth hanging wide open, because it hits you: him. He's done exactly what you've just said: he does tiny little things for you, no one else, just you. He would drop everything he's doing just to talk to you. He's wormed his way into your heart, aside from the obvious best friend aspect too: you love him.
With this newfound revelation, your pencil moves as if it has its own mind, creating lines and squiggles on the page, recognizable to Humans as the English language.
The bell, signalling the end of the school day, rings just as you finish writing your essay, you hand in the paper to your teacher, smiling.
"So, what did you write?"
"I wrote about Superman..."
"Wonder Woman is like so much better..."
"Guys we live in...City ...didn't you write about..."
Bits and pieces of conversation from your classmates reaches your ears, but you hardly care. Only one person is on your mind at the moment, your hero or your favourite vigilante.
"Hey." A good friend of yours runs up to you, slinging an arm around your shoulders, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"Hi, Chris."
"You had English last block, right?" he asks, as you shrug off his arm, opening your locker door. He leans on the locker door next to yours.
You nod slowly, putting away a few textbooks, grabbing some notebooks, "And you had...?"
"I just had Political Science with the bitchiest teacher ever," he replies, scowling, "she doesn't even teach! She just blabs about her family."
Smiling sympathetically, you pat him on the back, "Why are you even taking the course? I thought...well that you're undecided in what you wanted to do."
"I am undecided, that means I, unlike you, have to cover all the bases so that when I do find out what I want to do, I'll know I've already dabbled a bit in it. But, now I know I don't want to do anything with poly-sci." You close the door of your locker lightly.
"Only because you're getting a 67% in her class," you reply, smirking. The two of you begin walking in a random direction.
He frowns at you, "Only because she doesn't know how to teach." However, Chris becomes happy again and slings his arm around your shoulders once more, "so, who is he?"
You look around, confused, "Who's who?"
Chris looks at you exasperatedly, "The guy you like," he whispers in your ear.
You stop on the spot, shake your head vigorously, "T-there's no guy, I-I don't know what you're talking about."
"Dude, we've been friends for a while now and I'd like to think I'm your closest, here, at this school. So, spill: who's the guy lucky enough to capture your heart?" Chris asks seriously.
"What makes you think it's a guy?" you reply, hoping whole-heartedly he'll let it drop.
He raises an eyebrow, "You really want to know why I think it's a guy and not some girl?"
He probably stalked you and saw you with him, you're certainly different around him than you are others... "My best friend..." your answer escapes your lips before you can stop it.
Chris smirks triumphantly, while you look away, an angry red blush gracing your face, "So, it is some guy."
"Y-yeah..." you say shyly, scratching your arm nervously.
He, once again, slings his arm over your shoulder, "No worries buddy, I won't tell." You shrug his arm off your shoulder, again, "So, are you going to tell me about him? Or should I guess?"
"He's...perfect." You don't care that Chris rolled his eyes, "he's funny, intelligent, caring, hell of a lot better game player than I am, he makes me feel good about myself, better looking-"
"Let me stop you there. There's a guy you think is better looking than you?" You had almost forgotten that Chris was gay.
"Yes, I do," you reply, somewhat indignantly: you're just as entitled to your opinion as he is his.
"Well, I'd like to see this dude and tell you: you're crazy. There is no way that there can be a guy better looking than you." You blush at the compliment, even if it made you feel bad: you wish he hadn't said it, but he had, "Anyways, you were saying?"
It felt...nice talking to Chris about him, before all these feelings were unexplored, deep in the recesses of your heart and mind, left in the dark because if you let them into the light, allowed them to become charted, they mightn't fit right anymore. But, talking to Chris, the puzzle was completed even faster, as he asked you things you've never thought of, allowed you to further deal with your fledging love for him, Chris made you feel safe talking about it, like you wouldn't be scorned or judged, just listened to. That's something only three people have been able to do in a while.
"Thank you, Chris," you say smiling when the two of you reach his house, you couldn't get a ride that day.
He smiles back, "For what?"
"For allowing me to get all this out."
"It was no problem, I'm always here to help a friend," he replied, "So...see ya 'round?"
"Yeah," you reply, nodding earnestly.
Rawr~ If you haven't visited my profile, you wouldn't know I've officially come off my hiatus ^.^ And, I'm opening with this fic, my first ever planned, multi-chapter, romance fic, which revolves around one couple. I'm hoping to finish this before Winter Break ends, on Jan. 4th
Also, shameless advertising of my OC, Chris, never hurts XD (However, this Chris is seemingly powerless and attends the same school as you.) To read more about Chris, read "Doctor Fake" (which I'm also hoping to update soon~).
I'm currently undecided on who "you" are, but with my OCD: I think I know. Review and tell me what you think (be it who you are or that you thought this was crap; I'd love to know~) =D
