Title: Senior '89
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: PG, for now. Will definately go up from there.
Summary: Darien's in high school and trying to cope with his limelight-stealing brother.
Spoilers: I don't think there are any.
Distribution: My site, Fanfiction.net, IMFanfic list, and NeonSilence. Anyone else, please ask and ye shall recieve.
Author's Notes: I'm writing on the assumpsion that Darien is 30 years old in 2001. That may or may not be right, but that's the way I wrote it.
Disclaimer: I own pretty much everything, except Darien and Kevin Fawkes. Those two belong to Scifi and Stu Segall Studios.
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"Hey, Darien."
"Hey, Bobby, how's it going?"
"Ah, it's okay, I guess. How'd you do on Mr. Quinn's test?"
"What else? C minus."
"Yeah, me too."
"Yeah, so you know any good parties this weekend?"
"Bobby McCoy!" Mr. Williams bellowed. "That shirt is not regulation, son!"
"Sorry, Mr. Williams, yesterday was laundry day, and Mom didn't want to get up off her ass and wash anything."
"To the office, McCoy," the balding principal snarled.
"I'll see ya later, Fawkes," Bobby called over his shoulder.
Darien turned around, still chuckling, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He finished opening his locker before turning to face his brother. "Yes, Kevin?" he asked sourly.
"Darien, come on, give it up, ok? I didn't mean to get you in trouble with Uncle Peter," Kevin pleaded.
"Whatever. What did you want, Kevin?" Darien snapped.
"I just needed to tell you that I'm staying after school today. I'm helping Mr. Jameson in the lab today. He wants me to do some experiment for him. It's supposed to be really cool. It's about molecular conversion, and..."
"Get to the point, Kevin! I'm going to be late for English. And my nap," Darien interrupted.
"I'll need the car. So, do you think one of your friends could give you a ride home?" Kevin asked.
"Kevin, I need the car tonight. I'm going Harris' kegger at the University."
"I'll have the car home by five, Darien," Kevin promised.
"Whatever, man. Fine," he sighed, digging the keys out of his pocket. "But you better have it back, or I'll kick your ass, man."
"Thanks, Darien," Kevin smiled. He grabbed the keys and took off down the hall, scampering into his class.
Darien rolled his eyes upward at the sound of the tardy bell. "Damn..." he muttered. Well, might as well take my sweet time, he thought.
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end part one
Feedback is appreciated!
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: PG, for now. Will definately go up from there.
Summary: Darien's in high school and trying to cope with his limelight-stealing brother.
Spoilers: I don't think there are any.
Distribution: My site, Fanfiction.net, IMFanfic list, and NeonSilence. Anyone else, please ask and ye shall recieve.
Author's Notes: I'm writing on the assumpsion that Darien is 30 years old in 2001. That may or may not be right, but that's the way I wrote it.
Disclaimer: I own pretty much everything, except Darien and Kevin Fawkes. Those two belong to Scifi and Stu Segall Studios.
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"Hey, Darien."
"Hey, Bobby, how's it going?"
"Ah, it's okay, I guess. How'd you do on Mr. Quinn's test?"
"What else? C minus."
"Yeah, me too."
"Yeah, so you know any good parties this weekend?"
"Bobby McCoy!" Mr. Williams bellowed. "That shirt is not regulation, son!"
"Sorry, Mr. Williams, yesterday was laundry day, and Mom didn't want to get up off her ass and wash anything."
"To the office, McCoy," the balding principal snarled.
"I'll see ya later, Fawkes," Bobby called over his shoulder.
Darien turned around, still chuckling, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He finished opening his locker before turning to face his brother. "Yes, Kevin?" he asked sourly.
"Darien, come on, give it up, ok? I didn't mean to get you in trouble with Uncle Peter," Kevin pleaded.
"Whatever. What did you want, Kevin?" Darien snapped.
"I just needed to tell you that I'm staying after school today. I'm helping Mr. Jameson in the lab today. He wants me to do some experiment for him. It's supposed to be really cool. It's about molecular conversion, and..."
"Get to the point, Kevin! I'm going to be late for English. And my nap," Darien interrupted.
"I'll need the car. So, do you think one of your friends could give you a ride home?" Kevin asked.
"Kevin, I need the car tonight. I'm going Harris' kegger at the University."
"I'll have the car home by five, Darien," Kevin promised.
"Whatever, man. Fine," he sighed, digging the keys out of his pocket. "But you better have it back, or I'll kick your ass, man."
"Thanks, Darien," Kevin smiled. He grabbed the keys and took off down the hall, scampering into his class.
Darien rolled his eyes upward at the sound of the tardy bell. "Damn..." he muttered. Well, might as well take my sweet time, he thought.
*****
end part one
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