A/N: This fic was graciously inspired by two things: 1) A two-episode block of Imagination Movers on Playhouse Disney. 2) The amazing song "Superboy and the Invisible Girl" from the equally amazing Broadway musical Next to Normal.
I scarcely ever venture out of the RENT fandom, but this is what I do when I only have college two days a week, and have an off day. =0p
None of it belongs to me, so it's all in good fun. No disrespect is intended.
Superboy and the Invisible Girl
She wonders if she'll ever have the nerve to tell him how she feels. ONE-SIDED RICH/NINA
He's a hero, a lover, a prince
She's not there…
You knock on the warehouse door, waiting for someone to come and answer it. As you stand there, you glance at your watch: 9:00 PM. The knob suddenly turns, and you're half expecting to see Smitty, or Scott, or Dave, but you're certainly not prepared for--
"Hey, Nina." You stare up at Rich, his dark hair, intense eyes, and radiant smile making your heart melt slightly. "What brings you here?" You suddenly freeze, fumbling for an answer as to why you've come in the first place. You know why--you know damn well why--to see him.
But he can't know that.
"Um…just to say hi," you blurt out, feeling your cheeks redden. He stares at you for a moment, wrinkling his nose a little at the lame excuse, but the smile never leaves his face. Why, you wonder, does he have to be so cute?
"Come on in," he says. "We're in the middle of writing some new songs, wanna come watch?"
"Sure," you answer, fighting not to smile too much or make too big a fool of yourself.
"Great!" He takes you by the hand and leads you further into the Think Tank and over to where the rest of the Movers sit with their instruments. You're a little taken with just how smooth his hands are. "Hey guys," Rich calls to the other guys, "look who's here--it's Nina!"
"Nina!" they chorus.
"Got a problem that needs solving?" Scott questions as you sit down on the couch. You shake your head and chuckle. But you've got a problem, all right--and it's a big one. You've fallen in love with Rich. But how do you tell him? Do you even tell him at all? No, you decide, it's not worth it, not yet.
"Nah," Rich answers for you, taking his place behind the drum kit, "she just came over to say hi." Smitty adjusts his glasses.
"At 9:00 at night?" You nod, feeling even stupider, if that's even possible. Dave leans over to Rich and whispers something to him. You're frustrated because you can't hear what it was. They laugh, and Rich shakes his head and counts in the next song. The four friends begin to get lost in the music, and you slowly fade into the background. For hours, you watch the man of your dreams pound on the drum skins, and sing songs that only his brilliant mind could compose. Rich can do anything, you realize. He plays music, is a good friend, and solves problems. He's like a knight. Or a superhero.
Your superhero.
For now, you resolve to keep your secret, content to be invisible, content to merely be around him.