Discliamer: No matter how many times I put it on my list to Santa, I do not own Dead Poets Society
The Cloudy Side of Life: Frog
Neil Perry generally liked Pitts as a lab partner. He was strange and enthusiastic but could also be quiet and serious. Sometimes managing to be all 4 at the same time. They even had a team name and letter jackets with 'Tall, Dark, and Strange' stitched into the back. But sometimes, such as during times like this, Neil wished he might have gotten someone a little more...plain as his lab partner. He was pretty sure Hopkins wouldn't be forcing him to handcuff himself to a supply cabinet to protest frog dissection.
"Frogs are people too" Pitts had stated the afternoon after they had been told frog dissections were fast approaching. Neil opened his mouth to protest that frog were notin fact people but Pitts was on a roll, "Albeit small, green people who live in water and eat flies and croak, but people none the less!" He punctuated his short speech with an "I Want You" hand gesture before continuing to pace in his room having gotten into one of his rare, but impressive outspoken moods.
Neil sighed rubbing a hand over his forehead. "Pitts, man, I understand what you're saying. I mean, I love Kermit as much as the next guy. But don't you think that refusing to do the assignment would not only be bad for our grades -your trying to get into Yale right?- but is maybe the wrong side of dramatic?"
Pitts stopped pacing between the door and the far wall, which was such a short distance across he couldn't even lie vertically without opening the door."What? We're not going to refuse to do the assignment. That would just make us look ridiculous." Neil sighed in relief at the time but the look on Pitts' face should have alerted him, that he in fact, had other plans in mind.
So, now here Neil was, handcuffed to a supply cabinet at four in the morning with Pitts fast asleep and drooling on his shoulder. His arm was asleep and his back was killing him from where the handles of the cabinet dug into his skin. At least he had talked Pitts out of the protest songs and their accompanying dance moves which looked a little bit too much like something from The Rocky Horror Picture Showto be coincidence. Though Pitts had whined and begged to be allowed to keep his protest sign, which was so badly illustrated he had spent the first hour and half of their all night camp out trying to convince Neil, yes, that's actually supposed to be a frog.
Neil had just finally started to drift off again when the first rays of sun glittered on the horizon of the autumn morning simply to hit him mockingly in the eyes.
"Ugh!" Neil jolted upwards and banging his head painfully in the process. Grumbling angrily under his breath about the sun and where it could go shine itself he reached over and shook Pitts awake.
"Wrong bed Charlie..."
"What!? No. Man, it's Neil. Wake up."
He opened his eyes lazily and looked up at Neil eyes partcially glazed over. "Mmmhgh?" He hummed trying to use the hand which was handcuffed to rub at his eyes before raising it up as high as it could go and glancing at it confusedly. Suddenly realisation hit his face. "OH! Right, yes, protest time! Where's my sign?"
But Pitts didn't have time to grab his sign (which had been conveniently kicked out of reach) before the sound of footfalls signalling their impending academic doom could be heard clearly coming down the hall. Neil sharply inhaled and held his breath while Pitts groped for his hand.
"UGH! Don't hold my hand! Your palms are all sweaty!" Neil hissed under his breath as a key turned and clicked in the lock. But Pitts only responded by squeezing their hands together more tightly. Neil opened his mouth the protest again when the overhead lights flicked on and and fluorescent beams attacked Neil's eyes.
"AHH! I've been blinded!"
There was a slightly pause and quite possibly the most terrifying silence of either of their lives before a very distinct Scottish voice started yelling.
"What the hell is going on here!?"
"Oh, Mr. McAllister, sir, what a surprise seeing you here." Pitts said waving and trying to act nonchalant. Neil elbowed him in the ribs.
"You said this was the science room!"
"They all look the same in the dark!"
Mr. McAllister however was not seeing the humor in the situation and looked as if his bow tie was on too tight as his face grew red and he wordlessly pointed out the door. Neil held up his hands apologetically as Pitts fiddled with the handcuffs. They scurried out of the room wordlessly before the door was slammed behind them so quickly Pitts' sign didn't make it out in one piece.
Neil rubbed at his wrist and glared at Pitts who just shrugged. "Well, it could have gone a lot worse for a first time."
Just then Charlie came down the hall and snatched the handcuffs out of Neil's hands, "Hey! Those are mine you thief!" Charlie cradled with surprising tenderness before turning and running back down the hall. "Meeks! I found them!"
"That's it, No more protests. EVER."
AN: Oh Charlie, you kinky bastard. But on a serious note you guys have no idea how relieved I was to see people first off, reviewed, and second off (secondly?) seemed to have liked the first two chapters. If you wanna see the prompts list I'm using you can check on Thyme's page (it's not on mine because it'll ruin the feung shui).