Disclaimer: Once Upon a Time there was a girl named Cloudy. She did not own Dead Poets Society. The End.

Living Like A Dead Poet

Chapter 12: Fangirls!

Fangirls, were like the weather. They were constantly changing, unpredictable, and if you weren't prepared could even be dangerous. But more so than that they were like the weather in the way that in the summer you long for frosty morning walks and in the winter you dream of balmy evenings. Simply put, when they were around they were an annoyance and a when they weren't around something held in high regard. At least by our lovely Dead Poets.

"Neeeeeeeeeil." Charlie whined lying sprawled out on a chair that had appeared in the vast white waste land where characters exist when nobody's doing anything with them.

"What?"

"Where are all the fangirls?"

Neil looked up suddenly. Charlie had a point, usually there was at least one or two hanging around in the void, and if not that at least one of the more enthusiastic authors asking them questions and giggling noisily while they jotted down notes. "I guess they're just all busy?"

"Busy? Doing what? I mean seriously we're the two most fangirlable guys in this fandom, I should constantly have someone squeeing at me, or trying to get me into a closet or something."

Neil shrugged, "I dunno, it's kind of nice. Quiet. Besides you don't even like fangirls, remember you threatened to shave my eyebrows off if they didn't stop touching them all the time."

"That's completely different, I don't like your fangirls, mine are awesome."

Charlie, seriously your fangirls are terrifying. One of them threatened me with an oyster fork once.

"Did anyone ask your opinion? Besides you think Pitts is hot so we can't trust your opinion anyways. I mean seriously Pitts? You've got to be kidding me? Who fangirls over him?"

Meanwhile in another part of the white void.

"Omigaaaawd, Gerard you're so cute, I just want like smush your face."

"Back off I want to smush his face!"

"Ladies, ladies," Pitts said calmly soothing the horde of fangirls who had gathered around him like paperclips to a magnet. "There's enough of me to go around."

A.N. I just had to get this out of my system. Now back to your normally scheduled programming.