Pairing: WilliamxJeremy. After finding this sitting finished on my comp, being 98 percent sure I hadn't posted this pairing, and realizing what number I was at, I just had to post it. I think this pairing is super cute. And now I'm super sleepy. Enjoy~
Sighing, William lay back across the grass, hands tucked behind his head and eyes on the sky above as he contemplated, not for the first time, one of his life's current great mysteries. He wasn't sure when it first happened. Maybe the day he first saw him? Maybe later? He didn't know. But while he wasn't sure of date or time or place, William Dunbar was sure of one thing.
He was in love with Jeremy Belpois.
It was strange, he knew, but there was something about the blonde that just attracted William to him. But this fact in and of itself was not the great mystery currently haunting William this day. His infatuation with the blonde was no hidden-from-himself secret (if the doodles covering his math notes were anything to go by). Rather, it was a kind of sub-point to the topic of his current crush:
He was in love with Jeremy Belpois, and had absolutely no idea why.
It was a strange problem to have, he knew, which was what made William all the more determined to understand what, exactly, had attracted him to the bespectacled boy who now haunted his daily thoughts.
For sometime William had thought it was simply his looks—blond hair, blue eyes, slender build; what wasn't to like? But then again, looks had never really been that big of a thing for William. Blond or brunette, blue eyes or brown, it had never really mattered all that much either way. Yet, while Jeremy wasn't any eyesore, he wasn't exactly what William would call beautiful. Not like some others like…like Yumi. Now Yumi, was she ever soft on the eyes. What with her soft pale skin and silky black hair, and those inky pools of mystery she called eyes…
But uh, this was about Jeremy. Not Yumi. And William eventually decided he was ruling out looks as a possibility. So what did that leave? The next logical jump was that if not his looks, then it was Jeremy's personality that had William so enamored. That happened, right? People fell in love with someone because of their personality? But then, what about Jeremy's personality was so loveable? He was nice, that was for sure, but he wasn't really more than cordially polite to William—he'd never really gone out of his way to do something nice for the older boy. And it certainly wasn't the blonde's sense to humor that William admired (he still wasn't entirely convinced Jeremy had one).
So if you take away looks, personality, what did that leave? Well, smarts. Did William admire Jeremy for his smarts? He didn't think so. Jeremy was such a type A personality, all science and math and organized, labeled folders and baskets. William, on the other hand, was not these things (if the fact that he'd secretly turned his dorm room into a photo studio was anything to go by). Certainly, William thought, the list making compulsions of a science nerd would do nothing but clash explosively with the organized chaos that was Williams free spirited, artist self.
Scowling up at the clouds above, the boy sighed. For all his rationalizing, William found he was doing little to actually convince himself of any of this.
"Whatever," he sighed, realizing that this crush was one he was just never going to make sense of. "Maybe what they say is true after all. Opposites really do attract."
