Author's Note (Monster): Hi guys! Again, I'm not writing much new stuff (aside from minor one-shots). I'm mainly posting my updates for American Tragedy and Make Me Levitate and when I have more time again, I'll write more stuff. Enjoy!

Previously on Make Me Levitate

Dylan drags Danny down a path of distraction in class. They learn their dorms are close to one another and exchange phone numbers.

George was having a rough day at the office. First he could practically hear the students snoring in his lecture. But who could blame them, you know? George could've fallen asleep on the spot as well if hadn't been the one teaching it. He huffed to himself. He had given the most boring lecture in history of boring lectures and THAT was an achievement on its own. Usually the top 3 most boring lectures in history of boring lectures was preserved for Jorel. George grinned to himself and he wondered if Jorel could sense his little jab. Anyway, so first the lecture didn't go very well. Then he'd gone over to the vending machine to eat away his troubles with a pack of M&M's but the pack got stuck. So George then put another dollar in the machine and the second pack of M&M's got stuck too. That was the moment he knocked his head against the slightly warm window of the vending machine – his brain shaking from the machine's buzz – and he cursed his existence with all he had.

The next person who got anything from above the packs of M&M's would get two extra packs of M&M's because George ran out of money to get a snack and walked dejectedly to his office, muttering to himself about life's cruel humour. He caught professor Myers giving him a strange look before getting up to close the door but George didn't give a crap.

He sat down at his desk and started his computer, immediately catching a notification from Jorel for a video chat. George contemplated ignoring it but he eventually accepted. The blinking icon enlarged into a rectangular screen of Jorel in his office. "Hey dude!"

"The meetings app is only for professors and students abroad to attend meetings, Jorel", George deadpanned. Jorel huffed. "My office is so far away from yours that I feel like I'm practically abroad. It'll count and if not, I'll take it up with mr. Stump myself."

"Strong now but once he asks you, you'll shrink on the spot", George chuckled. "What's up?"

"Not much, I'm bored. I'm teaching class in an hour and I don't know what to do besides waiting. How about you?" Jorel leaned back on his desk chair and twirled a pencil between his fingers. George gave half a shrug. "I taught a hard class, lost two packs of M&M's to the vending machine. My day's been shitty."

"How'd you lose two packs?" Jorel asked. There was a thump of two chair legs hitting the floor as he fell back forward. "Like… how?"

"One got stuck. I tried to knock it down with another but it also got stuck", George pouted to himself. Jorel was quiet for a second before he laughed, leaning back again on his chair. His laughter vanished within a moment when he lost his balance and nearly fell backwards with his chair. He cleared his throat. "That's unfortunate."

"It fucking is", George grumbled.

There was the sound of a knock and George didn't know whether it was in his office, in Myers' office or in Jorel's office so he couldn't supress a grin when he and Jorel both yelled "Come in!" at the same time. Though Jorel's puzzled look remained on his face while George's door opened to reveal Danny's messy hair and hazel eyes, looking about as innocent as he could. George blinked. "Danny?"

Jorel gasped on the screen. "Danny the hoe?!"

George quickly hung up on the call while Danny raised an eyebrow. He fiddled with the keyboard and mouse and eventually turned off the screen, too, feeling as if his entire head was glowing with embarrassment. "Uhm. That was uh… professor Decker."

"Jorel", Danny concluded. "May I come in?"

George furrowed his eyebrows. Danny was still holding the door in his hand, half-cracked and George really wondered why he was there. God, please don't let it be to get fucked in his office. Damn it, George, contain your thoughts!

"Professor Ragan?" Danny repeated. "Are you alright?"

"I am, sorry, it's been a strange day. Yes, come in, please", George requested. Danny hesitantly entered the room, looking around the office. He smiled at the music posters and stopped at the bookcase showcasing the cd's and vinyl. "Quite the collection."

"As expected of a music history professor", George shrugged. "Would be rather pathetic if my entire office was decorated with football stuff, wouldn't it be?"

"Nothing wrong with liking football", Danny muttered.

George cocked his head. "What's bothering you, Danny?"

"I tried to go over the twenties like you told me to", Danny began. He stepped slowly while taking in the decorations along the wall. George hadn't been there for a long time but he liked his office cosy if he were to spend 8 hours a day there. "Yes?"

"Well, you told me to come see you if I didn't quite understand it", Danny said. He stopped in his tracks and turned to face the professor. "Here I am. I don't understand."

"I should've guessed", George replied. "The twenties are rough to go through by yourself without any of the sound clips in class."

"I can't find any clips on my own either", Danny admitted. George pointed at the chair in front of his desk. "Sit. We'll go over it together. Unless you are limited in time, then we'll just schedule a meeting."

Danny shook his head. "I have all of the time in the world. Well, during office hours at least. You know I have elsewhere to be when it goes dark."

George swallowed a lump in his throat. "I do, yeah. I'll help you out this afternoon then."

Danny gave a small smile. "Thank you, George. I mean. Professor."

George tensed. Danny slid the backpack off his shoulder and sat down on the chair in front of the desk. George nodded at his backpack. "Did you bring the book?"

Danny nodded and opened his back. His sleeve rode up when his arm disappeared into his backpack, fishing for the book. He pulled it out triumphantly but George gave it a hard stare. Danny put the book on the desk and George leaned over to take his hand. He pulled it closer to him, as close as it allowed him with Danny sitting across from him. With the sleeve rolled up, George could see a pattern of fingertip-like bruises clasped around the wrist. "Who did this?"

Danny pulled his hand out of George's grip. "No one."

"Danny…"

Danny clenched his jaw. "A bad client. He's no longer welcome. Charlie put him on the blacklist."

George's gaze softened. "Did he hurt you badly?"

Danny shrugged in response. "Some clients believe that because they pay me, they can do whatever they want with me. Explore whatever kink they have. I'm fine with agreeing to certain alternative tastes but this dude? That wasn't a kink anymore."

"But you're doing… alright?" George asked gently.

Danny gave a careful smile and nodded. "Punched him square in the jaw."

"Good", George said. Danny looked down at his hands in his lap. "Can you not ask me about Hit & Quit stuff on campus? I'm trying to be a normal student despite our meetings."

George hummed affirmatively. "I'm sorry. I just look out for my students."

Danny huffed in response and George kept himself from asking what was up with that response. Danny leaned in. "So the twenties?"

"Ah yes! Fruitful decade for music! Recordings got better, labels began to form and before, it was only possible to share music through live shows, sheet music and what not while the twenties made it possible to share clips of the actual music!" George slipped into the enthusiastic professor he was known to be. It made Danny smirk to himself.

"I like your enthusiasm for things like these. They make it easier to listen", Danny admitted. George smacked the book open. "That's why I love teaching these classes. So there's this one? I'm gonna let you hear it but I have to find the clip on my computer."

George turned the screen back on and did some digging. Danny leaned onto the desk to peek at the computer screen. George raised an eyebrow at him. "What if I were looking at files for your finals?"

"Then you'd have to be pretty stupid to do that with me in the room", Danny said. George pursed his lips and gave Danny half a glare. The student cracked a smile. "Sorry, that was very unprofessional behaviour of Danny the hoe. I'll be better, professor."

"Hey, Jorel was the one who called you 'Danny the hoe' so take it up with him", George complained. Danny hummed thoughtfully. "I could call in sick on the day of his date with Vanessa."

"That would be cruel", George shook his head. "Thought you wanted to be a normal student on campus?"

"Pretty hard to maintain the inferior student role when you've fucked me more than you've given me lectures", Danny said. George tensed. "Keep your voice down. I don't want anyone thinking I abused my position as your professor to get with you. No one's going to believe that we met before you were my student."

Danny shrugged it off. "I'm legal."

"Thank God", George grumbled.

"The clip, professor?" Danny asked, slipping back into an innocent student façade. George clenched his jaw. Danny was going to be the death of him one day.

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