Title: Senior '89
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: PG-13, for now.
Summary: Darien and Kevin's senior year. Darien's a social king, and Kevin's a nerdy outcast. Where's the relation again?
Spoilers: I don't think there are any.
Distribution: My site, Fanfiction.net, IMFanfic list, and NeonSilence. Anyone else, please ask and ye shall recieve.
Author's Notes: I'm writing on the assumpsion that Darien is 30 years old in 2001. That may or may not be right, but that's the way I wrote it.
Disclaimer: I own pretty much everything, except Darien and Kevin Fawkes. Those two belong to Scifi and Stu Segall Studios.
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"Yo, Fawkes!"
"Hey, Bobby! I thought your ass was grass, man!"
"Nah, what's the prick gonna do? Suspend me? The starting quarterback? Yeah, right," he scoffed, "He just told me to do my own laundry from now on."
"Yeah, right," Darien repeated. "So, you going to the kegger?"
"At Danny's brother's frat house? Shit, yeah, man! Brew, buds, fine-ass honeys; what brother in his right mind wouldn't be there?"
Darien guzzled down the last half of his Coke and tossed the can in the trash. "*My* brother's not going," he said sourly.
"Face it, man," Bobby said, cracking open his own soda, "Your brother -- nice guy that he is -- is a freak of nature." He started laughing at his own joke, "I mean, when was the last time that boy got laid?"
"I don't think he's ever," Darien laughed with his friend. "Yeah, he'll be researching in the basement while we're out getting wasted and laid."
"Amen, brother," Bobby said, holding out his hand in low-five fashion. "Let you brother worry about his lack of a life -- sex or otherwise -- on his own time. Tonight, we party!"
"You guys wouldn't be talking about sex without me, would you?" a perky voice floated over Darien's shoulder. "Darien, what time are you picking me up?" the blonde beauty asked. She snaked her arm through his and gazed up at him adoringly.
"Hey, Honey. Eight sound good?" he replied after kissing her hello.
"Sounds great," she smiled.
"Honey," the brunette standing close behind her spoke nervously, "Honey, come on. we've got to get back to class."
"Shut. Up. Andy," Honey snapped at her. "I'll see you tonight, Darien." She smiled seductively and turned back to Andy. She set a quick pace down the hall, back to their class. "Andy, I thought I told you, never interrupt me when I'm talking to my boyfriend!" the honey-haired Honey shouted at the mousy Andy.
"Sorry," she whispered just loud enough for Darien and Bobby to hear.
McCoy rocked back on his heels and whistled, "Don't get on her bad side, my man. Seriously don't want to piss that chick off!"
"Nah, man. I take her out, pay for everything, and lay her on a regular basis. What's she gonna get pissed off at?" Darien responded.
"True that, brother."
"So, hey, enough about my chick," Darien leaned an inch closer to Bobby, "You got the... you know."
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Hell yeah, man. I called my man last night. He's gonna drop by this afternoon after practice," Bobby said simply.
Scoffing, Darien spoke, "Your dealer makes house calls?"
"What can I say?" Bobby shrugged, "He's good people."
"You can say that again. Well, Mrs. Riley will not be happy if I'm late again."
Bobby checked his watch. "Uh, bro, you a little late for that one."
"So it seems," Darien responded, smiling. "I'll be at your place at seven, man." He threw his hand into Bobby's and stalked off to another grueling hour of Chem 1.
*****
end part two
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: PG-13, for now.
Summary: Darien and Kevin's senior year. Darien's a social king, and Kevin's a nerdy outcast. Where's the relation again?
Spoilers: I don't think there are any.
Distribution: My site, Fanfiction.net, IMFanfic list, and NeonSilence. Anyone else, please ask and ye shall recieve.
Author's Notes: I'm writing on the assumpsion that Darien is 30 years old in 2001. That may or may not be right, but that's the way I wrote it.
Disclaimer: I own pretty much everything, except Darien and Kevin Fawkes. Those two belong to Scifi and Stu Segall Studios.
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"Yo, Fawkes!"
"Hey, Bobby! I thought your ass was grass, man!"
"Nah, what's the prick gonna do? Suspend me? The starting quarterback? Yeah, right," he scoffed, "He just told me to do my own laundry from now on."
"Yeah, right," Darien repeated. "So, you going to the kegger?"
"At Danny's brother's frat house? Shit, yeah, man! Brew, buds, fine-ass honeys; what brother in his right mind wouldn't be there?"
Darien guzzled down the last half of his Coke and tossed the can in the trash. "*My* brother's not going," he said sourly.
"Face it, man," Bobby said, cracking open his own soda, "Your brother -- nice guy that he is -- is a freak of nature." He started laughing at his own joke, "I mean, when was the last time that boy got laid?"
"I don't think he's ever," Darien laughed with his friend. "Yeah, he'll be researching in the basement while we're out getting wasted and laid."
"Amen, brother," Bobby said, holding out his hand in low-five fashion. "Let you brother worry about his lack of a life -- sex or otherwise -- on his own time. Tonight, we party!"
"You guys wouldn't be talking about sex without me, would you?" a perky voice floated over Darien's shoulder. "Darien, what time are you picking me up?" the blonde beauty asked. She snaked her arm through his and gazed up at him adoringly.
"Hey, Honey. Eight sound good?" he replied after kissing her hello.
"Sounds great," she smiled.
"Honey," the brunette standing close behind her spoke nervously, "Honey, come on. we've got to get back to class."
"Shut. Up. Andy," Honey snapped at her. "I'll see you tonight, Darien." She smiled seductively and turned back to Andy. She set a quick pace down the hall, back to their class. "Andy, I thought I told you, never interrupt me when I'm talking to my boyfriend!" the honey-haired Honey shouted at the mousy Andy.
"Sorry," she whispered just loud enough for Darien and Bobby to hear.
McCoy rocked back on his heels and whistled, "Don't get on her bad side, my man. Seriously don't want to piss that chick off!"
"Nah, man. I take her out, pay for everything, and lay her on a regular basis. What's she gonna get pissed off at?" Darien responded.
"True that, brother."
"So, hey, enough about my chick," Darien leaned an inch closer to Bobby, "You got the... you know."
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Hell yeah, man. I called my man last night. He's gonna drop by this afternoon after practice," Bobby said simply.
Scoffing, Darien spoke, "Your dealer makes house calls?"
"What can I say?" Bobby shrugged, "He's good people."
"You can say that again. Well, Mrs. Riley will not be happy if I'm late again."
Bobby checked his watch. "Uh, bro, you a little late for that one."
"So it seems," Darien responded, smiling. "I'll be at your place at seven, man." He threw his hand into Bobby's and stalked off to another grueling hour of Chem 1.
*****
end part two
