Title: Romance and Mysteries
Authors: Prince_Bacchus, Grace W., Danni-Ellie, Darius731
Authors' Note: As you can see, this fic is the work of many people. It's a running story where each person posts part of it and leaves it unfinished so that the next person can play along. The story is currently being worked on at televisionwithoutpity.com, so feel free to come on over and add your own piece.
Disclaimer: We don't own the characters or anything else (Brenda Hampton, et al do), but if we did, things might be better…
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Chapter 2: Late and Spacey
No stranger to the occasional late day, Simon knew that his best chance was to wait for the bell. Once the halls were flooded with his peers (and he used the term loosely), he casually stepped over to his locker, looking back once to see if any of his morning teachers were around.
He turned to face forward and jumped slightly.
"I signed in for you in Study Hall," Morris said.
"Thanks," said Simon, trying not to smile. He opened his locker and made the obligatory book trade. Morris leaned against the lockers.
"So," Morris said, "After school. You. Me. Foozeball tournament. Sound good?"
Simon shrugged, not looking to his friend, still stifling his smile. "Yeah, sure, if you throw in a pizza hit beforehand."
"Expensive date," Morris said. Simon's face went whiter than usual, and his eyes darted to Morris. Simon looked around to make sure no one was in earshot. "What?" Morris said.
"That was stupid."
"Chill out, Simon." Morris's hand barely touched Simon's shoulder before the preacher's son, swept it away. Morris took a step back.
"I'm sorry, it's just... we... I don't want anyone to know about this."
"A public announcement isn't the first thing on my list either, but we won't need one if you keep getting all whacked out every time we're in the same place."
"You know who my dad is. I can't..."
"You know, unlike half this town, your Dad isn't the most important Camden in my book." Simon stood there, with nothing to say, and then the bell rang. "You'd better go. You're late enough," Morris said. He reached over and flipped Simon's collar down into place.
"Maybe we should..." Simon began. "We jsut have to act like we did before."
Morris nodded, clearly not agreeing, and turned to leave. He was a few steps down the already empty hall, when Simon called out to him.
"Morris, look I..."
"No, it's cool," Morris said without looking back. "I get it. Last week didn't happen." He kept on walking. Simon slammed his locker and started off the other way.
Heading into English, Simon noticed that quite a few students were missing from the class. Not a single Glee Club Member was there. In fact, all the truly annoying, holier than thou students were gone. That's odd, Simon thought, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. First my family and now this? I feel like I'm in a bad episode of The Twilight Zone.
"Nice of you to join us, Mr. Camden," Mr. McAdams, his teacher, said before turning back to the blackboard.
Simon blushed slightly when what was left of the class giggled. "I'm sorry. It's just been a . . . very unusual morning."
Mr. McAdams contented himself with an impatient sigh in response to Simon's skimpy excuse, and turned back to the chalkboard and began writing.
Simon felt himself begin to slowly space out-- he tapped his pencil quietly on his desk and shifted down more comfortably in his seat. From where he was, he could count the large amount of people missing. Where were they all, anyway? Against his will, the theme song to the Twilight Zone began to play in his head as he thought,
At least that annoying girl who usually sits next to me is gone. I don't think I could stand another question along the lines of "Are you going to be a preacher, too?" Maybe I could have told her I was becoming a Rabbi instead, given the nature of things lately.
"Simon! What is wrong with you today? First you come into class late, now you aren't answering my question! I don't want to have to repeat myself."
"Uhh, erm . . ." Simon stammered lamely, squirming under the dark glare of Mr. McAdams. I'm screwed . . .
Authors: Prince_Bacchus, Grace W., Danni-Ellie, Darius731
Authors' Note: As you can see, this fic is the work of many people. It's a running story where each person posts part of it and leaves it unfinished so that the next person can play along. The story is currently being worked on at televisionwithoutpity.com, so feel free to come on over and add your own piece.
Disclaimer: We don't own the characters or anything else (Brenda Hampton, et al do), but if we did, things might be better…
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Chapter 2: Late and Spacey
No stranger to the occasional late day, Simon knew that his best chance was to wait for the bell. Once the halls were flooded with his peers (and he used the term loosely), he casually stepped over to his locker, looking back once to see if any of his morning teachers were around.
He turned to face forward and jumped slightly.
"I signed in for you in Study Hall," Morris said.
"Thanks," said Simon, trying not to smile. He opened his locker and made the obligatory book trade. Morris leaned against the lockers.
"So," Morris said, "After school. You. Me. Foozeball tournament. Sound good?"
Simon shrugged, not looking to his friend, still stifling his smile. "Yeah, sure, if you throw in a pizza hit beforehand."
"Expensive date," Morris said. Simon's face went whiter than usual, and his eyes darted to Morris. Simon looked around to make sure no one was in earshot. "What?" Morris said.
"That was stupid."
"Chill out, Simon." Morris's hand barely touched Simon's shoulder before the preacher's son, swept it away. Morris took a step back.
"I'm sorry, it's just... we... I don't want anyone to know about this."
"A public announcement isn't the first thing on my list either, but we won't need one if you keep getting all whacked out every time we're in the same place."
"You know who my dad is. I can't..."
"You know, unlike half this town, your Dad isn't the most important Camden in my book." Simon stood there, with nothing to say, and then the bell rang. "You'd better go. You're late enough," Morris said. He reached over and flipped Simon's collar down into place.
"Maybe we should..." Simon began. "We jsut have to act like we did before."
Morris nodded, clearly not agreeing, and turned to leave. He was a few steps down the already empty hall, when Simon called out to him.
"Morris, look I..."
"No, it's cool," Morris said without looking back. "I get it. Last week didn't happen." He kept on walking. Simon slammed his locker and started off the other way.
Heading into English, Simon noticed that quite a few students were missing from the class. Not a single Glee Club Member was there. In fact, all the truly annoying, holier than thou students were gone. That's odd, Simon thought, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. First my family and now this? I feel like I'm in a bad episode of The Twilight Zone.
"Nice of you to join us, Mr. Camden," Mr. McAdams, his teacher, said before turning back to the blackboard.
Simon blushed slightly when what was left of the class giggled. "I'm sorry. It's just been a . . . very unusual morning."
Mr. McAdams contented himself with an impatient sigh in response to Simon's skimpy excuse, and turned back to the chalkboard and began writing.
Simon felt himself begin to slowly space out-- he tapped his pencil quietly on his desk and shifted down more comfortably in his seat. From where he was, he could count the large amount of people missing. Where were they all, anyway? Against his will, the theme song to the Twilight Zone began to play in his head as he thought,
At least that annoying girl who usually sits next to me is gone. I don't think I could stand another question along the lines of "Are you going to be a preacher, too?" Maybe I could have told her I was becoming a Rabbi instead, given the nature of things lately.
"Simon! What is wrong with you today? First you come into class late, now you aren't answering my question! I don't want to have to repeat myself."
"Uhh, erm . . ." Simon stammered lamely, squirming under the dark glare of Mr. McAdams. I'm screwed . . .