Eyes Like Heaven
Scene One:
"I know you're mad about me." "Yeah. Sure. I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby." "Your sarcasm wounds me." Seamus clutched his heart. "Oh, give it a break, Finnegan." Dean rolled his eyes. "You don't love me." Seamus sniffed. "Nope. Not particularly." Dean said cheerfully. Seamus plonked down in a chair. "Fine. I'll give up for now. But I'll get you, Thomas, just see if I don't." "Yeah, Seamus, we'll see."
Scene Two:
"Seamus! What're you doing?!" "My bed was cold. You're warm." Seamus put his cold body cuddled right into Dean's warm one. "Now budge over you great lump." "Mph- Mi- N- Wha?" Sigh. "Fine. G'nite Shay." "Sweet dreams, Dean-Luv"
Outside the curtain
"And they thought they were hiding it?" A sleepy laugh from a hero and his best friend as they curled around each other in the next bed over.
Scene Three:
"Seamus, what're you doing?" Dean didn't look up from his sketch. "Uhm, nothing?" "Try again Wonder Boy." Dean raised an eyebrow at the sandy haired boy who was trying to edge out of the room, hands behind his back. "Uh, going to play Quidditch?" Seamus winced. That wasn't convincing to even him. "In those clothes?" Dean smirked. "You're going clubbing." Seamus' shoulders slumped. "I'm going clubbing." He perked up. "Wanna come? It'll be fun! And we can dance and drink and-" "Seamus, have you ever seen me dance?" Dean began to put away his pencils. "Nope, more the reason to drag you along with me!" Seamus was bouncing on the balls of his feet. "You'll not be dragging me anywhere, Finnegan. I'm coming of my own free will." Dean dusted himself off. "And I'm not wearing anything like you're wearing. And I want to be back before one AM, understood?" "Yes Deano." Needless to say, Dean wasn't back by one. Or two. At three o'clock, he finally made it back. Seamus was still partying.
Scene Four:
"Hey!" Seamus yelled. "Shay? It's not even midnight- you're early!" Dean didn't look up from predicting Harry's death for Divination. "A little help?" "Why- What the Hell?! Oh, my God, Seamus!" Dean put the fire out, and cradled Seamus in his arms. "Don't you ever do that again! Oh, Christ, Finnegan, I'm going to kill you in the morning! No more Butterbeer. Ever! Or Firewhiskey!" "I promise. No more getting drunk. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to set the curtains on fire..." Seamus mumbled. "Mam? Did I ever tell you about the guy I'm in love with? No? His name's Dean. Dean Thomas. Eyes like heaven and a voice to match. Gorgeous body. I love him, Mam. He don't love me though." "The next time you call me Ma, Finnegan, I'll pull your fingernails out with tweezers. God, boy, you alright? Seamus nodded, and his eyes suddenly bulged. "Dean-o?" "Yeah, Shay. It's me. And guess what, idiot?" "What?" Seamus looked strange- possibly because he just accidentally blurted out to Dean that he loved him- (even thought he thought Dean was his mother...) "I love you, Shay. Fool." "Deano?" "Shay?" "Kiss me?" "When you've brushed your teeth."
Scene One:
"I know you're mad about me." "Yeah. Sure. I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby." "Your sarcasm wounds me." Seamus clutched his heart. "Oh, give it a break, Finnegan." Dean rolled his eyes. "You don't love me." Seamus sniffed. "Nope. Not particularly." Dean said cheerfully. Seamus plonked down in a chair. "Fine. I'll give up for now. But I'll get you, Thomas, just see if I don't." "Yeah, Seamus, we'll see."
Scene Two:
"Seamus! What're you doing?!" "My bed was cold. You're warm." Seamus put his cold body cuddled right into Dean's warm one. "Now budge over you great lump." "Mph- Mi- N- Wha?" Sigh. "Fine. G'nite Shay." "Sweet dreams, Dean-Luv"
Outside the curtain
"And they thought they were hiding it?" A sleepy laugh from a hero and his best friend as they curled around each other in the next bed over.
Scene Three:
"Seamus, what're you doing?" Dean didn't look up from his sketch. "Uhm, nothing?" "Try again Wonder Boy." Dean raised an eyebrow at the sandy haired boy who was trying to edge out of the room, hands behind his back. "Uh, going to play Quidditch?" Seamus winced. That wasn't convincing to even him. "In those clothes?" Dean smirked. "You're going clubbing." Seamus' shoulders slumped. "I'm going clubbing." He perked up. "Wanna come? It'll be fun! And we can dance and drink and-" "Seamus, have you ever seen me dance?" Dean began to put away his pencils. "Nope, more the reason to drag you along with me!" Seamus was bouncing on the balls of his feet. "You'll not be dragging me anywhere, Finnegan. I'm coming of my own free will." Dean dusted himself off. "And I'm not wearing anything like you're wearing. And I want to be back before one AM, understood?" "Yes Deano." Needless to say, Dean wasn't back by one. Or two. At three o'clock, he finally made it back. Seamus was still partying.
Scene Four:
"Hey!" Seamus yelled. "Shay? It's not even midnight- you're early!" Dean didn't look up from predicting Harry's death for Divination. "A little help?" "Why- What the Hell?! Oh, my God, Seamus!" Dean put the fire out, and cradled Seamus in his arms. "Don't you ever do that again! Oh, Christ, Finnegan, I'm going to kill you in the morning! No more Butterbeer. Ever! Or Firewhiskey!" "I promise. No more getting drunk. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to set the curtains on fire..." Seamus mumbled. "Mam? Did I ever tell you about the guy I'm in love with? No? His name's Dean. Dean Thomas. Eyes like heaven and a voice to match. Gorgeous body. I love him, Mam. He don't love me though." "The next time you call me Ma, Finnegan, I'll pull your fingernails out with tweezers. God, boy, you alright? Seamus nodded, and his eyes suddenly bulged. "Dean-o?" "Yeah, Shay. It's me. And guess what, idiot?" "What?" Seamus looked strange- possibly because he just accidentally blurted out to Dean that he loved him- (even thought he thought Dean was his mother...) "I love you, Shay. Fool." "Deano?" "Shay?" "Kiss me?" "When you've brushed your teeth."