- a quick but sorta long bit of notes... -
So I got this idea from my mom, but we don't need to tell her that. ^^;; Anyway, we were watching football, and she made the comment, "Hey, a lot can happen in eleven minutes." That immediately got me thinking: exactly how much could happen in eleven minutes? (more on this later)
This is actually an extended one-shot more than a mutli-chaptered fic, lol. Seriously; the chapters are short as hell, which is why the whole thing is posted at once. ^^ I actually sat down and sort of timed the dialogue for each chapter to see if it was about right for a minute – hopefully it'll all work out. ^^
On Honda… he's really emotional in this story, lol.
Great love to Hanachan, who helped me with some of the … ahem, laws of physics for 9:05. I needed it. ^^ And Otogi's line at the end of 9:09.
Otogi was sitting on the couch, just inches from Honda. Normally Honda would have been happy about that, would have taken a guilty pleasure from the nearness, but at that moment… it was torturous. That was the sort of thing that happened when one of your friends shot you down.
It had been a week – last weekend; the whole group had been at the theater, and Honda had mustered up all his courage and hit on Otogi, asked him if there was something he'd rather do than watch a movie. Otogi had floundered a bit before finally look at him and saying, "Honda… No." Not exactly what he had been expecting; there had always been so much sexual tension between them that he figured they might as well have been in bed together.
He had easily avoided Otogi at school, but it was the weekend; they were watching football at Jou's place. After the game everyone intended to at Yuugi's. Honda didn't know the plan after that. Honestly, he wanted to go home… and maybe wallow. He was pretty good at that.
But he was sitting beside Otogi, and he hated it. Wished he could hate Otogi.
"Touchdown!" Otogi shouted, tackling Jou. "We own your ass – you don't have a chance in hell! Give it up; let's just go over to Yuugi's house now."
"No way!" Jou protested, shoving Otogi off; his back hit Honda, and Otogi flashed him a devastatingly handsome grin.
"You agree with me, right? There's no way his team is coming back."
Honda shrugged. "You never know – I've seen teams pull a game out of their ass in the last two minutes," he said passively, as though there was nothing on his mind.
"Right!" Jou agreed triumphantly. "And we have eleven minutes! Count 'em: e-le-ven! That's five and a half games we could pull out of our ass!" Honda snickered. Jou never was entirely logical when he got competitive. Jou jumped off the couch, headed into the kitchen. "You guys want anything?"
"We'll be eating at Yuugi's house, you know that," Honda called out.
"And you're still gonna lose this game!" Otogi added.
"A lot can happen in eleven minutes," Jou argued, returning with a bag of chips. "I refuse to move from this spot again until every second of this game is over."
Otogi rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm not wasting my time. Honda and I are headed to Yuugi's house; we'll meet you there."
"We are?" Honda asked with a raised eyebrow. No, I don't want to be in a car alone with you, but thanks for asking.
"Yep," Otogi said, yanking him up by his arm and dragging him through living room. "See you in eleven minutes, loser!"
"Suck my dick," Jou responded amiably, stuffing some chips in his mouth. Otogi shook his head and dragged Honda out of the apartment.
"I can walk without your help," he protested, prying off Otogi's fingers. Otogi didn't answer, and they left the apartment building in silence.