Title: Murderous Shorts : Part Nine : Lundi à Vendredi
Author: Dr FooFoo
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: yaoi
Feedback: Review or e-mail
Notes: Poor Justin...
»«»«
Your brain needs some assistance
But I'll still take all the blame
Cause you and me
Are one and the same
And it's driving me mad
- Escape [Muse]
»«»«
Justin was just about to scribble a name on the top of the letter he was writing on a piece of paper discreetly (or so he thought) placed on top of his philosophy notebook, when Mr. Chiche's hand landed on it and nearly made Justin squeak in surprise.
"Mr. Pendleton..." Mr. Chiche said, picking up the piece of paper. Justin swallowed hard and silently prayed his teacher didn't read it. Unfortunately, the gods were not on Justin's side, as Mr. Chiche took the paper to the front of the class. "I hope you all learn from this and never write notes in my class," he said gruffly, then opened the letter and began to read out loud.
"I'll love you from Monday to Friday, and Saturday and Sunday too, if you want. I love everything about you, and I want everything about you. You're beautiful, but I don't understand you. You're amazing, but amazingly illogical. I want to love you and I want you to love me. Come, let us love one another in secret; no one had to know. I want you to make me yours. I want you to do all those things I love. The way you look at me. The way I look back... You wear your mask and I'll wear mine. Then, in the heat of embrace, we will reveal our true selves and come together as one."
Everyone was completely silent when Mr. Chiche finished reading. Lisa looked over at Justin, who was beet-red and staring at his desk, hiding behind his bangs.
"Justin..." the teacher cleared his throat and someone nervously kicked a leg of their desk, which made everyone jump.
"It..." Justin stammered. He hated lying and tried to avoid it usually, but he figured now was a very good time. "It's for English..."
Mr. Chiche hesitated for a few moments, then slowly walked back to Justin's desk. "Well, Justin, I encourage you to continue writing, but not in my class, alright?"
Justin nodded quickly and mumbled, "I'm sorry..."
Mr. Chiche hesitated again, then dropped the scribbled paper onto Justin's desk and walked back to the front of the classroom. Justin ducked his head to avoid any lingering glances from fellow students and shoved the embarrassing poem under his philosophy textbook.
Mr. Chiche started talking again and the attention of the class turned from Justin to him. After a good, safe twenty minutes, Justin slowly turned his head to glance back at Richard. He didn't want to get in trouble again, but he had to see if the other boy had realized that the whole letter was directed entirely at him.
Justin didn't expect to make eye contact, but he did, because Richard was staring at him, pen end rolling around his tongue suggestively. Justin blushed heavily and turned back around quickly, biting his lip and staring down at his textbook.
It was the first love letter he'd ever written, but, despite what had happened, it wouldn't be the last.
Author: Dr FooFoo
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: yaoi
Feedback: Review or e-mail
Notes: Poor Justin...
»«»«
Your brain needs some assistance
But I'll still take all the blame
Cause you and me
Are one and the same
And it's driving me mad
- Escape [Muse]
»«»«
Justin was just about to scribble a name on the top of the letter he was writing on a piece of paper discreetly (or so he thought) placed on top of his philosophy notebook, when Mr. Chiche's hand landed on it and nearly made Justin squeak in surprise.
"Mr. Pendleton..." Mr. Chiche said, picking up the piece of paper. Justin swallowed hard and silently prayed his teacher didn't read it. Unfortunately, the gods were not on Justin's side, as Mr. Chiche took the paper to the front of the class. "I hope you all learn from this and never write notes in my class," he said gruffly, then opened the letter and began to read out loud.
"I'll love you from Monday to Friday, and Saturday and Sunday too, if you want. I love everything about you, and I want everything about you. You're beautiful, but I don't understand you. You're amazing, but amazingly illogical. I want to love you and I want you to love me. Come, let us love one another in secret; no one had to know. I want you to make me yours. I want you to do all those things I love. The way you look at me. The way I look back... You wear your mask and I'll wear mine. Then, in the heat of embrace, we will reveal our true selves and come together as one."
Everyone was completely silent when Mr. Chiche finished reading. Lisa looked over at Justin, who was beet-red and staring at his desk, hiding behind his bangs.
"Justin..." the teacher cleared his throat and someone nervously kicked a leg of their desk, which made everyone jump.
"It..." Justin stammered. He hated lying and tried to avoid it usually, but he figured now was a very good time. "It's for English..."
Mr. Chiche hesitated for a few moments, then slowly walked back to Justin's desk. "Well, Justin, I encourage you to continue writing, but not in my class, alright?"
Justin nodded quickly and mumbled, "I'm sorry..."
Mr. Chiche hesitated again, then dropped the scribbled paper onto Justin's desk and walked back to the front of the classroom. Justin ducked his head to avoid any lingering glances from fellow students and shoved the embarrassing poem under his philosophy textbook.
Mr. Chiche started talking again and the attention of the class turned from Justin to him. After a good, safe twenty minutes, Justin slowly turned his head to glance back at Richard. He didn't want to get in trouble again, but he had to see if the other boy had realized that the whole letter was directed entirely at him.
Justin didn't expect to make eye contact, but he did, because Richard was staring at him, pen end rolling around his tongue suggestively. Justin blushed heavily and turned back around quickly, biting his lip and staring down at his textbook.
It was the first love letter he'd ever written, but, despite what had happened, it wouldn't be the last.