Title: Serendipity
Author: Shiakuu Hitome
Genre: Edge of Seventeen
Rating: not quite sure how graphic this is going to be quite yet.
Pairing: Jonathan/Eric
Summary: Serendipity: the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for.
Warnings: For the prolouge? Fluff. Not sure where I'm going to take this, or if I'm just going to leave it as a one-shot.
Notes: Why isn't there any Edge of Seventeen fanfiction? It strikes me as very writable for angst lovers and fluff lovers... Which is why I'm writing, I suppose... Oh, and I realized about fifteen sentances in that the tone of this reminds me of Boy Meets Boy, except less funny, and less first-person-y. So maybe it isn't like Boy Meets Boy after all. Never mind.
A gloriously familiar face distinguishes itself from the mass of people aroud Eric. "Hey, stranger."
A tight embrace. An embrace that is friendly, promisses friendship, but is also just strong enough to reveal his hope. An embrace from Jonathan. Jonathan, who he had felt that connection with all those weekends ago, just before his old life was shot to hell.
What a way to start his new one.
Jonathan releases him, but stays well within touching distance, should either of them feel the inclination.
Eric is stunned. He thought he had lost that breif chance when he went chasing after Maggie. "Oh my god," he sighs. "Hi."
"You look great." And he does look great, with this gorgeous guy telling him he does. But the song was dedicated to him, so he feels he should at least pretend he's paying some modicum of attention to Angie, rather than the Adonis with bleached hair next to him.
A lost cause. He decides starring at his potential someone is a much higher priority then looking at his friend singing.
Jonathan leans forward, and his warm breath just ghosts over Eric's lips. It's far more intimate then a kiss to Eric. A kiss in public is something you do with someone who you want to end up in bed or in a car with by the end of the evening, but never remember their name again. Just like their first and only kiss, it's almost chaste, and promisses more when the contact would matter more.
Eric is touched. He wants to kiss Jonathan for the consideration and honesty and emotion welling up inside of him, but he knows that the next time his lips touch Jonathan's they will be alone and it will matter.
Since kissing is forbidden by unspoken agreement, Eric relishes every contact between himself and Jonathan. The press of Jonathan's right thigh against his side, the hand resting gently at the small of his back. He nearly cries when the hand moves to applaud Angie's verbrato finale. The cry is internal though, and the look on his face betrays nothing but happiness. He doubts the upset was even there, so happy in the present he is.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees that smiling face cheering and applauding, and his smile grows as well.