Chapter 2: Meeksy and Pittsy
AN: Vacation – I get bored. I also thought that Meeks and Pitts aren't really talked about in the movie nor in fanfiction……..I feel that they get a bit neglected at times. Inspired by the fact that Pitts and Meeks don't go all rebel-like like Neil, Knox, Charlie and Todd (sort–of).
For any over-achieving high school student an early bedtime is two in the morning. Due to some freak accident, the juniors at Welton Academy had little or close to no homework tonight. As a result, Meeks and Pitts were lying awake in their dorm room even though it was midnight. As Meeks played a piano concerto on an invisible piano while lying in bed, Pitts spoke up.
"Meeks" he said softly.
"Hm?" replied Meeks, taking his hands off the invisible piano and pretending to take a bow, while still lying in bed.
"Is it wrong to want to do what your parents want you to do?" he asked suddenly.
Meeks sat up,
"You ask that because?" asked Meeks quizzically.
"I don't know," mumbled Pitts as he turned over in bed and stared at the wall.
"Is this because Neil doesn't want to heal people, Knox doesn't want to argue in court and Charlie doesn't want to count money?" he pressed.
There was no reply from Pitts, only "Forget I said anything. Goodnight"
"Gerard Pitts. What is bothering you?" asked Meeks sternly.
Pitts just put his pillow on his face.
"Suffocating yourself isn't going to do any good Pittsy" commented Meeks, with a half smile on his face.
There was a muffled sound from under the pillow.
"Is this because you actually want to study molecular biology?" asked Meeks gently. "Are you worried that you won't be sucking all the marrow out of life if you and your parents both agree on your career choice?"
Pitts took the pillow off his face and clutched it to his chest. "A Dead Poet is a rebel" he said simply, with a trace of disappointment in his voice.
"Pitts, think about it. You are worried that you are turning into a conformist right? Well, if you conform to the practice of not doing what your parents wanting you to do, you will be a conformist." Explained Meeks. "So you have nothing to worry about."
"Meeks. I don't hate my parents like the rest of you." Continued Pitts as if he had not heard Meeks.
Meeks got up out of bed and padded to Pitts' bed. Kneeling by his bed, he said
"'Carpe Diem' means 'Seize the Day', not 'Rebel'. If you want to study molecular biology and you do that, the day will by seized by you." Meeks pointed to Pitts to emphasize his point. Meeks went back to his own bed and stated, "You have track training tomorrow morning. Don't forget"
Silence followed this last statement. Pitts, still clutching the pillow to his chest, smiled to himself and whispered, "the day will be seized by me".