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Also, I do not own Spring Awakening.
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Moritz's hair stuck up in a way that almost certainly violated the strict dress code, and his clothes looked slept-in. He managed to get to class before the bell, but only barely. He slid into his desk a moment before the teacher, Mr. Rektor, started his lecture. Melchior Gabor sat in the seat beside Moritz, as he did in every other class the boys shared.
When Mr. Rektor turned his back, Moritz leaned across the aisle and whispered, "Did you do your bio homework?"
"Yeah." Melchior answered swiftly, still focused on his notes.
"Can I see it?"
Melchior looked up. "Again?" He didn't sound annoyed, just disappointed. As if he expected better of Moritz. Still, he slid his work over to his friend.
"I'm sorry, Melchi. I wouldn't ask, but...I haven't been sleeping lately. I've been having these, these horrific dreams. " At Melchior's look he went on. "Legs in sky-blue stockings…" He drifted off, leaving what the legs were doing to Melchior's imagination.
After a moment Melchior replied."Oh. That kind of dream."
Moritz's mouth hung open in shock."You know?"
"Of course."
"Have you…had any?"
"Yes. And so has almost every guy in our grade." His answered honestly; voice completely devoid of the shame Moritz would have felt answering the same question.
"How would you know that?"
"They talk about it." Melchior said as if it were obvious.
"I would never dream of asking anyone."
"You asked me." Melchior pointed out, smirking.
"Yes. Well, still." Moritz paused then, and pulled out his notebook. After he had found his pen, he turned toward Melchior again. "You're telling me everyone has?" He asked, voice colored with disbelief.
"Yes." Melchior said, then corrected himself, "All of the boys anyway."
"And the girls?" Moritz waited anxiously for a response.
"Mr. Stiefel?" Mr. Rektor's sharp voice rang out.
"Y-Yes?" Moritz answered, a little too loudly.
"What is the answer?" He used the same condescending tone all the teachers used when speaking to Moritz.
Moritz looked at the board, hoping for a hint, but it was bare. After a moment he choked out "I don't know." Remembering himself, Moritz added a late "Sir."
"With the grades you have, it would do you well to pay attention in my class."
"Yes, sir."
"Now, can anyone else tell me the answer?" He fixed his attention on another student."Ms. Wheelan?"
Moritz sat through the rest of the class in silence. When the bell finally rung, he gathered his books and walked out with Melchior. Moritz turned to him."Melchi, I need to know. I'm desperate."
He tried to reassure Moritz. "I'll tell you, after school."
"No! I mean, I don't think I could stand you actually telling me." He thought for a moment. "Could you maybe write it down?"
"Yes. But be warned," he intoned, "It made an ATHEIST out of me." Last year, when they'd all been forced in to mandatory health classes, parent protested. They sent strongly worded letters that over used the term "Godless heathen".
Moritz smiled for the first time today. "Goodbye, Melchi."
Melchior called, walking down the hallway."Alright, I'll see you later!" As he walked around the corner, a figure raced passed him, barely avoiding running him over. A moment later, Melchior heard a loud thud, and turned around. A girl sat on the floor, all her books and notes scattered around her.
Georg stood over her, looking nervous."I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He paused and bent down to help her for a moment, before standing again. " I have to get to class!" he said, trying to sound vaguely apologetic.
"It's fine." Wendla said, too late. Georg had already started off. Melchior walked over and knelt down next to her. "Hi."
She looked up, surprised."Oh. Hello." Melchior began to gather the loose papers that had fallen from her binder. "Thanks."
"No problem." He couldn't help but notice how her skirt was gathered up, revealing almost her entire leg.
"Where was he off to, so fast?" Wendla looked down at her books as she spoke, as if she were too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.
"He has music this period. With Ms. G." He explained.
"Oh." She sounded shocked, but a knowing smile soon spread across her face.
"I don't seem to see you much anymore." He noted, standing up.
" I know." Melchior offered her a hand, and helped her to her feet. "I wish we could still play like we used to. But," she lowered her voice, "My mother doesn't trust me alone with boys anymore." She kept her hand in his.
"Have you given her a reason?" He asked, equally conspiratorial.
She shot him a wicked grin. "Not yet."
"There you go." He said, handing her the last of her books.
"Thank you."
Before he could lose his nerve Melchior asked, "What's your next class?"
"Geometry." She answered with another smile.
"I'm in the same hall. I'll walk you."
And she let him.
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Thanks for reading, please review!
(Writing this has made me realize I'm a lot better at writing Melchior and Wendla scenes than Melchior and Moritz scenes. Maybe it's because I am not, nor will I ever be a teenage boy. Overall, I think this scene fell a little flat. I may go back and try to rewrite it later. I just wanted to post something before I take my brief hiatus. This and my other story won't be updated until July 3.)