Here is another submission for Newsies Forever's slash challenge. (Number two!)
So, I'd like to preface this with; the site I was using for my prompts started giving me repeat ones, and I didn't like that, so I decided to change to another one. This one seems to be more specific so they're a bit harder to write and I hope you bare with me. lol. This is harder than you may think. lol. Also, if the concept for this seems strange, the summer reading aspect made me decide to call upon my own summer reading experience this year; so it's not too farfetched. The hate of technology just fell in nicely. lol.
Disclaimer: YES! You have caught me! I own all the newsies, they are the wockets in my pockets and the zillow on my pillow. .
Okay, I'll shut up and move on now... hehe...
Prompt: Summer reading, hate of technology, swivel chairs
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"The online forum won't work!" Sean cried, smashing his hand on the computer desk, his palm open and fingers splayed out across his papers. He glared at the screen as Tony stuck his head through the partially opened doorway, his fingers clutching the frame for balance.
"What's your problem?" He asked, curiousness, not maliciousness laced within the sentence; knowing whatever was wrong with it, he would have to fix before his boyfriend tried throwing it out the window.
"The stupid online forum thing we have to do won't fucking work! It's not fair that we have to make stupid posts about the stupid summer reading books within the stupid time constraints she created; but now the damn thing won't even work!" he yelled, more at the monitor than the other teenager, "I hate technology!" A very true statement, indeed…
Sean's AP Senior English teacher had decided to monitor their progress through the reading list that year; ensuring zero procrastination, and because of that she got the idea for them to post prompt responses on an online forum she had created; and docking points if they were not in by the previously decided due date. Sean, however, found many qualms with this idea; not only because his "Nazi excuse for an English teacher" was hovering over them so hard over their summer vacation; but also through his advanced distaste for technology.
Now, he was not Amish or any extreme of the sort but hated the concept of the computer. He knew as soon as he got internet access he would be expected to begin socially networking and emailing people excessively, etc., and he hated when people expected things of him. The concept annoyed him to no end, almost as much as this project. This hate of technology, however, led him to where he was today; sitting at his boyfriend's computer cussing his way through the assignment to no end.
Tony left the room an hour ago, already bored with the blonde's antics and had only really come in to ensure the safety of his computer; not having the money to replace that one, "Alright, alright, calm down…" he stated and walked over, placing a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder.
"Calm down? Calm down! I'm going to get points docked because the stupid…thing won't load or whatever!" he stated, gesturing to the large red letters stating, "ONLY MEMBERS OF THIS BLOG MAY ADD POSTS".
"Alright, just cool it and move…" Tony stated and ushered the infuriated teenager out of the swivel chair.
"What are you going to do? It's not like it will suddenly work for you!" Sean stated, his arms crossed and watching his boyfriend's actions like a hawk.
"I know that, let's just email your teacher and explain what happened; then she can fix it and you can submit…alright, you spastic freak?" Tony stated, the name eliciting a glare from the latter, "You know this wouldn't be such an issue if you didn't procrastinate so bad…" he stated, but again was only responded with a harsher glare. Deciding to stop the lecturing before his boyfriend decided to throw him out the window he just gave up and changed the subject, "Now, what's your email password?" he asked, looking up at the other boy, his fingers hovering over the keys.
"Email password?" He raised his eyebrow, a look of utter confusion playing across his features.
Tony just rolled his eyes, deciding to go through his, seeming as Sean was being completely useless, "Moron…" he said under his breath, eliciting a playful slap on the arm from the other party.
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