शेर खान (taigar) wrote in fableless, @ 2017-03-24 19:32:00 |
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Samar was a motherfucking genius. French class had been all but a bore, Woodsbridge was a bore, and what better way to leave town? Especially when he had powers that let him solve both problems in an instant. He had ideas, from quick In-N-Out pitstops to “marathons” to San Francisco to sneaking in a beach outing, and he needed people to keep him company. After all, where was the fun in using one’s power to play hooky if you had nobody to play with? So of course, on a particular day when he had little desire to attend English class and engage in a riveting discussion about Othello, he’d swung by Mat’s locker. Mat seemed like he’d be up for not-discussing-Othello. “Yo,” Samar rapped on Mat’s open locker door, such that his face would be the first thing Mat would see when he looked up. “I just figured something out, and you’re going to help a brother out.” The witch, who had been double checking what was left of his sleeping potion stock since Karen in second period was willing to buy him out just so she wouldn’t have to take her physics tests, gave Samar a more-curious-than-skeptical look. “Tell me it gets me out of discussing Desdemona just lying there while her husband smothers her to death, and I’ll consider it.” “It gets you out of discussing whatsherface, and possibly chemistry,” Samar raised his eyebrows, waiting to see if Mat could refuse that. “I mean, if you didn’t have to go to school today, what would you be doing?” “And chem?” Mat shut his locker door and leaned against it, grinning. He slanted a playful look at his friend. “You always were a sweet talker, Samar. If I wasn’t here, I’d probably have hitched a ride out of town and gone to a movie or something. What did you have in mind? Because you know it doesn’t take much to convince me. I’d follow you to the ends of the earth, darling.” “Try refusing that,” Samar grinned ear-to-ear. “Well, if you want to go see a movie, we can do that. And grab food along the way. And luckily, I know a fantastic way to hitch a ride out of town.” The witch pushed away from his locker. “You know I can’t refuse you when you talk to me like that.” He was grinning, all thoughts of Shakespeare and chemistry already pushed from his mind. He’d sweet talk the instructors later, get make up assignments; the great thing about Woodsbridge was that the teachers had to be significantly more understanding considering the things their charges were going through. Puberty to the power of infinity was a bitch to deal with. One arm wrapped itself across Samar’s shoulders, backpack slung over his own. “Are you going to give me a piggyback ride?” “Told you you couldn’t refuse.” Samar gave Mat a good clap on the back as they walked toward the exit. As soon as the two boys were safely out of earshot from the nearest eavesdropper, Samar finally answered, “Yes, I can give you a piggyback ride, but if you prefer the Peter Pan method, you can latch on to me. Pick your poison.” Maybe now was a terrible time to mention that he’d only ever tried this out with his family members, but he hoped Mat wouldn’t be deterred by the idea of being a guinea pig. “Then we’ll skip town, get lunch, watch a movie, and make it back here in time for your last period class. How’s that for not attending English class?” The moment they stepped outside, the chattering started; he’d never noticed how many animals were around at any given time before his secondary powers came in, and now that they knew he understood, they never shut up. A bird - or was it the ladybug that had perched itself on his ear? - nattered on about being hungry and Mat had to try his best to ignore it. “I believe I can fly~” Mat crooned, making his decision without a second thought. New as their powers might be, that didn’t stop him from recklessly helping people try them out. Especially if it gave him an excuse to pretend to be Peter Pan or Tinkerbell. “You spoil me. Remind me why you won’t date me?” “Serenading me with R. Kelly generally isn’t the best way to do that,” Samar smirked. That, and his tendency to play hard-to-get. “Alright, piggyback time,” he rolled his eyes, bending over just slightly to give Mat enough room to latch on, which he took, hopping up and looping his arms around Samar’s neck. “You know,” he said conversationally, not bothering to lower his voice despite his lips ghosting over his friend’s ear. “I’m going to get the dj to play that song at prom, and you’re going to dance with me to it.” “Any song but that,” Samar groaned, shaking his head. “Alright,” he began, knowing he was already setting himself up for a that’s what she said joke. “Hold tight. This one’s a doozy.” And with that, he sped off. |