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Current location: | The Great White North |
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Current music: | James Taylor, "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" |
Entry tags: | -[luke/noah]-, fanfic, fanfic: [atwt], fanfic: first sentence challenge, » by: willwork4dean |
"Icing" (First Sentence Challenge Fic)
Original poster: willwork4dean
What It Is: My very first ever Nuke fanfic!
Title “Icing” Parts 1 and 2 (First Sentence Challenge series)
Prompt “Hi, there. Need help with your stick?”
Author: WillWork4Dean
Fandom: ATWT
Characters: AU Noah + Luke + Assorted Snyders & friends
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em. Don’t make no money.
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Welcome to my first ever Nuke fanfic! This is in response to the First Sentence Challenge over at the Luke_Noah LJ Community. Prompt provided by bellaroma101. I decided to repost at my LJ because I need to fix some mistakes and I couldn't do that in a reply. (Grrrr!) This story is AU for how the boys met.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with this fandom, hie thee over to YouTube and search on “Luke Noah Story Part 1.” Prepare to have your soul sucked out, along with the next 48 hours of your life, ‘cause these boys are addictive.
Note: Luke and Noah are daytime’s first out and proud gay couple. If you have issues with that, I can’t help you.
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“Icing” – Part 1
“Hi, there. Need help with your stick?”
Noah looked up in annoyance. A guy his own age stood before him. A good-looking guy. His dirty-blonde hair was stuffed under a stocking cap that looked hand-knit. He wore a matching scarf and mittens, and was dressed in jeans and a striped sweater under a quilted vest. Despite the freezing temperature, he looked comfortable, his cheeks flushed with exertion rather than cold. He balanced perfectly on the blades of his skates, leaning on his own hockey stick with ease.
Noah realized he was staring. Stop that, he told himself. Don't look at other guys like that. He looked down at his stick instead.
"It helps if you keep it on the ice."
"I know that." Noah glared at him.
The guy didn't take offense. Instead, he skated easily backward, keeping his eyes on Noah. "I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new in town?"
Noah straightened, trying desperately to keep his balance. "Yeah, I just started at the university. Mid-semester," he explained with chagrin. "I'm a transfer student." No need to get into the whole Northwestern fiasco, he decided.
"Cool. I go there, too. Maybe I'll see you in class." The guy skated in a backwards circle around Noah. "What's your major?"
"Film Studies." Noah prayed for balance as he tried to follow the guy's movements with his eyes. He didn't dare turn his body for fear of falling on his ass again. Bad enough the little girls putting on their skates earlier had giggled at him.
"I'm in creative writing. What a couple of geeks, huh?" With a twitch of his hips, the guy switched to skating forwards. "I take it you've never played hockey before."
"Not on ice." Noah gritted his teeth.
"You'll get the hang of it." The guy skated straight at Noah, who tried not to flinch. At the last minute, he stopped short, spraying Noah with ice dust. He nodded at the puck. "Go on, give it a shot."
Noah felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as he addressed the puck. Maybe it was like golf, he reasoned. He raised the stick to swing at the puck--and found himself lying on his back, staring up at the falling snow.
The other guy bent over him, dark eyes concerned. "Are you okay?"
Noah stared up at him and tried not to notice how intense his eyes were, how delicate his lips. He tried to believe the dizziness he felt came from cracking his head on the ice.
"I think my pride is broken," he said.
The guy grinned (Noah tried not to notice how his smile lit up his face) and held out a mittened hand. "I'm Luke Snyder," he said. "Welcome to Oakdale."
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Part 2
Noah was pretty sure he was getting the hang of this. He was naturally athletic, despite the fact that he preferred watching old movies, and he possessed a competitive streak that would have made the Colonel proud, if the Colonel hadn’t already disowned him. The thought brought a pang of pain with a generous side helping of guilt, but Noah shoved it aside. This was his new life, and he was determined not to dwell on the past. Besides, the puck was coming right at him.
He batted it back, sending it far across the ice. Somehow, he had found himself playing goalie in a pick-up game. Noah had chosen the pond because it was isolated, but Luke seemed to have an endless supply of friends and relatives who kept showing up. Apparently, the pond was on their property. Noah tensed, expecting a reprimand, but no one seemed to care that he'd trespassed.
The group split up into teams and positioned him in front of the net, reassuring him that the goalie barely had to skate at all. So far, he’d done a decent job. The little girls, who had turned out to be Luke’s younger sisters, cheered him on from the sidelines, despite the fact that they both skated far better than he did. The older girl, Faith, wielded a pretty mean stick herself, Luke had explained, but she wasn’t allowed to play when the big boys hit the ice.
Noah blushed. Luke had looked right at him when he said “big boys,” and his eyes had sparkled with mischief. Noah had the distinct impression he was in deep water and sinking fast. Don’t go there, he told himself. That’s how everything fell apart at home.
On the other hand, he mused, this was his new life. The Colonel had made it crystal clear that Noah was no longer welcome at home, and Noah doubted he’d make the trip to Illinois just to yell at him some more. For the first time in his life, Noah realized, he had no one looking over his shoulder. So what if he took some risks? So what if he tried something new?
He felt his entire body relax at the thought. The stiffness left his shoulders, and the tightness in his chest eased. Despite the cold, he felt warm all over. Maybe, just maybe, his new life would turn out okay after all.
That’s when the puck hit him in the face.
To be continued…