DRABBLY MEME
ok so i'm doing that character-drabble-meme that's going around; I started it in my LJ, but now I am going to post the finished ficlets HERE. Y'all can just deal. (And if you happen to want to play, feel free to stick up a comment. It's the 'omg pick one of my characters and give me a little prompt and I will write you a stoooory' meme.)
There will be icons later. Promise.
His name is Mark, and Lucy likes him well enough. He’s in her biology class and her gym class, and for a month they are lab partners. It’s during the bacteria unit, a lot of odd smells and careful sanitation and nervousness on Lucy’s part that they’re all going to get e. coli despite Mr. Hapner’s assurances that they were working with a non-virulent strain. That nervousness translates to her transferring herself into her lab table twice during the unit, and Mark doesn’t laugh at her or scold her for passing out. He has blonde hair and big ears and a slight overbite, and Lucy likes him well enough.
She’s not in love with him by any means, nor is he with her; people may call Lucy silly and weird, but she’s not silly or weird enough to fool herself into thinking either of them is in love. Nor is she silly or weird enough to think that they need to be, which in turn makes her think that she is in actual fact a lot less silly than most of the other girls. But then again, what does she know.
They’ve both stayed after dismissal to make up a gym class on the weight machines and treadmills of the student training center. Mark spends the half-hour free lifting half-heartedly, and Lucy does crunches on the mat because one of the girls in the locker room once told her she really ought to firm up her abdomen. They occasionally grin at each other from their solitary excersizes, two semi-misfits in a room full of semi-jocks.
Afterward, after they’ve both changed back into their normal clothes (Lucy is wearing a pair of jeans with a hole in the right knee and her panda t-shirt, which she has had since she was about ten and which makes her sort of glad that she doesn’t really have any chest to speak of, because otherwise it wouldn’t still fit, even stretched; Mark, she will always remember, has a blue button-up shirt on, a little formal and a little weird and a lot endearing,) they’re both waiting in the courtyard for the late bus. Mark comes over and talks to her. They sit on the concrete ledge chatting about bacteria, and how much gym sucks, and why do all the girls have a crush on that new student teacher when he never speaks, and how neither of them got invited to Anne-Marie’s party last week but they both heard about it. Things like that. And then he leans over, closer, just a little closer, smiling his overbitten smile and smelling as if he’s just made up a gym class, and he kisses her. It’s quick, and sweet, and maybe a little sloppy, and Lucy likes it well enough, and then the bus pulls up.
