A cute fanfic about Daphne and Melvin from After School, and Okto production. One-shot. Pseudo-sibling fluff, and a hint of CelestexMelvin.
Daphne and Melvin go out on a little excursion one day after school, and Daphne discovers something that could possibly scar Melvin forever.
Enjoy!
“Omigosh.”
Melvin stopped in his tracks. Crap.
Usually when Daphne said ‘Omigosh’, it meant there was either an insanely cute object floating around somewhere, or an insanely implausible plotline.
“Melvin! Omigosh look! Super cool!”
Oh no. No, no, no. Please. Melvin started praying to every deity in the world that he could think of, but apparently they weren’t in the mood to help the poor boy out. Curse you random Hawaiian Tiki God.
It was them.
The diagrams.
Melvin spun on his heel and briskly walked away. At least he tried to before his little sister (he preferred that term instead of girl best friend, you know? He just thought it flowed better.) grabbed him by the arm and yanked him back.
Daphne dragged Melvin through the doors and into the massive throngs of nerds running around trying to get a good look at everything. That’s right, Daff had dragged him into a Mathematics and Sciences of the Ages convention. He didn’t know this had existed! If he did, it would have been sued and destroyed by yours truly already. Heck, he didn’t even know what this crud even meant.
They stopped in front of a huge board. Melvin had absolutely any of those circles and lines and dots meant…
“WHOA. It’s a diagram of the zone of proximal development!”
He blinked slowly at Daphne. This was the girl who couldn’t differentiate a head of lettuce from a new born whale and she just used the phrase, ‘Zone of Proximal Development’. What did that even mean?
She and Melvin had attracted a lot of unwanted attention. Nerds, he supposed, weren’t used to seeing Pretty Princess of Forever and Teenage Greek God walking around their land. He knew he was hot, but he drew the line at geeks trying to touch his (fabulous) hair.
“Daphne? Can we leave? Please?” Nerd at three o’ clock! Ew.
She quirked an eyebrow at him. “Melvin, are you gay?”
He screwed his eyes shut trying to suppress his frustration. Fluffy polka-dotted zebras. Polka. Dotted. Zebras.
“No, kid. I’m not gay. Which is why I don’t want these nerds-”, he managed to push two of said creatures away from him and Daphne, one of them probably trying to study her anatomy and his hair’s molecular structure or something, “touching me.”
Daphne’s eyes widened in understanding. “Oh… Is that why you were kissing Celeste in the bathroom on Monday too?” Oh dang. She knew.
“Yes? But shush Daffy. No one can know about that ok? Here, see? We can buy these two diagrams!”
Her jaw dropped like deadweight.
“GIMME DIAGRAMS!” He chuckled. She was too easy.
“Ok but promise not to tell ok? Great! Here you go; we can go buy them now.”
Daphne skipped off a few paces, before running back to him and pecking him on the cheek. “Thanks Melvin. This was really fun. Can we do it again sometime?”
He smiled. “Sure, sweetie,” He replied.
He watched as his little sister ran off and proceeded to inevitably confuse the cashier with a query of, “Do you think that coins and these purple papers live in harmony or are they at war? I think the coin is like Juliet because it’s shiny. The paper thingy can be… Rony… Rolieo… Whatever his name is! See? It’s a man-face!”
He sighed as he walked away with Daphne still conversing with cashier holding up the line of aspiring desk-dorks.
“I think if hamsters could talk they would have a British accent. But they would eat no pasta because that’s disrespectful.”
He could smell her grapefruit lip gloss on his cheek.
Gross.
