Dead Poets Society one shots and preferences

§ Gerard Pitts § : Confession part 1

Several days had passed since the vibrant chaos of Chris Noel's party, and Welton Academy resumed its routine. In the dimly lit dorm room shared by Steven Meeks and Gerard Pitts, the atmosphere was one of subdued tranquility. Pitts, feigning engagement with a math assignment he wasn't really doing, broke the silence.

"So, Meeks, spill it. What happened with the girl from the party? Did you two hit it off?" Pitts inquired, his eyes flicking up from the untouched math homework.

Meeks, seated at his desk, sighed and shook his head. "Nope, she ghosted me. We were supposed to go to the movies, but she never showed up, never responded. I don't get it."

Charlie Dalton, lounging on his bed with a mischievous grin, interjected, "Movies are the classic move, Meeks. Girls love 'em. It's the perfect setting for, you know, a bit of romance."

Pitts, rolling his eyes, added, "Yeah, make-out central. But seriously, Meeks, don't let one girl get you down. There are plenty more out there."

Meeks, feeling a twinge of disappointment, mumbled, "I thought she was different. She seemed nice, interested in what I had to say."

Pitts, noticing the rejection etched on Meeks' face, softened his tone. "Hey, don't let it bother you too much. Girls can be unpredictable. It's their loss, really."

Trying to lighten the mood, Pitts continued, "Besides, you know Dalton's theories about movies and romance. Maybe he's onto something. You'll find someone who appreciates your genius and enjoys a good movie, make-out potential aside."

Dalton, always the optimist, chimed in, "Exactly! You just need to find the right girl. Someone who appreciates your brilliance, Meeks."

Meeks managed a small smile, appreciating the attempt at cheering him up. As Pitts looked at Meeks, he realized the depth of his feelings for his roommate, emotions that had quietly grown over the course of their shared adventures and late-night conversations.

Pitts, suddenly awkward, tried to lighten the mood with a teasing grin. "You know, Meeks, forget about that girl. You're too good for her anyway. I mean, who needs love when you have gadgets and equations, right?"

Unexpectedly, Pitts' words took an unintended turn. His dismissiveness turned into a moment of vulnerability as he caught Meeks' eyes. "But, uh, speaking of love, I think there's something I need to tell you."

Meeks, curiosity etching his features, raised an eyebrow. "What's that, Pitts?"

Pitts hesitated for a moment, then blurted out, "I love you, Meeks. Not just as a friend, but, like, really love you."

The dorm room fell into a stunned silence. Meeks, processing the unexpected confession, looked at Pitts with wide eyes. Dalton, sensing the gravity of the moment, wisely chose to keep quiet for once.

Pitts, now fully realizing what he had admitted, stammered, "I-I didn't mean to say that out loud. Forget I said anything. It's just... you deserve to know."

Meeks, still processing the revelation, managed a small smile. "Well, that's unexpected."

Dalton, unable to contain himself, burst into laughter. "Well, that's an understatement!"

Pitts, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, tried to salvage the situation. "Look, forget I said anything. Let's just go grab some food or something, alright?"

The trio, carrying the weight of unspoken feelings, left the dorm room in an uneasy but oddly familiar camaraderie. In the hallways of Welton Academy, where words were often inadequate, the uncharted territory of Meeks and Pitts' relationship unfolded, promising both uncertainty and the potential for something more profound than equations and gadgets could ever explain.