Killing Time [radiohead fanfiction]

Twelve: Blondie

      Since Ed and Thom had yet to return from home, we decided not to do anything too eventful. Weighing our options carefully, Jonny and I found that watching a movie served as a productive distraction from our ever-growing piles of homework.

Mr. Beaumont had quite the selection of films, most of which were black-and-white French art films that lacked dialogue and focused more on aesthetics. (He was a rather eccentric movie enthusiast) We skimmed through his collection for far too long before I found one I not only recognized but was also quite fond of.
"What's Logan's Run?" Jonny had asked the second I pulled the VHS out, admiring the casing.
"It's a dystopian film, quite interesting." I hummed absentmindedly, not noticing Jonny's apparent confusion.

"Dystopian?" He asked, following me as I approached the small TV that sat crooked on Mr. Beaumont's desk.
"It's like, a fucked up idea of the future. The opposite of utopia, essentially. In this one, you live life with zero responsibilities but at the expense of being killed at age thirty." I explain, watching his brown eyes widen slightly before returning to their normal state of curiosity.
"Sounds brilliant!" He chirps sarcastically, taking the tape from my hands as he examines it. I busy myself with pushing an extra chair behind Beaumont's desk as the other figures out how to start the movie. A task apparently very difficult.

Jonny cocks his head to the side, squinting at the static-covered TV screen.
"Mr. Beaumont, I don't think it's working." He proclaims, clicking mindlessly at the buttons both on the remote and the TV itself. I watch him with interest, stifling a laugh as he struggles. Jonny runs a hand through his messy hair, his frustration with the TV growing rapidly.
"Maybe if you were a little patient, it would've worked by now." I joke, pushing myself out of my seat to see if I can assist him.

"Fine. If you're so sure, then you can try it." He responds sassily, handing me the remote. Without a beat, I eject the tape, blow a bit of dust off it, and push it back into the slot. As we wait for the tape to begin, Jonny gives me a smug smile but is quickly humbled as the static dissolves and the movie begins to play.
"Is there any chance you've read The Tortoise and the Hare?" I question endearingly, chewing on the inside of my cheek to suppress a laugh. He eyes me for a moment before laughing.
"Oh shut up."

     My choice of movie proved to be quite good, considering our teacher decided to take a break from updating grades to enjoy the movie with us. Just as we all settle in, the door flies open and Colin appears, notably disheveled. He looks at both Jonny and me, chest rising and falling as if he'd just run a marathon.

"MJ. You need to come here, now." He demands sloppily, his sentence was hard to understand between large gasps of air.
"Why? What happened??" I question fearfully, sitting up and running over to Colin. Jonny follows, his chair squeaking sickeningly loud as it slides against the linoleum. I notice that Mr. Beaumont pays no mind to Colin's sudden appearance and keeps his eyes glued to the small TV screen.
"You'll see when we get there," Colin explains haphazardly, glancing at Mr. Beaumont to make sure he can't hear. Without warning, the older suddenly takes off, leading Jonny and me down the hallway hastily.

"Je ne le mets pas en pause!" Our teacher calls out as we rush after Colin, seemingly not finding any urgency in the situation.

     For some reason, we head directly to my room, though I'm not in the correct headspace to really question it. Colin scampers up the staircase grabbing at the doorknob with such urgency, that I fear I'm about to find a dead body lying across my floor. The door, which is locked from the inside frustrates Colin and he begins to pound his fist against it.
"It's us for crying out loud! Let us in!" He wails, his calm not dropping until we've all made it inside with the door locked behind us.