Anderperry one shots

Lines (im feeling some...slow burn so this might be a long chapter)

I finally managed to escape that hellish introduction to yet another school where I don't know anyone, when I am suddenly approached by a brunette boy whom I recognised as the boy who held one of the banners « Hi, i'm Neil Perry, I hear we're gonna be roommates » he says, and I go to shake his hand, as my father told me to do when I met someone « Todd Anderson » I suddenly felt like... his hands fit well in mine? NO! NO, TODD. THESE ARE THINGS YOUR FATHER WOULD KICK YOU OUT OF THE HOUSE FOR! we parted hands, and we parted ways « Neil, Neil, Neil! » many people shouted in the crowded halls of my new school. as I finally reached my new, somewhat comforting dorm, my mood was changed by a boy, insulting me, to Neil! god, maybe I won't like this new school, like my dad said.

Class 1: English with Mr. Keating
Class 2: Latin with Mr. McAllister
that was all Todd read in his timetable, before he was met with a hard slap on the back « ready for english with Mr. Newteacher? » Neil laughed « no, not really.. he said, before Neil ran away, addressing one of his friends, Steven, or, Meeks, as the group called him. « Todd! » Neil cried out, as the new teacher, the best teacher he had met so far at Welton, introduced that they would be doing a partner project, making poems about things you love. « so..... I know you're good at writing poetry because i've seen all your Walt Whitman and Sylvia Plath poetry collections in our room! » god, really? Todd knew he never should've brang those to Welton, everyone would assume he's either depressed or a poet. nobody would guess that it was both... « hah, yeah.. I don't like to read it aloud, but i'd say it's not that bad.. » « can I hear some? »

this was a question that hurt Todd, both mentally and physically "it doesn't have to be memorised, just, maybe try freestyling it?" fine, he decided to try to write a poem, just because Neil had taken a lot of effort into immersing Todd into his friend group « fine, only because you're the only person who cares about me in the whole of Welton » why did he say that.... now it sounds like he's...gay.. « ok.... let me think....
as new years go by,
I don't get older,
I don't get a high
I learn to write,
from friends, girls
being my life's highlight
and wishing I had a life
but,
it isn't true,
no,
it makes me feel, only, blue
it makes me feel only blue...
one thing I didn't learn
to write of, although I love it so
was you.
« please don't ask who it's about, because I seriously don't know. »
« Todd! how the f-ck do you do that! it's so good! we should write that down!! » really? Todd thought. really, someone cares about his talent, cares about who he is and cares about more than him compared to his brother. he knew who the poem was about now... « no, no, I bet you could do so much better! » he said, knowing he was probably the best poet in the school in Neil's eyes « no... the best I can do is the cat sat on the mat...while trying to rap about tree sap » they both laughed, which made Todd's heart flutter, but it shouldn't have...
(they end up writing the poem down!!!)

« Todd! Todd! I've found it! »
« Found what? »
« What I want to do! »
He held out the script for a play called « A Midsummer Night's Dream » he knew it was by Shakespeare, but that was the most he knew about it.
« i'm gonna act! »
that was why Todd lov-... thought of Neil as his best friend. he was so enthusiastic, on so much! like, the Dead Poets Society and getting Todd to join, that poetry lesson in class.... and now this play, despite all his setbacks like his father, Neil doesn't care.. Todd wished he could be like that..

long awaited Neil POV
Neil decided.. if he got the part, he would need someone to practice with.... and Todd was convenient, since he was Neil's roommate and best friend. Neil knew he was just making up excuses to talk to Todd like « can I hear some of your poetry? » only, now, he had a much better excuse..
« I got it! Hey, everybody, I got the part! » Neil yelled from the halls, bringing a smile onto everyone's face. Todd quickly hid a poem he'd written, but not quick enough...
« What's that? » Neil said
« oh, just a poem I was writing. it's not very good.. »
« oh, nonsense! every poem you write is amazing Todd! let me hear it, pleaseeeeee! »
Todd always caved in to everything Neil said, and he knew he couldn't let that happen this time..
« no... i'm sorry Neil, this one is private.. »
« like hell it is! » Neil said, while snatching the poem out of Todd's hands
« give that back! » Todd cried
« no! »
Neil started to read
for once, i'm the poem,
not the poet
« ooh!! Todd..! »
someone wants to write
me!
oh, how lovely
i desire
to devour the chocolate
that is his eyes

Todd hurt more with every word, and he just wanted to curl up and cry when Neil said « his »
« Todd, can you tell me who this is about, pretty please? with a cherry on top? »
panicked, Todd said
« oh.. I misspelled her... whoops! it's about my old girlfriend, from Balincrest. »
jealously was trapped in the air of the room..
« oh... can you help me practise my lines? »
was this a question anyone would say no to, when it was asked by Neil Perry?
"how now, spirit! whither wander you?"

(dont bother to read this, it's just random shakespeare)
« Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire.
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see,
Those be rubies, fairy favors;
In those freckles live their savors.
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone.
Our Queen and all her elves come here anon. »

« Todd..? can I tell you something? »
« yes, sure Neil »

now or never...

« I love you.
I love the way you read my lines
and the way you read my mind
I love how shy you are
I love how sly you are
I love how you are always
sticking your nose into a book
I love how you seem to sneak a look
when you think I don't notice
if you think there's one person who would
be the poet
of your poem
it's me. »

this was astonishing. to charlie, who overheard it, to Todd, who loved Neil back but couldn't fully exercise it in words, and just sat there as a speechless tomato, to Neil, who didn't think this day would come.
a kiss was all Todd could do to show Neil that he loved him back. he didn't say anything, just placed his hands on Neil's cheek, cupping them as they fit perfectly into his frail hands « I never thought i'd say this. I love you. » Todd admitted, after the kiss...
« don't worry. I didn't think that poem would ever see the light of day! » they both laughed
« OH.. MY... GOSH! » Charlie 'the matchmaker' Dalton was more excited than Todd and Neil!

I can't believe this,
1275 words!!!!