Fitting in With the Boys (The History Boys Fanfiction)

Act I Scene V

|If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too:

If you can wait and not be tired of waiting.

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or hated don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;|

~I'm wild again

Beguiled gain

A simpering whimpering child again

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered

Am I~

The sad, sorrowful tone spewed out from between Posner's lips was captivating. To some that is. The others well, they were all falling asleep.

~Couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep

When love came to me and told me I shouldn't sleep

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered

Am I~

And to those few who were not trying to fall asleep were looking at each other in confusion. Posner doesn't usually do these types of songs. Most of the times they were fast upbeat songs that annoyed the hell out of everyone. Though they did have Irwin beforehand, so maybe the walking just tired everyone out.

Well, that's what some of them thought.

!Lost my heart but what of it?

He is cold, I agree

He can laugh, but I love it

Although the laughs on me~

'Posner come on, why such a slow song?' Most of the class thought, apart from Wendy and Scripps who were waiting for the big, but subtle, punch line.

~I'll sing to him

Each spring to him

And worship the trousers that cling to him~

Timms and Wendy exchanged looks, and they both, along with Scripps, flashed a wicked smirk towards Dakin. Dakin, seeing the looks, glanced at Posner. Posner gazes at him with such an intense look of puppy love that Dakin rolled his eyes and decided to punch the closest person next to him, which was Wendy. Rubbing her arm, she pouted and looked towards Timms for an offer of help. Timms just put his arms up and leaned away from the pouting girl.

'Jerk' Wendy thought.

~Bewitched, bothered and bewildered

Am I~

As the last strings of the song hung in the air Hector was startled out of his light nap.

"Well done, Posner." Hector said. Clapping he gestures Posner and Scripps to return to their seats when they did he continued on, "And now for some poetry of a more traditional sort."

A loud exclamation of "Oh, God!" and a smash sounded throughout the classroom. It was Timms.

"Er, Timms, w-w-what is this?" stuttering Hector tries to understand why Timms slammed his head against his desk.

" Sir, I don't always understand poetry." Timms whined. Wendy shook her head,

"Of course you don't Timms. How could you understand, when it has never happened to you. I mean when have you felt love so deep that you think you fill an ocean with it or that your love burns you so, that it's like loving the sun painful and bright. So how can you understand it when your personal poetry hasn't happened yet?"