giddy seizures - falsettos oneshots

candid + highschool!whizzvin

Author's Note
cliché au in which whizzer and marvin are in a photography class together and happen to be paired for a partner assignment

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Marvin, productivity extraordinaire, found himself face-to-face with death, complete with his cropped haircut and raised eyebrows, the smug expression he masqueraded toying with his lips, as it always did.

The screech of the cheaply-made wooden desks as it slid across the tile floor was deafening.

Whizzer strutted to his new seating place, directly next to Marvin.

He faked a dramatic tone, which sounded wrong when paired with his nasally, arrogant voice, "The name's Brown. Whizzer Brown. Pleasure to meet you."

Marvin was unsure whether to laugh or to cry.

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The assignment was simple enough: at least ten candid photos by next month. The only problem was that every photo had to include one or both of the partners, which means that the duo would have to pretend to be friends for, like, a month.

Lovely.

Marvin felt awkward when seated at Whizzer's right hand, surrounded by all of his equally preppy friends - who collectively decided to pretend they didn't even notice Marvin was there.

Oh, he knew they knew his name and his face, the whole school did. Marvin was the talk of the whole school for two reasons alone: 1) an angry outburst, or 2) a star student. There was really no in-between.

However, Marvin wasn't even upset that he was being ignored. In fact, he was almost relieved, for Whizzer and his friends were funny as hell, which he could never even dream of competing with without embarrassing himself.

He was zoned out when the bell rang. Whizzer's voice revived him.

"Do you want my phone number?"

"What?" Marvin was dazed.

"My number? So we can get this project done sooner by working outside of school. I know how you are, Marv."

The sudden nickname startled him more. Nonetheless, he typed in Whizzer's number.

"How do you spell your name?"

He scoffed, "Just hand it to me."

Marvin waited for a moment for Whizzer to type, then pretended not to notice the pretentious little '<3' he put next to his own damn name when he saw the new contact.

"Will we be able to work after school today?"

"Uh - actually, no. I have a thing."

"What is it?"

"It's stupid," Marvin fake-laughed.

"Is it some sort of 'smart person' thing?"

Whizzer was teasing him now, which, quite honestly, just pissed Marvin off.

"Chess competition. For, y'know, the chess club."

"Aw, Mr. Marvin, I didn't know you liked chess. That's cute."

Marvin wanted to punch his fucking straight, white teeth out; to ruin his goofy, fake smile.

"Yeah."

"Can you text me the details? That'd be a cute idea for a candid, right?"

"I suppose."

"Alright, great! Good luck, Mr. Marvin!"