Random Things that May Be Writing

Infinity (Dead Poet's Society)

AN: Blame my creative writing teacher for making me watch this (and fall in love with it). In this, Neil's not dead, he's in the play, and Todd's a shy boi :P. I own nothing.

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Todd sat at his desk, scribbling fiercely on a piece of paper. He'd managed to get a small moment of quiet, as his roommate was away at play practice, and most of the other boys were at dinner by now. 

Okay, so if secant squared minus tangent squared equals one, then 4.115-6.2837 equals...no, wait.

He erased the numbers with a frown. Ugh, I'll never get this done.

"Hey, Todd!"

The door to Todd's dorm swung open, and a very happy looking Neil raced into the room.

"Damn, you still doing the trig homework?" the boy chirped, bouncing on his toes.

Todd nodded. "Yeah."

Neil took a flying leap, and landed on his bed, parallel where Todd was sitting. He fell back and stared at the ceiling.

"Man, I love acting," he sighed.

Todd looked over his shoulder slightly as he rewrote the numbers again. "Why? What's so cool about reciting things to an audience in weird costumes?"

Neil shook his head, a dreamy smile on his face. "It's not just going through the motions, Todd. If you're acting right, you make magic every time you do. It's like....feeling infinity."

The smaller boy turned around. "What?"

Neil shut his eyes. "You ever done something, and when you do, it feels like you're on top of the world? Like nothing could stop you, and if it tried to, you wouldn't even care?"

Todd stared at his roommate, and felt himself flush slightly. "No."

He rolled onto his side, and squinted at Todd, who quickly went back to writing. "Never? You've never felt nothing but happiness, even for a moment?"

"Uh-uh."

Todd sighed quietly. That was kind of a lie. He'd been happy, truly happy, once before. At the first 'Dead Poets Society' meeting.

Being in a cave, so far away from homework, or teachers, or worry, he was happy. 

When Meeks rapped a poem enthusiastically, he had smiled.

When Dalton whacked Cameron upside the head for telling his horror story, he had snorted. 

When Neil recited poetry like it mattered, Todd had never been so enchanted.

And the next day, before poetry class, the boys looked at each other and grinned, as if they'd shared something secret. Something powerful.

"Todd? Are you asleep with your eyes open or some shit?"

The skittish boy jumped at the sound of Neil's voice. Said boy was now standing again, smirking.

"Um, no. Just thinking. I guess poetry makes me happy."

Neil grinned. "Well, that's a place to start. I still think you should try reading sometime. Maybe that's your infinity."

Todd accepted this with silence, and looked down at his homework again. "I better finish this."

The taller boy nodded. "Yeah, and the history essay that's due tomorrow."

Todd froze, and muttered, "Oh, shit."

Neil laughed. "I'll bring you something edible from the dining hall. Good luck!"

With that, he turned on his heel and left. When the door slammed shut, Todd tried to focus on his trigonometry homework, but his mind kept wandering back to the emptiness that seemed to invade whenever Neil left his side.

The enthusiastic boy always seemed to brighten the bland world Todd lived in. Not that the others weren't cool too, bit Neil always was a little different.

Neil made him feel happy.

Like he was important.

Like he was invincible.

Suddenly, Todd froze as a thought flew through his mind. His cheeks turned red, and he carded a hand through his hair.

"Goddammit."

Magic. Happiness. Neil.

Infinity.

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Dude, these bois are pure :3 Seriously, watch the movie, it's good. Love y'all! BAAAIII~!