What More Can I Say? | A Musical High School AU

Chapter 1: Whizzer

Whizzer's POV:

Three Months Ago...

I run a hand through my hair and straighten my tie as I wait for this party to be over. 

Now, in theory, I sound like someone who would like parties. I'm good with people, love dressing up, and I am a pretty good looking guy (this isn't necessarily a necessity, but it helps).

But not this one.

Some parties are good, but honestly, half the time I just want to be alone, I'm just good at hiding it. But parties are a good excuse to wear things I otherwise might not get the chance to, so I go anyways. There are always people who want to talk to me, not that I feel the same way. And of course, there are those who try to hit on me. I always tell them the same thing, "Sorry, I'm taken." The thing is, I actually am single.

Surprising, but true. Whizzer Brown. Single. Yep. 

Honestly, I'm pretty sure that most of my friends are convinced I'm dating someone... of course, they might not all be thinking of the same person... Anyways, I'm at a party, avoiding the crowds. I had just broken away from a particularly annoying group of people and was looking for somewhere to hide out.

Well, not necessarily hide out, but just... get away. At least not talk to a ton of people. And of course, none of my friends are here. I'm still not sure how I got invited.

As I look over the crowd, I notice a small table sort of near a corner with only one person at it. A short man with messy, light brown hair sits by himself in a corner. But his clothes... They might just be some of the ugliest things a person could choose to wear. It's like he's seeking the ugly clothes out! It's almost sad. I figure I might as well go over to him, probably a regrettable decision but I have nothing better to do. I mean, he's probably alone for a reason! If worst comes to worst I can mess with him a bit and leave.

I'm not thinking straight as I stride over to him. I stop at a seat directly across from him, "Is this seat taken?" I ask, sounding almost bored, which I suppose I am.

"I-uh... yes. I mean no! I mean, you can sit here!" He stammers. Ah. So he's that kind of guy. I sit down, sprawling out in the chair and finally look at his face.

For as gross as his outfit is, he is fairly good looking. He has gorgeous pale blue eyes, which I could probably stare at forever. His messy hair is actually kind of endearing. Not to mention it looks super soft. I kind of want to... touch his hair. And his lips... They look soft and pink and perfect. He bites his lower lip nervously, "Are, um... Are you okay?" He asks awkwardly.

Oh shit. He must've seen me staring. 

"I am perfectly fine," I snap, "And you?"

"I-I'm Marvin," he answers. I'm shocked at first, this wasn't exactly the answer I was going for. But, I do have this guy's name now. And honestly, it's kind of cute the way he answered.

"Whizzer," I introduce myself.

"What?" He asks. 

"That's my name," I explain, "Whizzer. Whizzer Brown."

He smiles softly and whispers my name to himself a few times. I decide that his voice is as beautiful as he is. "Whizzer," he breathes again, "I like your name. It's nice."

I feel my cheeks heating up a little bit and hope he can't see over the low lighting. There have been a number of times when people have made fun of me for my name. And now this guy wants to compliment me for it? Yeah right.

I must be thinking aloud because he responds, "No! I mean it, Whiz. I love your name."

"Oh. Already jumping to nicknames, are we?" 

"I-I'm sorry! I just..."

"Eh, it's fine. I don't really care," I feel myself saying. Part of me regrets it. I mean, I just met this guy! But the other half loves it. That side just wants to hear his voice and his nicknames, as if we were really together.

That's when I realize, I might have a bit of a crush on Marvin. I mean, I just met him! It seems crazy! He's just so beautiful and his voice... And his hair... And he's cute too. And he seems nice enough.

He grins, "Okay, then, Whizzer. Do you want something to drink?"

I frown, "Are you drunk?"

"No!" He exclaims, "No. I just... My girlfriend broke up with me. So I had a little bit to drink but..."

Of course. A girlfriend. Of course! Every! Single! Time! I find a handsome guy, HE HAS TO BE STRAIGHT! He keeps talking about the details of his breakup but I don't listen. Instead I focus on how this guy is completely and totally straight. Not gay. Won't like me. Ever. Why is it always the cute ones?

"... And I was breaking down y'know? I was gonna go home and cry or something. Or get drunk. But then you showed up and I knew I couldn't do that. I mean, you're beautiful! I don't want to leave or forget you or something!"

My attention perks up at this. "Beautiful?" I ask in disbelief.

"Oh shit." He whispers, his whole face going red. "I am so sorry, Whizzer. I broke up with Trina because I didn't feel anything with her. I mean, she's nice, but I only liked her as a friend. And... I, uh... I think I like boys, but I don't really know. I'm so sorry. I didn't think about it and-"

"Marvin. Listen. You seem like a nice guy. And I want to... get to know you better."

"... When you say, 'Get to know me,' do you mean-"

"I mean like this," I say before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. I quickly pull away, adding, "Among other ways."

Marvin's entire face was red. "I-I... You... Ki-kissed me."

"Well, Marv, if it helps you out any, that sounds pretty gay to me."

Marvin melted into a smile, "Yeah."

"Well," I say, glancing down at my watch, "I should get going. Unless you want to come with me." I grin at him.

"I think that I'd like that," he smiles. 

And then we walk out together.

(A/N FAM LETS GOOOO! Uh, like I said this is gonna be kind different, but we still are gonna get some stepbrothers stuff going, just give me a minute. So uh, I'm super excited, I know I've said this like 20 times already but its super true. Stay Swanky!)