Falsettos Oneshots

Hi, My Name Is! //Homosexuals

What? That's not an Eminem soNG-
(ricka ricka slim shady)
Also, light trigger warning

It was Whizzer's first day of kindergarten. His small sneakers were waxed to the point where he could see his face in them, and he was dressed in a nice pink clip-on tie he'd convinced his mother to buy for him. His hair was gelled up neatly (his father had helped him with that) and his tiny lips were pressed into a wide grin. He waved a goodbye to his parents, whistling as he walked down the block in the direction of his bus stop. Excitement wasn't even close to what he was feeling as he practically bounced down the sidewalk, counting his footsteps as he marched.

"Hm, hm, march of the hm hmm hmmm." He hummed, smiling up at the sky as he stood on the corner with around three other kids and their parents. Soon, the bus came, and Whizzer plopped down next to this seemingly nice girl in a baby-blue dress. "Hi! I'm Whizzer!" He said, holding out his hand like his father had taught him to do. The girl smiled, shaking it gently.

"Cordelia!" She squeaked. "I'm a first grader." Whizzer's jaw immediately dropped. He was talking to an older kid!

"Wow! I'm only still in kindergarten." Whizzer says, grinning. Cordelia laughs.

Soon, they get to the school. Cordelia and Whizzer are forced to separate, but he hopes to see her again. Whizzer has no trouble finding his classroom and putting his bag into his 'cubby'. He found his seat next to this girl named Charlotte, who'd been asleep by the time he sat next to her. After a couple of minutes, the teacher began to call attendance. Whizzer prepared himself as if saying the word "here" would be the most important event in his life. At the time, it seemed to him like it very much was.

"Whizzer Brown?" The teacher called out.

His hand shot up, and with a charming smile, he said in the clearest voice he could, "Present!" The class exploded with laughter.

"Whizzer? What a stupid name!" He heard somebody say.

"Like nails on a chalkboard, whatever that means, I heard my mom say that once."

"Who would name a kid that?"

Whizzer just sat there, staring downwards and trying not to cry as everybody talked about how awful his name was. He loved his name, though. Was it really that horrible?

***
Whizzer, now in ninth grade, walked down the hallway, stopping once he got to his locker. As he was spinning the combo, one of the boys in his grade walked up behind him.

"Hey, Jizzer! Why do you have your backpack? Got condoms in there? Going to jizz all over your boyfriend?" The boy asked. Whizzer paused, spinning around to face the boy.

"Who?"

"Your boyfriend." He repeated, smirking. Whizzer's eyes widened, and he dropped his books and backpack to the floor, running into Mark's, one of his friends, homeroom.

"Bathroom. Now!" Whizzer yelled, grabbing the boy by the wrist and pulling him into the third-floor boy's bathroom. "How fucking could you?" Whizzer shrieked, crossing his arms and hugging himself tightly. "What in the hell did I ever do to you?"

"Well, technically you-"

"I know what I did! And it was a mistake! I apologized!"

"I'm not gay, Whizzer."

"Yes, well, that doesn't mean you have to blurt it to the entire school that I am!" Whizzer shouted, tears stinging his eyes.

"It doesn't matter. Who would love a guy named Whizzer, anyways?" Mark laughed. "I'll see you at lunch, Jizzer."

That night, Whizzer had attempted suicide.

Much to his dismay, he'd failed, and never spoke a word about it to anybody ever.

***

Five years later, Whizzer walked into the dormitory's library, sitting down at one of the tables with a book he'd currently been reading. He looked next to him, where a guy was reading a book he'd finished just days before. And he was cute, very cute.

"That's an amazing read," Whizzer notes, nodding toward the guy.

"Right? I'm only half-way through." The guy said. Whizzer sat next to him, smiling.

"Who's your favorite character so far?" Whizzer asked. Marvin smiled back.

"Damn, that's hard. Probably Alex."

"Really? I prefer Maria." Whizzer pauses. "I'm Andrew, by the way."

After living an entire life of being called-out and made fun of for his name, once he was out of high school, he decided there was no harm in changing it. He'd just ask the teachers to call him Andrew instead of Whizzer.

"I'm Marvin." After a moment, Marvin laughed. "Listen, I know it's sort of stupid, you don't have to hold anything back." Whizzer thought for a second.

"It's not stupid at all!" He claimed. Marvin laughed again.

"You could say. You have a normal name, dude." Whizzer raised a brow.

"Says who?"

"Says you. Andrew, that's a normal name."

"Well, it's not my name. Not really. I just changed it because my name is so incredibly fucking stupid that people used to actually beat me up for it." Marvin's eyes widened.

"I'm not going to beat you up for it." Marvin said quietly.

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Whizzer." He mumbled, exhaling. Marvin smiled.

"Whizzer." He said, repeating the name. Whizzer shifted uncomfortably. "It's beautiful name." Whizzer shook his head.

"In high-school, even the teachers called me Jizzer. Some kids called me Wazz-head."

"That's terrible." Marvin says, looking at him softly. Whizzer nodded.

"You're gay, right?" Whizzer blurted out, his eyes widening when he realized what he'd said. "Oh my god, I'm so sor-" Marvin just laughed.

"Yeah, I'm completely queer." Whizzer huffed in relief, slumping his shoulders.

"Wanna go for coffee? Tomorrow, after classes end?" Marvin grinned.

"Of course... Andrew?" Whizzer shook his head.

"Who's that? My name's Whizzer," He smirked, quickly pecking Marvin on the cheek before spinning on his heels and sprinting out of the library.