Falsettos Oneshots

Scared shitless//(homosexuals)

"Whizzer, it's not worth it." Charlotte whispered quietly, gripping tightly on his wrist as they stiffly walked down the hallway, Whizzer continuing to glance behind him. He knew he was letting the assholes win, he always let them win. Even if he beat their stupid asses, they'd win.

"I can't let them keep on doing this, Charlotte!" He said, stopping in his tracks to look over at their taunting looks. "They're the reason Marvin's a fucking wreck. They're the reason he's fucking hurt-"

"Why haven't you reported them, then?" Cordelia asked gently, her hand placed on his shoulder. He frowned.

"I did! But nobody's seen anything happen, so we can't prove anything! It's stupid!" He yelled, wiggling out of the two girl's grip and shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. "Listen, I need to go to the bathroom."

"Whizzer, I know you're only going in there to smoke. Do you have any idea how bad that is for you? I've done a bunch of research on what they put in cigarettes and what it can do to yo-" Charlotte started, but Whizzer shot her a look that immediately shut her up.

"I'm sure Marvin wouldn't want you doing that stuff either, Whiz." Cordelia said quietly, frowning.

"I don't care." He said.

"Bullshit. You care. If you didn't care, you wouldn't go and do it in secret. You wouldn't spend so much time making sure to hide the scent." Whizzer bit his lip, frowning. He knew she was right.

"Yeah, well." He said, turning the corner and walking into the guy's bathroom. He sighed, leaning against the wall. He pulled out his pack and lighter, removing a cig with his teeth and resting it between his lips. He pulled the lighter up to the cig, quickly lighting it and waiting for it to burn for just a second before taking a drag. He pulled the cig away from his lips, slowly exhaling.

Marvin would be in class right now, on the fourth floor. Whizzer had his schedule memorized. He knew that he should stop before Marvin found out, because when he did, it would make him incredibly sad, which would make Whizzer even more guilty than he already was. Still, he couldn't find it in himself to quit. He loved the burn of the cig against his lips as he took a drag, the sting of the smoke in his throat. He loved watching the smoke leak from his lips and cloud the room around him.

But, no buzz seemed to compare to the one he felt when he was with Marvin. No burn could ever amount to the fire in his stomach when they kissed, and no sort of smoke could come close to the bliss that seemed to fog up his brain when they were apart. Whizzer would much rather have Marvin than some stupid cigs.

Still, he took another drag, frowning at himself as he exhaled. He couldn't even keep himself in check, let alone Marvin. He was no use, not really. He couldn't protect him from all of the assholes that inhabited the school. He couldn't-

"Wow, Whizzer, didn't know you were a smoker. Couldn't say I'm surprised, though, that's probably all your dad ever did." Immediately, Whizzer's head jerked up in the direction of the voice. He scowled, rolling his eyes. It was Peter, one of the dumbfucks with the notion that if there happened to be nothing to do with their lives, they should pick on other people.

Calm down, Whizzer. Don't let him get to you.

"Damn, how'd you know?" Whizzer said, his voice smooth. He tried his hardest to keep the facade that he didn't care.

"Just a hunch. How's your boyfriend doing, by the way?"

"Why are you asking?" Whizzer asked, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could even attempt to keep them in. Adrenaline tugged at his heart, seeming to pull the weight from his chest to his stomach. Quickly, he turned around, running the almost-finished cig under the sink and tossing it out before turning back around to face Peter.

"Oh, I was just wondering. Because, I know exactly how Marvin's doing. Do you?" He asked, crossing his arms, and panic shot through Whizzer like ice sliding through each one of his limbs.

"Where is he?" He whispered, clenching his fists, and Peter's silence only made him more angry. He shoved him against the wall, pulling out his pocket knife and bringing it to his throat. "Where is he!?" He shouted, tears springing to his eyes.

"You going to use that?" Peter asked, looking down at the knife and then back up at Whizzer.

"Stop stalling! Tell me what the fuck you're doing to him!" Whizzer yelled, and Peter just smiled.

"It's not what we're doing. It's what he's doing. Here." He said, pulling out a crumbled piece of paper and shoving it at Whizzer, who grabbed it, putting the knife back in his pocket.

"Dear Whizzer, I'm sorry for... shit." He said, shoving the note in his pocket and running out of the bathroom and up the two flights of stairs to the fourth floor. He practically dove around the corner, his breathing short and his body shaking. He got to the bathroom door, but it was locked. "MARVIN!" He yelled, banging on the door, tears finally beginning to fall from his eyes as his panic overwhelmed him.

The door opened, and immediately, Whizzer felt arms wrap around his waist. He hugged Marvin tightly, burying his face into his hair, tears still falling down his face.

"I couldn't do it." Marvin whispered, and Whizzer only hugged him tighter, pulling back just enough so that they made eye-contact. Marvin, who'd only seen Whizzer cry twice (once at the age of six when he scraped his knee skating, and once at the age of thirteen when his dad died), was shocked, and he found himself crying too.

"You scared me shitless." Whizzer whispered, and Marvin nodded, sniffling.

"I'm sorry. They kept begging me to do it, they wouldn't leave me alone, they even showed up at my fucking house, Whizzer-"

"I know."