Falsettos Oneshots (hOMosExuALs)

Whizzvin-highschool AU because god knows we need more of those

This prompt sounded better in my head.

Also, not me pretending like I know shit about practicing lines and octave ranges. Have mercy.

"I can't believe you talked me into this," Marvin groaned, slumping his shoulders and letting his script fall to the floor.

Whizzer picked it up and impatiently shoved it back into Marvin's arms, shooting him a nasty look. "I remember someone offering to help me with whatever I needed as long as it didn't interfere with his chess club meeting. I didn't have to talk you into anything."

Marvin grumbled in reply, slouching horribly. After bustling round a bit more, Whizzer sat down opposite Marvin, crossing one leg over the other, and flipped to the beginning of his own script, "Now, let's start at the very beginning."

"A very good place to start," Marvin smirked up at him.

"Shut up," Whizzer said shortly but Marvin swore he saw the twist of a smile on the other's lips.

"Start from the first paragraph, Marv."

The pair began reenacting the script with Marvin reading the narration bits and the lines in between while Whizzer worked on perfecting his delivery. Marvin found himself getting lost in Whizzer's performance, marveling at how he was able to become someone entirely different in the span of a few short seconds. His words were confident and his body language was very comfortable as he proudly delivered his lines. God, he was gorgeous. . .

"Marvin!"

Marvin snapped out of his reverie and inhaled sharply, having forgotten to breathe, "huh?"

"You missed your cue," Whizzer snapped.

"M'sorry," Marvin responded sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

"Just pick up from the second paragraph of Scene 3," Whizzer sighed in exasperation.

After a moment's hesitation, Marvin began to read and as he did, Whizzer noticed him starting to get more into it. His voice grew stronger and he sat up a little straighter. As the monologue went on, Marvin's face brightened and took on a healthy glow, something Whizzer had only seen while he was playing chess or engaged in deep conversation with Whizzer. It was the look he had when he was getting pleasure out of something and it made Whizzer happy to know that Marvin was enjoying this more than he let on.

"Whizz?"

"Hm?"

"I could be wrong, but it says here that the next line is yours and. . . pretty sure you just missed it."

Whizzer blinked and looked back down at his script, flushing a bit at the realization.
"Thanks, Marv," he said, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips.

Whizzer picked up the line and things went smoothly from there, though he did catch Marvin sparing furtive glances at him every so often. Glances which he returned. . .

"And then we sing the final number. My co-star and I have our big kiss scene. Music crescendos. Curtains go down. Yada yada. La fin."

Whizzer sunk into a dramatic curtsy and mimed plucking a rose from the air and placing it between his teeth. Meanwhile, Marvin looked appalled.
"Y-you have to kiss another man?"

"Wo-man, Marvin. We're not quite there yet in terms of inclusivity at our school. The Christian moms in the audience there to see their kid play Tree Number Three would have a fit."

Marvin cracked a smile but he still looked troubled. "Come on, Marv. It's not like I'll enjoy it," Whizzer said gently, crossing over to Marvin and putting his arms around the other's waist from behind, hugging him close.

Marvin shrugged indifferently and made a face of mild agreement. "Besides, the last time I kissed a girl was in the 4th grade and it scarred me for life. I think it's safe to say this time won't be any different."

Marvin twisted around, turning to face Whizzer, and grabbed ahold of his jaw, bringing their faces only inches apart. "Maybe I'll wait backstage and when you're finished, I could. . . kiss it better." Marvin's voice dropped the octave and Whizzer felt a wave of butterflies in his stomach, startled by how quickly the tables had turned.

Whizzer had to work hard to rearrange his features into a more neutral expression but he got there eventually. "I think I'd like that," Whizzer smirked.

The pair's lips met in the middle and a passionate makeup session ensued, papers from their script flying all around them. Lucky for them and their neighbors, Whizzer's room was soundproofed. . .

You wanna know the funny thing? This oneshot is so short. . . But it took me days to write. Talk about writer's block. It's also 1:37 in the morning.

These are the games I playyyyy. . .

This sounded funny a minute ago. . .hm.