Post by Lien Nguyễn on Nov 21, 2010 12:59:35 GMT -5
While bored and avoiding homework, I found this on my computer. It's technically a part of the other fanfiction that I have posted up here, but it's all OCs and pretty much takes place in modern America, so....
Though I will admit that Gabe, Natalie, and Henry are based off of the characters of the same name from next to normal.
Anyway, what you need to know is that Hannelore is a German exchange student, they're sixteen, and Gabriel is like 5'7".
Also, Proboards is stupid and won't indent, so that's what "> >" indicates.
> >He wonders why, exactly, this girl seems to adore him. Surely, he’s not anything special. He’s smart, sure, and athletic, but Peter is both of those things, too, and he’s the one that she’s staying with. Still, she seems to positively adore him, not that he’s complaining; he loves the attention. She’s not bad looking, either… in fact, she’s prettier than most girls he’s seen… even if she is only about two inches shorter than he is; that’s really his father’s fault, and genetics. (Though, perhaps there is some comfort to be found in the fact that, according to his calculations, he’ll end up taller than his father by the time he’s done growing).
> >…Though sometimes he wonders if it’s due, at least in part, to his name. She’d apparently shown some interest in him before she knew his name (not that he could tell; he was rather bad at telling when a girl liked him), but her interest had increased exponentially when Peter had mentioned his name. Maybe it has something to do with that purple book she’s always carrying around.
> >He has to admit that she has an adorable way of saying his name. She’s pretty, she’s smart… she certainly likes him. Really, the only thing that’s stopping him from pursuing her is the fact that Peter likes her. Peter is his best friend, after all, even if he is a bit of a man-whore, and cheats on his girlfriend all of the time.
> >He really doesn’t want her to be with someone like that, though. It’s really not even her, it’s more that he has two sisters, and his cousin Amy to protect from guys like Peter. Brotherly instinct, that’s it. She’s pretty, she’s from Europe, and he has two sisters. That’s why he doesn’t want her to go out with Peter. …Right? Yes, that has to be it.
> >“Gabriel? What are you doing here? Don’t you have practice?”
> >She’s right, of course. He does have practice, so why is he in the theatre? Still, he’s the best player on the team, and they’re only running the track, anyway. He can skip out just this once; he’ll go for a run when he gets home to make up for it.
> >“Uh… the coach told me that I’m… fuck it; I’m skipping practice.” He makes no mention of her use of his detested full first name, because, honestly, he loves the way that she says it.
> >Her entire face lights up when she smiles, and she jumps off of the stage, running down the centre aisle (that she complains about frequently, but seems to have no problem with today) to drag him down to the stage, which, for once, is free of all members of the drama club and theatre classes.
> >“You can help me with my audition!”
> >He wonders what he’s gotten himself into. Still, he shrugs. “Okay.”
> >She beams and hands him that battered old purple book she’s always carrying around. So it’s a play. He examines the cover. Next to Normal. It certainly looks interesting… or it would if he were into drama at all. It won the Pulizer Prize, at least, so that’s something, isn’t it?
> >“Page fifteen,” she instructs, sitting down at a keyboard – which, wait, isn’t that Natalie’s keyboard? Ignoring that, he nods.
> >“Um? Who am I playing?” he asks. He’s familiar with plays; he does have to read them in English class, after all. He is, at least, familiar enough to know that there are no male parts on page fifteen – just what looks like lyrics to a song, under the title “Everything Else”, next to the name “Natalie.”
> >“Oh. Henry. He enters after the second ‘everything else goes away’… just wait offstage left.” He hesitates, and she helpfully points him in the correct direction. “Don’t enter until it says so in the script, and stop about five feet from the keyboard, okay?”
> >He nods, and lets her get to work. From where he’s standing, he can see that she had someone (probably Natalie) program the song into the keyboard, and that she only pretends to play it.
> >There’s something about her when she’s onstage – she seems brighter than she normally is. He’s so fixated on this fact that he almost misses his cue, but catches himself just in time.
> >He wonders, vaguely, if he’s supposed to read these lines like he’s flirting, or like he’s some loser with a crush… or maybe just like he’s like his sister’s loser boyfriend. (Not Raphael, for once; at least he has plans. No, he means Natalie’s boyfriend, the stoner). He can’t figure it out, and instead reads it like he would.
> >This seems to work well enough for her, and if he didn’t know any better, he’d think that she is this girl – this Natalie, who was uptight and high-strung and paranoid – he wonders if whoever wrote this play has met his sister, because it’s too like her to just be coincidence.
> >The scene ends quickly, and he’s almost disappointed when it does. She smiles at him, though, which, somehow, makes it all worth it.
> >“Thank you so much for this, Gabriel. The play actually is going to be Next to Normal, which is absolutely amazing, because I already know every song and word. But… do you think that it would be a bit pretentious to sing a song from n-to-n for my audition?” She seems to actually expect an answer from him, and he really doesn’t know why.
> >“Uh… well, you were really good, so… I don’t know. It’d show them that you’re certainly competent, but it might seem like you’re overconfident, at the same time… like you’ve already got the part.”
> >“That’s what I thought. I think that I’ll audition with something else, just in case.” She smiles at him. “Thank you, again.”
> >“No problem,” he replies. He wonders why he has the urge to add, “Anything to help you out,” but he represses it.
> >“Will your coach be angry with you for missing practice?” She seems concerned about him – why wouldn’t she? She does like him, after all, and certainly wouldn’t want him to be kicked off of the team.
> >He shakes his head. “Nah, I’m the best player on the team.” He wonders if that sounds like he’s bragging. To remedy that, he adds, “We’re only running the track, and I’m just going to go for a run when I get home. It’s no big deal if I miss it.”
> >“Good. I wouldn’t want you to get into trouble because of me.” She smiles at him, again. “Besides, I think that Peter would get angry if you did get into trouble.”
> >He laughs. “Probably, but like he’s one to talk. I hope you get into the play,” he adds. It seems like they’ve exhausted all topics of conversation, and he hopes that it doesn’t get too awkward.
> >“Thank you.” She seems to be of the same mindset that he is, because she adds, “Do you want to work on another scene? We could do a scene with Diana and Dan…” She blushes, she actually blushes, and he can’t help but find it completely adorable. “If you’d rather go back to practice, I would understand…,” she adds when he doesn’t reply immediately. She wants to do another scene with him? She’s blushing, on top of that. Does she really expect him to be able to say no?
> >“You’ll have to help me out, because I know nothing about these characters.”
> >She realises what he’s saying, and she grins at him. “Of course,” she assures him, before sitting at the edge of the stage, bidding him to sit down next to her, which he does without any hesitation. Then she launches into a detailed description of the play – the plot, the characters, the songs, the symbolism, the human condition – all of it.
> >He really can’t think of anywhere he’d rather be, or anything he’d rather be doing. He wonders if maybe he does like this girl – this odd, funny, intelligent, beautiful, foreign girl who lives for theatre, and knows more about shows than he knows about sports (which is saying something). He’d never act on it, even if he did like her. Peter would kill him.
> >But still. Peter has Jenn, anyway.
Though I will admit that Gabe, Natalie, and Henry are based off of the characters of the same name from next to normal.
Anyway, what you need to know is that Hannelore is a German exchange student, they're sixteen, and Gabriel is like 5'7".
Also, Proboards is stupid and won't indent, so that's what "> >" indicates.
> >He wonders why, exactly, this girl seems to adore him. Surely, he’s not anything special. He’s smart, sure, and athletic, but Peter is both of those things, too, and he’s the one that she’s staying with. Still, she seems to positively adore him, not that he’s complaining; he loves the attention. She’s not bad looking, either… in fact, she’s prettier than most girls he’s seen… even if she is only about two inches shorter than he is; that’s really his father’s fault, and genetics. (Though, perhaps there is some comfort to be found in the fact that, according to his calculations, he’ll end up taller than his father by the time he’s done growing).
> >…Though sometimes he wonders if it’s due, at least in part, to his name. She’d apparently shown some interest in him before she knew his name (not that he could tell; he was rather bad at telling when a girl liked him), but her interest had increased exponentially when Peter had mentioned his name. Maybe it has something to do with that purple book she’s always carrying around.
> >He has to admit that she has an adorable way of saying his name. She’s pretty, she’s smart… she certainly likes him. Really, the only thing that’s stopping him from pursuing her is the fact that Peter likes her. Peter is his best friend, after all, even if he is a bit of a man-whore, and cheats on his girlfriend all of the time.
> >He really doesn’t want her to be with someone like that, though. It’s really not even her, it’s more that he has two sisters, and his cousin Amy to protect from guys like Peter. Brotherly instinct, that’s it. She’s pretty, she’s from Europe, and he has two sisters. That’s why he doesn’t want her to go out with Peter. …Right? Yes, that has to be it.
> >“Gabriel? What are you doing here? Don’t you have practice?”
> >She’s right, of course. He does have practice, so why is he in the theatre? Still, he’s the best player on the team, and they’re only running the track, anyway. He can skip out just this once; he’ll go for a run when he gets home to make up for it.
> >“Uh… the coach told me that I’m… fuck it; I’m skipping practice.” He makes no mention of her use of his detested full first name, because, honestly, he loves the way that she says it.
> >Her entire face lights up when she smiles, and she jumps off of the stage, running down the centre aisle (that she complains about frequently, but seems to have no problem with today) to drag him down to the stage, which, for once, is free of all members of the drama club and theatre classes.
> >“You can help me with my audition!”
> >He wonders what he’s gotten himself into. Still, he shrugs. “Okay.”
> >She beams and hands him that battered old purple book she’s always carrying around. So it’s a play. He examines the cover. Next to Normal. It certainly looks interesting… or it would if he were into drama at all. It won the Pulizer Prize, at least, so that’s something, isn’t it?
> >“Page fifteen,” she instructs, sitting down at a keyboard – which, wait, isn’t that Natalie’s keyboard? Ignoring that, he nods.
> >“Um? Who am I playing?” he asks. He’s familiar with plays; he does have to read them in English class, after all. He is, at least, familiar enough to know that there are no male parts on page fifteen – just what looks like lyrics to a song, under the title “Everything Else”, next to the name “Natalie.”
> >“Oh. Henry. He enters after the second ‘everything else goes away’… just wait offstage left.” He hesitates, and she helpfully points him in the correct direction. “Don’t enter until it says so in the script, and stop about five feet from the keyboard, okay?”
> >He nods, and lets her get to work. From where he’s standing, he can see that she had someone (probably Natalie) program the song into the keyboard, and that she only pretends to play it.
> >There’s something about her when she’s onstage – she seems brighter than she normally is. He’s so fixated on this fact that he almost misses his cue, but catches himself just in time.
> >He wonders, vaguely, if he’s supposed to read these lines like he’s flirting, or like he’s some loser with a crush… or maybe just like he’s like his sister’s loser boyfriend. (Not Raphael, for once; at least he has plans. No, he means Natalie’s boyfriend, the stoner). He can’t figure it out, and instead reads it like he would.
> >This seems to work well enough for her, and if he didn’t know any better, he’d think that she is this girl – this Natalie, who was uptight and high-strung and paranoid – he wonders if whoever wrote this play has met his sister, because it’s too like her to just be coincidence.
> >The scene ends quickly, and he’s almost disappointed when it does. She smiles at him, though, which, somehow, makes it all worth it.
> >“Thank you so much for this, Gabriel. The play actually is going to be Next to Normal, which is absolutely amazing, because I already know every song and word. But… do you think that it would be a bit pretentious to sing a song from n-to-n for my audition?” She seems to actually expect an answer from him, and he really doesn’t know why.
> >“Uh… well, you were really good, so… I don’t know. It’d show them that you’re certainly competent, but it might seem like you’re overconfident, at the same time… like you’ve already got the part.”
> >“That’s what I thought. I think that I’ll audition with something else, just in case.” She smiles at him. “Thank you, again.”
> >“No problem,” he replies. He wonders why he has the urge to add, “Anything to help you out,” but he represses it.
> >“Will your coach be angry with you for missing practice?” She seems concerned about him – why wouldn’t she? She does like him, after all, and certainly wouldn’t want him to be kicked off of the team.
> >He shakes his head. “Nah, I’m the best player on the team.” He wonders if that sounds like he’s bragging. To remedy that, he adds, “We’re only running the track, and I’m just going to go for a run when I get home. It’s no big deal if I miss it.”
> >“Good. I wouldn’t want you to get into trouble because of me.” She smiles at him, again. “Besides, I think that Peter would get angry if you did get into trouble.”
> >He laughs. “Probably, but like he’s one to talk. I hope you get into the play,” he adds. It seems like they’ve exhausted all topics of conversation, and he hopes that it doesn’t get too awkward.
> >“Thank you.” She seems to be of the same mindset that he is, because she adds, “Do you want to work on another scene? We could do a scene with Diana and Dan…” She blushes, she actually blushes, and he can’t help but find it completely adorable. “If you’d rather go back to practice, I would understand…,” she adds when he doesn’t reply immediately. She wants to do another scene with him? She’s blushing, on top of that. Does she really expect him to be able to say no?
> >“You’ll have to help me out, because I know nothing about these characters.”
> >She realises what he’s saying, and she grins at him. “Of course,” she assures him, before sitting at the edge of the stage, bidding him to sit down next to her, which he does without any hesitation. Then she launches into a detailed description of the play – the plot, the characters, the songs, the symbolism, the human condition – all of it.
> >He really can’t think of anywhere he’d rather be, or anything he’d rather be doing. He wonders if maybe he does like this girl – this odd, funny, intelligent, beautiful, foreign girl who lives for theatre, and knows more about shows than he knows about sports (which is saying something). He’d never act on it, even if he did like her. Peter would kill him.
> >But still. Peter has Jenn, anyway.
