fate's a cruel mistress, girl

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ericamay, 25may1995, single forever, devoted to peter pan

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he's the soft-spoken techie; the playboy's second in command

25.2.11 at 8:12 PM

Nobody ever considers the lapdog a favourite, much like they would never solely eat the second-best flavour of the Neapolitan threesome, or choose to see a film about Robin when they could see a film about Batman. The thing behind that logic was that you didn’t have to ask for the second-best directly; the sidekick always comes along with the superhero (wanted or not), so why focus on it? They were just shadows to their bigger, more popular ally; if you didn’t look at them directly to catch their lips move, you probably wouldn’t catch them speaking.

That was Nicholas’ life in a nutshell.

It was fucked up and unfair, right from his birth. Illegitimate and neglected, the boy’s life was one big, pitiful sob-story nobody wanted to actually hear. Long story short: Nick was born out of wedlock and forced his parents into marriage and now he’s the only thing standing between these two people totally separating and actually enjoying their lives, which was a pretty depressing blame to live with. But, from his parents’ lack of family values comes a really positive set of cause and effects: because they don’t love each other, they work terribly long shifts. These terribly long shifts mean more money; more money means a huge house. And, basically, you’d think that a teenaged boy’s greatest dream is to have a huge house all to himself for entire weeks, with two parents who don’t even give a fuck to care where he goes, right? I mean, that obviously translates to “PARTY HARD AND DO LINES”, right?
Well, you haven’t met Nicholas.

He’s one of those losers who “respect” their houses – he may not like the way his parents treat him, but he’s such a fucking pushover he probably wouldn’t be caught dead thrashing the place up with some huge party. He’ll eat, sleep, bathe, game, and use the internet in it. That was literally it. When he wasn’t on the internet (because his gamer friends actually had plans probably involving family) he’d go biking somewhere far and hope he’d get a worried call from one of his parents, furiously demanding, like, ”NICHOLAS PETER GRAYSON, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? WHY AREN’T YOU HOME FOR DINNER? IT’S WAY PAST CURFEW! WE HAVE PLANS FOR TODAY!” Anything that would show they cared. I told you he was a loser; he’s like that kid in the stories told to you to make you feel ungrateful for your annoying parents, you know?

A nostalgic, retro-Nintendo Legend of Zelda fanfare sliced through the air like it did twice before in the last few hours. This time, though, the sound brought forth the slightest of movements from the carcass of a boy snuggled under a Star Wars comforter. It wasn’t much of a wonder that he was still a virgin – a guy with Hayden Christiansen’s Jedi face on his bed was never going to get laid. ”Mmm...” There was a groan, followed by a face surfacing from the fortress of warmth, brown eyes opening short after. Three calm breaths after, he reached his arm out of the blanket and flailed his hand over the left side table, flopping like a fish out of water until it met and grabbed his phone. With a yawn, he read the message and did his best to reply, however still groggy.

To: Avery
From: Nick
Yeahjdkjhf be there soon.

He tapped send and lay in bed for another twenty minutes, just to wear off the sleep and regain his motor skills. Then, he got up and showered, throwing on a comfortable olive v-neck and grey hooded jumper as soon as he got out and dried off. He spent a couple more minutes than he’d like to admit to standing in front of the bathroom mirror and consulting his appearance. It couldn’t be helped. He’d be going to another party with his best friend (the superhero) and Izzy (the superhero’s amazing girlfriend). Fuck, she was the most beautiful, wonderful girl he had ever met and she was wrapped around Blaine’s finger. It was incredible but also infuriating. Nick liked to think he had a chance with a girl like that, but it was basically impossible for her to ever find interest in a guy like him. She thought he was “cute”, but cute was probably the simplest appearance-based compliment anyone could ever get.

Nicholas made sure to pocket some of the things he might need for the night and went on his merry biking way to Avery’s house. Which was actually rather far, but he wasted so much time biking his legs had somehow conditioned themselves to the circular patterns and the distribution of force and what-have-you. In at least twenty minutes, he was there; he chained his bike to a near tree (you could never trust those country kids) and approached the front door. Eggshells and yolks were strewn across the house like some twisted festive decoration and it made him a little sick. Avery was a cool guy and even though Grayson was only a part of the “crew” by default (id est, by being Blaine’s best mate) he liked to think of the blonde-haired performer as a friend. A naturally shaky hand rang the doorbell and the awkward, soft-spoken techie was left on the porch awaiting admission into the home.