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thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-10-20 11:18 am
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i legit thought there'd be content warnings. i thought wrong.
As a young man steps into his apartment, Shawn's waiting for him on the couch.
"Had another wedding to go to?" Shawn says, looking almost resigned, and tired. Far more tired than a young kid should have any right to (and with far longer hair than driver!Shawn has).
The young man gestures towards the empty space, "I was out looking for you."
"Yeah, well, I took off," little Shawn says as he gets up and turns towards the kitchen counter. "I realized I had no place to go, so when I got there, I... came back."
"So... here you are. Now what do we do?"
Shawn scoffs. "You tell me. You're the adult."
"Hey, listen - I'm new at this. I'm just making this up as I go along. You didn't come with instructions, eh, Shawn?"
Shawn stares at him, as if now realizing something, "You lied to me [about where you'd be earlier that day]."
The young man sighs, resigning himself to the inevitable. "Shawn, I'm sorry. I-I should've just been straight with you. You were no angel, by the way - a fifteen year old kid should not be bringing back girls to empty apartments."
"So what're you gonna do?" Shawn shrugs. "Kick me out?"
The man stares up at the sky, before sighing even louder. "Come on! Every time one of us messes up, that doesn't mean someone's gotta take off. We gotta talk these things out. Look, we both messed up. Alright? We'll just do it right next time."
Shawn's quiet for a few seconds, before he brushes past the man and says, "John, do you ever feel like the walls are sort of closing in and you've got no place to go where you can just be alone?"
John laughs, admitting that it was the reason he lied about why he needed to stay home. Shawn nods, admitting that he could find things to do. "Legal things?"
Shawn sputters, "In certain states..."
As they talk things out on that worn out couch, Shawn's guard lowers and for the first time in a long time, he finds himself relaxing as he tries to negotiate his new living situation with his legal guardian slash English teacher.
"We're good," John says as they clasp hands. There's a long, long moment before John closes his eyes. "She's behind the couch, isn't she?"
Shawn sighs, as the girl he'd brought home pops up and admits that Mr. Turner (John) has a nice place. So he might've not gotten away with making out with one of the hottest girls in school - but you know what, he got to negotiate terms in his new, shared space with his teacher, and that more than made up for it.]
It's fine!
Ah... excuse me? I think I should- [He doesn't bother finishing as it's clear the two can't see or hear him. As the scene plays out he can't help but wave a hand between the two as they clasp hands. It was really odd.
The the girl suddenly pops out from behind the cough.] GAH! [Vash jumps back in surprise. That was unexpected, but man! She was cute! Good job Shawn!]
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Veronica was pretty hot, but you know... those first few months with John were a lot rougher than we expected. [He taps his fingers against the steering wheel.] It was worth it, in the end. I wouldn't trade those years for the world.
[Feel like grabbing another CD, Vash? If so, be forewarned: Shawn will only tolerate two more song choices before the road trip actually begins - or you could look at the exit sign beside the car.]
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[Normally Vash wouldn't keep looking through someone's memory, but the dream like feel of this place encouraged him to continue to pick out a song. After all, he didn't manage to put new music on. This time choosing Nada Surf Album as being the second one he had been most interested in. This one will totally just be normal music, right?]
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You're standing in an American high school hallway, and kids drift in and out as the school bell rings to signify that you should go to class. In-between, as you grab books for classes you barely attend, you gab with your best friend.
Or you're IN an English class, with the teacher (a certain Mr. Turner from earlier) reading a poem you wrote. The music fades out, just so Vash can hear this one loud and clear.
"I thought what we'd do is read a few and then we'll discuss them, okay? The first one up is Shawn Hunter. His poem is called Welfare." An incredulous expression appears on Mr. Turner's face as he skims the poem. "Okay. You want me to read this out loud, or just forward it to the guidance counselor?"
Shawn - a much younger Shawn - stares at him like he's gone insane. "Read it. It's some of my best work."
"Kay, everybody. Buckle up.
My uncle Ralph, he does not care
'Cause twice a month, he gets welfare.
My uncle Chuck has nylon hair
He bought the rug with his welfare
Old Corvair
Long nose hair
Electric chair
... That's a very colorful family you've got there, Shawn."
Shawn looks a little nervous as he confesses, "I didn't use their real names. That's okay, right?"
"Oh, yeah. The less I know, the better," Mr. Turner says a little too quickly, as he picks up another poem and starts to read.
You get the feeling that while Shawn may have not used his time at school wisely, he still has fond memories of his film classes - as the road flashes images of him taking lessons from another teacher often seen around the school, as well as history lessons from an elderly guy who doesn't tolerate his propensity for shenanigans.
The song fades back in as the memory disappears, and so now - the song's playing as Shawn cruises along the highway.]
Ooh, good choice! I loved this one, even if it was on the radio too much.
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Still, there was one thing he was still a bit unsure of. Based on the reaction to the poem and how it was worded Vash can guess that it's not a great thing, but he can't help but to ask.]
What's welfare?
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[Ah. There's the rub. Shawn winces, taking a deep breath as he tries to explain this...]
So, where I come from, the government will take care of people who don't exactly, uh, earn a lot of money. That's welfare in a nutshell. It's not great, and the whole idea's for you to earn enough money so you're not stuck relying on them.
But when you're twelve - or man, was I thirteen? - and John slaps that kind of assignment on you, you don't take it as seriously as you should. I could've written something way better.
I just... you know, chose not to.
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And hey! It rhymed! I'm not even good at that! So I hope you passes for that reason at least!
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Barely. Mr. Turner kinda took pity on me that time.
[He laughs, though it's a bit of a bitter one.] Trust me. I'm actually way better than I wanted people to think.
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Or worried about disappointing someone if you gave it your all?
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[Shawn peers at the road ahead, as if its emptiness is suddenly fascinating.]
I don't feel like it now. I know my friends would've never been disappointed in me - but when you're twelve, man? You look at every action under a microscope and you think about it over and over again and it sucks.
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[Unsure if it's the dream like feel or exactly what it is, but Vash is feeling more open than he normally is.]
Or maybe that's because I have the maturity of a twelve year old.
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Nothing wrong with that. As long as you know when to give it your best shot - you know, when it really matters - then you're good. Sometimes, I think our group can be way too serious about stupid things.
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That was Cory, right? I heard him a couple times, but I never got the chance to meet him.
[Where did he hear his voice? A fleet? ...different car in a fleet he wasn't on?]
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[Shawn's smile dims a little, and it may not reach his eyes anymore.] He's the best guy I've ever known. Always had your back, even if he was kinda loud about it.
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[Shawn hesitates, because technically he shouldn't call the shots here, but...] How would you feel about seeing more Cory memories? I could take you there, if you're okay with it.
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[He puts the CDs away at Shawn's suggestion.] If you're willing to share. I wouldn't mind at all.
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[Shawn goes ahead and takes them off the highway as soon as the exit sign for Cornelius Corner pops up. Like before, the road fades into a memory; this time, they're standing inside a packed restaurant - and Shawn looks way younger than he has in any memory so far. (He can't be more than eleven here.)
"Don't worry about me, Shawn, I was just leaving," a much younger Cory says, turning towards the stairs.
"Why? I got an order of chili cheese fries, extra gravy," little Shawn says, gesturing towards the table.
"Naw, you're too busy with those other guys," Cory replies.
Shawn stares at him as if the kid's grown a third head. "What other guys?"
"The ones sitting at your table."
"So? They'll make room."
"Shawn, they're gonna see you talking to me," Cory says, gesturing to himself.
Shawn's face grows suspicious as he says, "You know, you've gotten real weird since you've been invited to this party. You don't want to hang out with me anymore?"
Cory's almost yelling, so loudly that the entire restaurant hears, "I'M A GEEK!" With a hand, he dismisses everyone's stares, "Oh, like you didn't know."
Shawn pulls the kid away to a booth, "Cory, what're you talking about?"
"I'm the worst kind of geek. I'm a geek who didn't know he was a geek."
A look of understanding washes over Shawn's face. "Cory?"
"Yeah?"
"Do I hang out with geeks?"
"No, that's why I'm leaving--"
Shawn grabs Cory by the arm. "Come on... you're my best friend, man. You've just gotta loosen up."
Cory's a bit stunned that Shawn doesn't think Cory's this proverbial geek, even having to ask to be reassured of it, until Cory asks "Am I cool?"
Shawn laughs. "Of course not."
"Then what AM I?"
"You're Cory. I'm Shawn, just like it's always been. What else do you need to know?"
Cory puzzles over it for a second. "I need to know how to be cool. Like you."
Shawn stares at him in utter bafflement. "I'm not cool."
"Yes, you are!"
Shawn pauses, having to ask for clarification - Cory insists that this place, and the people they're with, is a cool party, and that Shawn is the center of it. Which doesn't sound right to little Shawn at all, because he only wants to be wherever Cory is (no more, no less).
So after some deliberation, Shawn says, "Let's bail."
Cory again rambles about how this proves Shawn's coolness, because he can go wherever he wants and the party will flock to him, but Shawn just stars at Cory as if he's speaking another language. Sometimes, he swears, he's not gonna get this kid.
So he says, with a laugh as he gestures towards the stairs, "Cory? Shut up."
He knows where he wants to be, and if it means ditching a party to hang out with his best friend - then well, he's gonna do just that.]
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Seems like you both were the friend that each other needed. By the way, with that hair? You're most definitely a 'cool' kid.
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A cool kid from the nineties, yeah. From what I've heard, most people've got a couple of decades on me now.
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