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Title: Hallways
Summary: Eric hates hallways. They used to be a place to talk to friends. Now they’re zoos, and he is the screaming gorilla. Craig/Eric. Eric’s POV.
Rating: T. Shocking, eh?
Pairings: Craig/Eric. If you didn’t guess that then you shouldn’t be reading this fic. :)
Disclaimer: You know the drill. If you’re writing on fanfiction, then you own NOTHING.
This popped in my head a few days ago, and only now did I have time to write it.
Eric’s hate/love relationship between his “best” friend was always so easy for me to write. Now I know why. I have a similar, if not the same relationship, with my friend. Now, there are some major differences. First and foremost, neither of us “secretly loves each other” or any crap like that. We like guys. I write yaoi and slash and any guy on guy stuff you can imagine. I’m known as the pervert in my drama class. (Look at my “Willy Wonka’s story AND Veruca’s AND Mike’s” to know why) Also, we’re not in high school, and we’re not guys. The final difference is that I have more friends than just her. But mainly the relationship is the same. She does everything I do, and it creeps me out. In other words to describe our friendship, just pretend I’m Eric and she’s Craig. Without the slash. And the nerdness. Alright I’m a nerd, well more of a weirdo than a nerd, but I’m not popular. Whatever, it’s the same basic idea.
Oh, and the idea of Eric knowing where people walk and what time everyday is really what I do. Seriously. I’ve memorized the exact place and frickin time that I pass people I know. That’s how I know if they’re here or not. Lol, man I’m creepy. :)
Whatever, enough with my life, here’s the damn story. :)
Anyway, here ya go!
Eric hated hallways. Not because they were always so crowded. Not because they were so smelly. Not even because they had so many bullies lurking by every corner. No, Eric had a sensible reason for hating hallways. They carried people he disliked.
I.e., Craig.
It’s not that he hates Craig. Well, it’s not that he used to hate Craig. He can be friends with him sometimes, and other times, he could hate him. Eric would often find himself talking about Craig behind his back to his other friends. When he was popular, (for a minute), he would rant on how annoying Craig was and how he was glad he was out of his life. He knew he shouldn’t be talking about Craig, but everything he said was true. Craig always wanted to be in control. Craig wanted to do what he wanted to do, and no one was going to stop him. Craig often abused Eric, both physically and mentally. Mainly mentally. Sometimes physical. The physical, because it didn’t hurt, would often promote the mental.
The main reason he was glad to rid of Craig was the fact he wouldn’t be copied all the time. He was sick of saying something then have Craig say the exact same thing. His mom always said that copying is the biggest form of flattery. But it was annoying as hell. He didn’t want to get copied, especially by someone who’s IQ is much less than yours. Well, maybe it wasn’t too much less, but his immaturity sure made it seem like less. Eric often found himself praying to God that he wouldn’t ever be as stupid as Craig. Then he would feel horrible that he said that about his only friend. Then he would think about it, and then get over it.
Now, Eric had a plan. His plan was to avoid Craig as much as possible. Use his little kiss-up screw-up as an excuse to get as far away from Craig as possible. He himself began to get more isolated from the rest of the world, but as long as he had Drake and Josh, he was fine. Drake and Josh were his new constant. He didn’t need Craig anymore. At all. Craig could find new friends. It couldn’t be too hard…
But Eric’s plan didn’t always work. Sometimes the plan was messed up because of previously scheduled things. After all, he didn’t expect Craig to kiss him for God’s sake. He new Craig was weird, but he didn’t know he was THAT weird.
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For example, he had to work on a science project with him. Now, when the teacher announced that they had to get partners, Eric tried to go as far from Craig as possible. He counted all of his choices. There weren’t too many.
Hmmm… I can pick Drake, Josh, maybe Mindy, Claire, Sam…
Eric had all of these choices. He looked for Sam. Sam had paired up with Claire.
Damn. Double whammy. I need to get a partner faster…
Partner looking got harder. Drake paired with Josh, (of course), Mindy tagged along with Josh so Drake got kicked out, Drake paired with some girl named April, even Clayton paired with Marcus…
And then there was no more. No more partners left.
And then Eric. Lonely lonely Eric. No one wanted to pair with him. There was always someone who worked harder, worked more, or people would just work by themselves…
The teacher did roll. Mr. Roland called out the names one by one, to find out whose partner group you were in.
And Eric’s only choice left: Craig.
Eric always wished that Craig would get another partner. Another partner and get the hell over with it. It can’t be that hard. Just find a person and call them partner. Simple. Craig was socially challenged; he couldn’t do it. Craig would complain that it wasn’t fair he didn’t have friends, but it was Craig’s own damn fault anyway. He hadn’t talked to anyone; he didn’t try to get a partner. He just sat there, looking like an idiot, staring at the wall. Eric did not want to partner with Craig.
“Blonowitz!” called out the teacher.
“HERE!” called Eric.
How embarrassing. A few students laughed.
“That’s great you’re here Eric, but who is your partner?” asked Mr. Roland, trying to make conversation light.
Then the dilemma. Eric wanted to say “anyone but Craig”, but he knew that would be rude. He wanted to say, “I’ll be working with” then to fill in the blank without Craig’s name. But he knew that wouldn’t happen. So, he spiced up his answer a bit.
“I’m working by myself.” said Eric. He sounded proud, confident, happy he wasn’t stuck with Craig again. The teacher was obviously shocked that he didn’t say Craig.
Eric felt great. He wouldn’t be stuck with Craig. He was safe, home free, he had freedom.
Then Eric’s plan was ruined. “Stay after class, Mr. Blonowitz” said Mr. Roland.
Eric got the sermon. He explained how Craig, “just didn’t get things”, and how “he needed someone with a higher understanding to assist him”, and how “he needs your help.” Bullshit. The teacher was desperate because he knew that Craig was worthless without Eric. Craig knew that. All of the students knew that. Eric knew that. The entire universe knew that. Craig needed Eric.
The teacher wrote him a pass in case he was late to class. Too bad the next “class” was lunch.
And Eric was pissed.
Why do I always get stuck with him? He’s an amoeba, a slacker. I do all of the work and he gets the credit.
Alright, Eric knew that Craig did work. But he was still pissed!
I’m sick of being around him. He makes me sick. He’s annoying. He’s repetitive. He’s…boring. He’s a rip-off. I hate him.
Craig wouldn’t talk to him during lunch. Eric knew why.
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Other than small things like that, Eric wasn’t around Craig too much. Eric did most of the work on the project, anyway. He didn’t trust other people with his work. He was selfish when it came to posters, even though English wasn’t his strong subject.
But that was the only time. That, and the hallway. The hallway was where people saw him. People didn’t talk to him during lunch; he was too immersed into his studies. The hallways were where you could get out all your emotions to your friends, whether good or bad. If you were like Eric and only had one friend, than that was the time to get up to socializing to try to make more. (That never worked, obviously.)
But there were dark sides to the hallway. Drake always tried to get him into hard situations to get out of, i.e. a crazy grandfather Vietnam War vet who almost killed him. Drake took extreme advantage of him in the hallway, and always seemed to sway him toward evil in the hallway. Drake always got his name wrong in the hallway too. Eric would turn into Craig, and Craig would be Eric. He asked them for so much, yet couldn’t even get their names right?
Eric always passed Craig in the hallway. That’s probably why he hated it so much. He had memorized exactly where he would see people. 7:07; Drake. Women’s room. 7:08; Josh. Library. And 7:10; Craig. Ms. Hayfer’s room. Eric would see him there every day, with his dorky little smile and books pressed against his chest. It made Eric sick just thinking about it.
Ever since the kiss, however, the pass was different. It used to be a friendly pass in the halls. Eric would wave, and Craig would wave back. Now, it was more cynical, more mean. Eric would either not make any contact at all, or actually look. Not looking was easier. Eric could feel Craig’s eyes boring into his skull. It tortured him, but a little stamina and a lot of patience could make it go faster. Looking back was worse. Eric would sometimes feel the pain of his stare growing, and just look over. Craig’s eyes were even harder to look at. His eyes told a story, a story of heartbreak, torture, and taboo love. Almost as if he was saying “look what you’ve done to me”. If he said that it might have been easier to cope with. Then he would look down and see the cut marks on Craig’s arms. Those terrible, horrible cut marks. Eric had brought up the question, (back when they were friends), of why he did it. Now he knew why; it was because of him. It killed Eric to see it, because it made him feel like a bad person. Like he’s the reason that it’s like this.
Is he?
But it’s not my fault. It’s Craig’s. He’s the one who started it.
…Started what?
This whole ordeal. This stupid emo-ness of his… it’s all just a faze. He’s just being over dramatic. I can’t make him feel like that. I’m just Eric, stupid little Eric. He’s just experimenting.
…Right?
Silence. His brain was silenced.
Damn hallways.
FIN
Peace Out. :)
When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
The age of Aquarius
Aquarius!
Aquarius!
I don’t know why I just typed that. Whatever. Review!!