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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Falsettos_-_Lapine/Finn
  Relationship:
      Whizzer_Brown/Marvin, Trina/Mendel_Weisenbachfeld, Dr._Charlotte/Cordelia
      (Falsettos), Jason/Heather_Levin, Marvin_&_Cordelia_(Falsettos), Whizzer
      Brown_&_Dr._Charlotte
  Character:
      Whizzer_Brown, Marvin_(Falsettos), Trina_(Falsettos), Mendel
      Weisenbachfeld, Dr._Charlotte_(Falsettos), Cordelia_(Falsettos), Jason_
      (Falsettos), Heather_Levin
  Additional Tags:
      GAY??, Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, High_School_AU, the_unlikely
      lover_friends_are_switched, whizzer_and_charlotte_are_tight, pining
      whizzer, Baseball, first_time_sex??, Fluff, Smut
  Series:
      Part 2 of Whizzer_Brown
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-17 Completed: 2018-03-01 Chapters: 7/7 Words: 16911
****** Strike and Spike ******
by ValidEmail
Summary
     Whizzer Brown got a baseball to the face when he first met eyes with
     Marvin Cohen and realized he was in love with him. Now he's ended up
     on a volleyball team with him for their annual gym volleyball unit,
     and he's determined to get Marvin to feel the same way about him, to
     the annoyance of his best friend, Charlotte DuBois.
Notes
     sorry i didn't post on valentine's day, was too busy hating myself !!
     lmao
     my writing schedule for this story is gonna be every other day, so
     get pumped for both this story and the ones i've got in the works
     if they ever come out
     damn
***** What You Love *****
The sun lifted up above the tips of Lakeview High earlier than usual on the day
the juniors started their volleyball gym unit. Whizzer Brown was early, for
once, in getting to his late morning P.E. class. Usually he’d hang at baseball
practice for too long to get there before the bell went off for second period.
Today, though, today was different. For one thing, baseball practice had been
cancelled after Whizzer had been hit in the face with a baseball. The other?
Well, that was the reason Whizzer had hit himself in the first place - chess
team captain Marvin Cohen. It was a little strange, since the boy was certainly
not the dictionary definition of stereotypical beauty, but he was pretty enough
for Whizzer to almost break his nose at six-thirty in the morning.
Not much was known about Marvin Cohen. He was excellent at chess, which is why
he was the captain, and an amazing artist. He never spoke in class. The only
times you’d see him would be on his morning stroll along the outer rims of the
school. Other than that, he could blend in so well into the crowd it would look
like he almost wasn’t there. Due to his short stature and darker way of
dressing, he was easily looked over. He didn’t seem to mind much, though.
Whizzer had never really seen him before that fateful day, only occasionally in
the halls or in Photography class. But Marvin hung to the back, in the shadows,
and Whizzer was too popular to do anything but sit in the front of the room.
 
Whizzer had been up to bat, swinging it around playfully as he cracked jokes to
make the rest of his teammates laugh. They were a well-oiled machine when it
came to both being on the field and off the field. Whizzer, of course, was
their star player. As he lifted up his bat to swing at the oncoming ball,
Whizzer’s eyes met Marvin’s across the field, where he was sketching the
lessening dew on the grass, and the baseball player seemed to be physically
struck by Cupid’s arrow.
 
Marvin Cohen was plain to any normal human being. His dark brown curls always
hung in front of his sunken eyes, eyebags bigger than the eyes themselves. His
nose was crooked, and strange looking, different from the other boys in the
grade. His posture would be hellish by Whizzer’s standard, always hunched over
with a piece of charcoal clenched tightly in his hand, or a pencil scribbling
down a sketch or two. He was chubbier than most of the kids, so he usually
changed in one of the bathroom stalls instead of the locker room. Whizzer
thought he was heartbreakingly beautiful. So much so that he ended up in the
nurse’s office with a bleeding nose from being smacked in the face with a
baseball. He had gotten too distracted.

“Our eyes met, and Char, I felt something,” Whizzer pressed a soft hand to
where his heart was, which was still beating rapidly despite it already being
second period. He and his best friend, Charlotte DuBois, were stood to the far
right of the gym, changed into their gym clothes as the rest of the students
flooded into the large room. “I felt something right here.”
 
“You sure you just didn't feel it in your dick?” Charlotte raised an uncaring
eyebrow up at him. Their height difference was noticeable. Whizzer had at least
nine inches on the girl, but her strength made up for her short figure. She
could carry a higher weight than any other boy in the grade, and she was the
star of the soccer team. That’s probably why she and Whizzer were such good
friends.
 
“He’s the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen,” Her tall companion gushed, as
though he had not heard anything she had uttered towards him. Marvin slunk out
of the locker room then, and Charlotte lost her best friend to longing stares
directed towards the short, chubby boy. “I think I’m in love.”
 
“And Ithink you’re crazy,” Charlotte snapped her fingers in front of his face.
Whizzer blinked, and shook from his daze. “What the hell is so interesting
about him? He’s a loser. A total nerd. Besides, his body type is so...weird.”
Whizzer shrugged, narrowing his eyes down at her.
 
“Love is a strange thing,” He sighed then, and the gym teacher blew the
whistle. Everyone’s heads lifted up from whatever conversation they had been
having. To Whizzer’s surprise, Marvin’s did as well. He had been speaking to an
unusually tall, curly blonde girl, who was grinning goofily at everyone in the
room.
“As you all know, today is the day we start our volleyball unit. We have your
teams, already written down, since we can’t trust any of you to choose your own
after what happened last year,” Charlotte rolled her eyes. Whizzer was too busy
gazing at Marvin, who already had turned his head back to the floor, to either
return it or make a joke about it.
 
“Matthew, you’re a team captain with Anna,” The gym teacher gestured vaguely
towards the side of the room. The two students emerged. “Your team is…” Whizzer
drowned his monotone voice out the moment Marvin’s head lifted up to glance
backwards at who was staring at him. It seemed to happen in slow motion. His
curls bounced as he tilted his head towards Whizzer, their eyes meeting for a
second time. Whizzer slumped forwards in his stance unconsciously, eyes drawn
to Marvin, an unwilling, dreamy smile shifting onto his pink lips.
 
“Whizzer Brown and Charlotte DuBois, our two team captains!” The gym teacher
grinned stupidly towards the two teenagers, and the rest of the teens grumbled
to themselves about how unfairly good that team would be. Whizzer and Charlotte
stalked over to where they were directed to stand. “With them, Jason Gershwin,
Trina Macintosh, Cordelia Baker, Mendel Wisenbachfeld, and Marvin Cohen.”
Whizzer’s eyes widened at the last name. Slowly, the kids moved to join them.
Trina and Mendel’s arms were linked, Charlotte huffing at that. Jason marched
over, still wearing his glasses even though they would inevitably be knocked
off by a volleyball or two during class time. Cordelia seemed to be the blonde
girl Whizzer had seen before. Marvin slunk towards the group, head bowed over.
Whizzer’s heartbeat quickened just a little more.
 
“Alright team, let’s huddle up!” Charlotte rubbed her hands together, and then
clapped them, the rest of the kids besides Whizzer jumping in surprise at how
loud she was. “Now, I know only Whizzer and I understand what an actual ‘sport’
is, but please, at least try to play correctly so that you don’t accidentally
touch the net and loose us a point. We already know we’re gonna have to carry
this team, so you’ve got some moving room.” Instantly, the group erupted into
offended replies to her blunt statement. Marvin fiddled with the two rings on
his left hand, Whizzer glancing down at his own hand, which still carried his
class ring. He had never given it to anyone, probably because that was such an
old thing to do. As he watched Marvin play with the crappy mood ring clutched
to his pointer finger, Whizzer wondered what his ring would look like in the
midst of the other two. His cheeks pinked.
 
“Excuse me, I know how to play sports, alright?” Trina Macintosh, the debate
team captain, snapped angrily. “Tennis is my fucking shit, so don’t try me,
DuBois.” She jabbed a finger in the direction of Charlotte, who coolly raised
an eyebrow towards her.
 
“You really want to go there, huh?” Charlotte stepped closer so that she’d bump
her and Trina’s chest together dangerously. “Fight me, Mac.” Cordelia squeaked,
and pushed the two lightly from one another, stepping in between them.
 
“Guys, stop,” She told the two girls softly. “It’s the first day, and you’re
already fighting.” She nursed her bottom lip under her top row of teeth for a
moment. “Also, I play basketball, so fuck you.” Charlotte let out an offended
gasp, and rolled her eyes.
 
“Basketball is nothing like volleyball!” Charlotte protested, Mendel groaning
loudly and resting his face in his hands. “Are we gonna have to settle this the
hard way?” Whizzer waved his arms indignantly around in the air, catching
everyone’s attention, including Marvin, who’s head lifted up just slightly to
watch him underneath the layers of curls.
 
“Shut the hell up, all of you!” Whizzer snarled annoyedly. “You’re acting like
children. We’re all what, sixteen, seventeen?” Jason raised his hand to
protest, but Whizzer ignored him. “Let’s just play volleyball, and have fun
with it, okay? It doesn’t matter, anyway. We’re just getting graded on
participation.”
 
“That’s an entirely different tune than the one you singing this morning, buddy
boy,” Charlotte grumbled under her breath, and Whizzer glowered down towards
her threateningly, before twisting his head back to the rest of the team.
“Fine. But I’m only gonna do this because you’re my best friend.”
 
“Thank you!” Whizzer cheerfully responded, a bright smile slipping onto his
face. “Now, I think we should all introduce ourselves to the group because
we’re gonna have to work together for about a month or so. We should get used
to one another.” Charlotte muttered something to herself, but Whizzer dismissed
it internally. She had already agreed to this. There was no backing out now.
 
“I’m Whizzer Brown,” He gestured to himself. “I’ve played volleyball for about
six years, on the travel team they’ve got over at the community center on main
street.” He pointed towards Cordelia, who blinked.
 
“Uh, I’m Cordelia Baker,” She grinned brightly at them, hopping on the tips of
her toes. “I’m good at throwing things. Also, baking. And I’m very excited to
be on a team with you amazing people!” She squealed, Charlotte rolling her eyes
behind Whizzer’s back.
 
“Mendel Wisenbachfeld, and this is my girlfriend, Trina Macintosh,” He gestured
to her. “We usually don’t do sports.” She wagged her finger in protest.
 
“Unless it’s something to do with debating,” She corrected him, Mendel shooting
her a thankful smile. This time it was Whizzer’s turn to roll his eyes. “Or
tennis.’
 
“Jason Gershwin, at your service,” He stuck out his hand, practically jumping
from excitement. After a moment of glancing around at the rest of the teens
standing beside him, Whizzer took it. That seemed to be the correct thing to
do, since Jason grinned in kind and shook it wildly. Whizzer uncomfortably
grimaced at the fact that Jason’s hand was practically dripping with sweat.
When they stop shaking, he not-so-subtly wiped it across his shorts. They all
slightly rotated to stare at Marvin, who folded his arms across his frumpy
brown shirt, ducking his head down towards the hardwood flooring of the gym.
 
“Marvin Cohen. I don’t want to be here,” He introduced himself after a moment,
eyes shifting around anxiously to the surrounding kids. His eyes landed on the
same plane as Whizzer’s, and once again, it was as if an explosion burst within
Whizzer’s chest, right on his heart. The taller sent him a soft, prying smile.
Marvin’s lips twitched in return. Charlotte glanced between the two, and rolled
her eyes for what must have been the fiftieth time that day.
 
“Alright, stop eye fucking, you’re gonna make me throw up,” She snapped,
Whizzer ripping his gaze away from Marvin’s steely eyes to look down at his
best friend, who was watching him dangerously. He shot her a fragile smile, and
twisted back to the rest of the kids.
 
“Okay then, kiddos!” Whizzer plastered on a wide grin. Trina narrowed her eyes,
and Mendel shielded his to protect them from the bright rays erupting from the
taller’s mouth. He raised a playful eyebrow, and clapped his hands together.
“Let’s get to playing!”
 
As it turns out, they all sucked at volleyball. Which, to Charlotte, wasn’t
that much of a surprise. Cordelia had noodle arms, meaning that she was only
really good at spiking the ball over the net, and nothing else. Trina was off
in her own world the entire time, bouncing on her heels as she bopped along to
some imaginary song playing in her head, so she had slammed by the ball more
than once. Mendel’s serve was shaky, and he’d just chuck it over the net
instead of actually hitting it in order to cast it over. Marvin, not
surprisingly (again, from Charlotte) sucked at both serving and just playing in
general. Whizzer was no help at all, since he just stared at the back of
Marvin’s head or his hidden face within the piles of curls on his head for most
of the period. Somehow, they had managed to win their first round of games with
one of the other teams, though.
 
“...With no help from you, dipshit,”Charlotte’s snarky, normal words floated
around Whizzer’s brain as he changed in the locker room, slugging on his blue-
and-yellow letterman jacket once more with pride before heading off to his
photography class.
 
He slipped into the back of the classroom, and took out his one notebook not
kept tidy and straightened out as though newly bought. It was tattered, and
full of scribbles. He adored it, and though they didn’t really need a notebook
for Photography, he still brought it so that he could doodle instead of paying
attention. He was already a bombass photographer anyway. The teacher, Miss
Greenberg, began to speak at the front of the class, the whispers from the
artistic kids dying down. He turned towards the notebook, and doodled a small
flower at the edge of the open paper. It seemed to spread its petals to the
overhead lighting. There was a shuffling behind him, and he shifted in his seat
to see none other than Marvin arriving late, looking like a shadow in his dark
clothing. He slumped into the seat right beside Whizzer, not daring to look at
the other boy, who was now completely oblivious to both his notebook and the
teacher.
 
“...Starting today, you’ll be preparing to both bulk up your portfolio and
truly show your skill to me with a project I’m sure you’ll all enjoy,”
Whizzer’s ears perked up at this, and he turned back to the front of the
classroom, though his eyes were still glancing back towards Marvin, who was
propped up loosely by his arms over at his desk, ignoring everything alive.
“You’ll be presenting a total of at least ten to twenty photos of things that
you love.” Instantly, an overjoyed smile spread across his face. His eyes
flickered towards Marvin, who was now staring confusedly at the teacher.
Slowly, his brown eyes slid over to meet Whizzer’s.
“Of course, that topic can include animals, foods, people…” The teacher’s voice
faded as Whizzer attempted the careful smile he had sent Marvin in gym about an
hour before. After a moment of hesitation, Marvin returned it softly, and
reached up a hand to brush the curls out of his eyes. Whizzer’s heartbeat sped
up, and his cheeks flushed as Marvin ducked his head down, the smile still
present on his lips. At that exact moment, Whizzer promised himself that he’d
get Marvin Cohen to fall in love with him, one way or another. Just to see that
elusive smile again. Whizzer slouched slightly in his seat to rest his chin on
his hand, the other moving in to doodle “M+W” in tiny hearts along the margins
of his notebook page, and he mentally prepared himself for whatever shit
Charlotte would give him at lunch. With Marvin wearing that stupid little grin,
it was impossible for Whizzer to really care about anything else.
***** High School Sweetheart *****
Chapter Notes
     hey, what?? staying on my writing schedule?? what a fucking surprise
   Whizzer Brown strolled into the gym the next day earlier than usual, a wide
smile on his face. They’d do better today. Yesterday had simply been a practice
round, and if he at least didn’t focus today, he was sure Charlotte would most
likely either kill him or shove his head into a toilet. Sure enough, she
stepped beside him after a moment, reaching up to yank him down closer with one
hand against his shoulder in silent warning.
 
   “Don’t fuck this up for me, Whiz,” She muttered out of the corner of her
mouth, Whizzer shooting her a confused glance from his towering stance beside
her. Her shook her off, and straightened his posture completely. “Volleyball,
idiot. What else could I be talking about?” Whizzer shrugged, gesturing to
Cordelia, who was excited describing something to Marvin. Surprisingly, he
appeared as though he were listening to her, but it was difficult to be mean to
Cordelia anyway.
 
   “I don’t like her!” Charlotte defended herself, crossing her arms over her
chest. “Just because she’s the only other lesbian at this school doesn’t mean
that I’m gonna start thirsting for her. I know you would, but I’m not gonna.”
Whizzer narrowed his eyes down at her.
 
   “That’s a rude thing to accuse of me,” He snapped, Charlotte rolling her
eyes annoyedly. “But not necessarily untrue. I’m pretty thirsty.” Marvin exited
the locker room then, looking at no one, and Whizzer instantly crumbled at the
sight of him, like a dog staring at a slab of meat. Charlotte scoffed.
 
   “You don’t have to tell me,” She muttered, shaking her head as she strolled
away. After a moment, she turned back, and yanked on Whizzer’s arm, pulling him
from the trance and into a walking pace. The gym teacher blew his whistle then
and announced the volleyball court assignments. Only then, when Whizzer had
positioned himself in the center, top line, right where he could easily spike
the ball over the net, did Charlotte let go of his arm, her fingernail markings
still stuck in his tan skin.
 
   So far, they were losing rather miserably. Seven to fifteen. The other team
was giggling at how awful they were. Mendel would get annoyed rather easily,
and slammed the volleyball against the ground multiple times. He also threw it
over the net to get it to the other team, meaning they’d be awarded yet another
point just for Mendel’s lack of knowledge about the game. Marvin really just
stood there, only hitting up the ball when it came close. He didn’t really care
all that much. Whizzer attempted to help him once, but Marvin just shrugged him
off, not really listening. Charlotte had also gone ballistic in Marvin’s
direction after he had missed a pretty easy shot, but she had stopped her
tantrum after a glance from Whizzer. It seemed like the good luck they had
during the first game had run out.
 
   But then Jason stepped up to serve, for the first time in the competition,
and his form was the greatest Whizzer had ever seen. He got them at least ten
points just by serving it carefully enough so that the ball would zip over the
net just barely, and drop to the ground on the other side, their opponents
having believed it wouldn’t go over the net. Everyone was surprised, of course,
since this was a nerdy, fourteen-year-old kid who’d skipped two grades. He was
shorter than Charlotte, shorter than Mendel, which was something else entirely.
But he could serve like nobody’s business. When they won that first game out of
the two they were supposed to plan that period, Whizzer could see the gears
turning in Charlotte’s head. Her dream of winning the volleyball competition
completely and achieving the bragging rights seemed to reappear.
 
   Somehow, they managed to slither in another win for their second, meaning
they hadn’t lost a game yet, surprisingly. Charlotte high-fived Jason, who
looked star-struck at the fact that a popular kid actually wanted to be near
him. As he ran off, Charlotte turned to look at her best friend, who was
watching the swinging boy's locker room door with a dampened expression.
 
   “What’s got your panties in a twist?” Charlotte hummed, and she picked up
their volleyball and dropped it into the labeled bin. Whizzer took his gaze
away, and let out a forlorn sigh.
 
   “I think Marvin might like me back, but I tried to reach out to him right
after the volleyball games, and he just...ran off,” Whizzer lamented, Charlotte
grumbling something under her breath. She slapped him on the back rather
roughly, as though trying to convey sympathy in her own special way, and
disappeared, hair bouncing, into the girl’s locker room. Whizzer spun on his
heel and went to change back into his clothes.
 
   He was one of the last boys out of the room. As the other baseball players,
and countless boys whom Whizzer knew left, he noticed that Marvin never once
walked past, since Whizzer had a locker by the front of the room. So either he
had slipped past in the background, dark hoodie and all, or he waited until
everyone left to exit the locker room. Testing this theory, Whizzer strolled
out when done, and leaned against the wall right beside the door of the locker
room. Luckily, Charlotte had already rushed off, since she had a Chem test the
next period that she wanted to get to early, so he didn’t have to worry about
her waiting for him. Sure enough, after a few minutes, Marvin emerged, head up,
curls pushed back just slightly out of his eye line. He tilted his head and
noticed Whizzer. Instantly, he leaped about five feet into the air and rushed
to speed off from Whizzer’s view. Somehow, the taller reacted quickly and
reached out to grab the boy.
 
   His long fingers curled around the baggy arm of Marvin’s sweatshirt and the
shorter squealed like a trapped pig. He flailed around in Whizzer’s grip, who
was watching in worry.
 
   “Please don’t beat me up, I know I fucking suck at volleyball, but don’t
hurt me,” Marvin practically sobbed, Whizzer’s eyes widening at the pleas
coming from the boy he was holding onto.
 
   “No, no, no, I’m not gonna beat you up!” Whizzer promised, loosening his
grip slightly, though not enough to let Marvin run off. He needed to talk to
him. “I swear. I’m not gonna beat you up for that. I would never.” Slowly,
Marvin stopped flailing and spun himself around in Whizzer’s hold to look at
him in shock.
 
   “Seriously?” He furrowed his eyebrows in slight shock. Whizzer’s lips
shifted into a dopey smile at the sight of Marvin’s actual face, which was
unusual since his head was down from worldview at least ninety percent of the
time.
 
   “Yeah,” Whizzer giggled in a slight trance, Marvin’s eyebrows furrowing even
more. Whizzer’s hand snapped from his sweatshirt, as he shook himself slightly,
cheeks filling with color. “I mean, yeah.” He dropped his voice down a register
or two in order to appear manly in front of the other boy. He didn’t really
know why. Marvin was an art kid, for fucks sake.
 
   “I just wanted to, uh…” Whizzer directed his attention down to his shoes and
wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans. “I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to
practice with me. Today. After school. So that, you know, you could get better
at volleyball, and Charlotte wouldn’t get so angry at you.” Marvin blinked, as
though he didn’t really get what Whizzer had told him. To be honest, most of it
was unintelligible due to Whizzer’s rushing his words out from his nervousness.
 
   “Oh,” Marvin spoke after a few moments of silence. “Right. Okay. Sure.
I’ll...uh...I’ll meet you in here. After school. Right.” He turned on his heel
and walked away. His footsteps rang out against the gym ceiling. Whizzer
watched him, a starstruck expression hanging off his face. The moment Marvin
was out of earshot, heading to whatever class he had next, Whizzer shrieked out
of excitement, and thrust a fist in the air, spinning around in a circle. The
rest of the day, he continually hummed “Saving All My Love For You” under his
breath.
 
   
   As the final bell sounded, Whizzer waved goodbye to Charlotte, who was left
on the curb with an annoyed expression on her face due to his antics, and raced
down to the gym. He abandoned his bag by the open doors and smiled at the gym
teacher, who was cleaning up. He grabbed one of the volleyballs and
experimentally chucked it over the net. It soared and hit the other wall. There
was a fake cough from behind him, and Whizzer whipped around to see Marvin
stood there, hunched over with a backpack slumped against his shoulder. He
shook it off and dropped it beside Whizzer’s. He straightened up slightly, and
walked carefully over to the jock, as though he still suspected he’d get beaten
up, and that this was just a set-up to get him alone. Whizzer grinned goofily
at him, as Marvin stood there awkwardly, neither speaking a word.
 
   “Uh…” Marvin began after a few minutes. “You gonna get the volleyball, or
should I?” Whizzer blinked and then stuttered out a laugh. He rushed underneath
the volleyball net, skidding slightly on the slick gym floor, and scooped up
the ball into his arms. He presented it to Marvin rather idiotically, cursing
himself for chucking it over the net in the first place. Marvin didn’t seem to
mind, though. In fact, it looked like he had cracked a small smile for a moment
or two, before his face sunk back into the mold of passive-aggressiveness it
always was. Whizzer gestured for him to focus, and stepped back towards where
the back row would stand, bending down into the serve position.
 
   “Okay, I’m gonna teach you how to serve first,” Whizzer explained, leaning
down. Marvin nodded, and he watched as Whizzer demonstrated the correct hand
positions. “Curl your fingers, right? But keep your thumb up. Now bend your
knees, so that the ball is stretched out in front of you. Lock your elbow,
since that’s where all your power is gonna come from. Hit the ball with the
joint where your hand connects with your wrist.” He pulled his arm back, and
hit the ball, shooting it over the net. It bounced to a halt at the other side,
resting in almost the perfect center of that section of the court. Whizzer
hopped over, attempting to appear cool, and scooped it up. He chucked it in
Marvin’s direction, who fumbled to catch the ball. Whizzer gestured for him to
move to the spot he had once been stood in. Marvin bent his knees and held his
arm out in front of him.
 
   “Curl your fingers,” Whizzer reminded, and Marvin curled them in as told,
sticking out his thumb. He wound his arm back and bit his lip in concentration.
Whizzer practically melted into a puddle on the floor at that. He hit the ball,
though it just slammed into the net, instead of going all the way over. Whizzer
clapped goodnaturedly. “Marvin, that was great! Way better than my first time
doing it.” He grinned and grabbed the ball once more.
 
   “I think you’re gonna need to get the curls out of your face,” Whizzer
contemplated, and shrugged off his letterman jacket. He cast the jacket onto
his backpack carelessly and yanked the hair tie he always kept around his
wrist, in case Charlotte needed it, or one of the girls on the cheer team, or
the pep band, off. He passed it to Marvin, who looked at it with an expression
Whizzer didn’t recognize. The shorter’s cheeks pinked, as his eyes widened, the
dark irises shining up at Whizzer. After a second of recognition, Marvin tied
his curls back in a messy bun. He looked absolutely adorable. Whizzer just
smiled at him, and then picked up the volleyball, again, from where he had set
it down while taking off his letterman. He stepped beside Marvin, then, and
bent him into the position, passing the ball into Marvin’s hand.
 
   Their fingers skimmed across each other’s as Whizzer directed Marvin’s
fingers down, and pointed at the direct spot Marvin needed to use to hit the
ball over. Marvin bit his lip once more and attempted to hit it over. This
time, it didn’t even come close to the net. It flailed out of Marvin’s hand and
bounced on the ground. Whizzer grimaced. This was going to take longer than he
thought.
 
   
   About an hour later, they hadn’t gotten the ball over the net yet. Marvin’s
mood was dropping more and more with every attempt, as was Whizzer’s. It looked
impossible. Finally, Whizzer passed the ball over. Marvin caught it
surprisingly well.
 
   “Fine, just one more try, alright? And then we can leave,” Whizzer agreed,
Marvin nodding in reply. “Just...picture that ball as the person you hate the
most. And then, when you hit it over, it’s like you’re throwing them over a
cliff. When I was angsty back in middle school, I’d do that.” Marvin returned
to position, and shut his eyes, deep in thought. When he whipped him open, he
took a deep breath and rushed to serve it. The ball soared over the net, and
landed as Whizzer’s had done, almost in the center of the other side of the
court. Both boys stared at it for a moment, before freaking out of excitement.
 
   Whizzer jumped up, whooping as he danced to the music that wasn’t there.
Marvin just grinned, presenting his shining teeth to the bright overhead lights
of the gym. Whizzer stopped dancing to admire his companion’s smile,
practically tripping over his feet at the sight of it.
 
   “You hit it over, Marv!” He giggled and threw his arms around Marvin’s
shoulders out of happiness. The boy stiffened, and then there were arms snaking
around his waist, returning the hug. “I mean...uh...Marvin.” He pulled back,
and Marvin’s grin faltered, before disappearing back into its cage completely.
Whizzer’s did as well, as he laughed awkwardly, and completely removed himself
from Marvin.
 
   “Can you put the volleyball away, then?” Whizzer turned his back on Marvin,
strolling over to tug his letterman back on. There was shuffling, and Whizzer
watched out of the corner of his eye as Marvin plopped the volleyball back into
the container with the rest of them. Whizzer scooped up his backpack, too
distracted by mentally chiding himself for making Marvin uncomfortable with the
accidental nickname and fucking everything up to notice Marvin coming up behind
him. Marvin’s arm shot out in the same way Whizzer’s had hours before, stopping
him from leaving.
 
   “Hey,” Marvin got his attention, Whizzer staring down at him. “Thanks for
helping me. It actually made me feel a lot better about this volleyball
competition. Maybe we’ll really win.” He shrugged then, and held his backpack
to his chest, not bothering to sling it over his shoulder like before. Whizzer
smiled gratefully down at him.
 
They walked together to the front doors of the school, where Whizzer’s bike was
waiting, along with a note from Charlotte. He picked it up and then showed it
to Marvin. A very detailed drawing of a middle finger. Marvin actually laughed,
which was a first. At the sound, Whizzer fell just a bit more in love with him.
Whizzer slid on his helmet, as Marvin began to walk down the sidewalk. He
returned his attention to his bike. Riding away, he had almost made it out of
the parking lot, when-
 
   “Just letting you know,” Marvin called out to him, hands cupped around his
mouth. “I wasn’t thinking of you when I served that ball. So you don’t have to
worry, Whiz.” The grin from before appeared when he used that nickname, which
was visible on purpose. Whizzer was sure the red from his cheeks was visible
from space. He stumbled out a reply and was barely able to focus on biking
home. He couldn’t sleep that night, either. His attention was too taken up by
the replaying sound of Marvin’s windchime laugh and that stupid grin he almost
never showed.

***** Knight in Shining Armour *****
Chapter Notes
     might be some mistakes cause i don't have time to really edit it :
     ( love you !! - anna
     (ALSO SLUR USAGE!! slight trigger warning!! just be safe)
About a week or so passed, and somehow, they were still winning games. Marvin
faltered slightly whenever he was up to serve, though Whizzer made sure to
cheer him on, even if the ball usually went soaring up towards the ceiling
instead of over the net itself. Once it got stuck in one of the basketball nets
that was hanging down from the previous class.
 
Charlotte fixed her hair in the mirror she kept hanging up against the inside
of her locker. The mirror was less for her, and more for Whizzer, since he
usually wandered over to her locker to walk with her to their next class
together. He’d preen himself, before Charlotte had to drag him away, mumbling
something about how Whizzer was like the modern-day Narcissus.
 
This time, though, she was admiring herself. Whizzer had, yet again, run off
after Marvin instead of waiting for her, since he had photography next.
Charlotte didn’t care for Calculus, which is what she had next (she had taken
Geometry in eighth grade, along with Algebra I) and so was looking for a way to
waste time. Shutting her locker quietly, her ears perked up at the sound of
whimpering, and rough laughter. Frowning, Charlotte clutched her binder tight
to her chest, and walked towards the direction of which the sound was coming
from. Twisting around into the always empty East hallway, since no one ever had
an assigned locker in there, she gasped at the sight of Cordelia being smacked
against a locker. There was a duo of football jocks stood there, ones Charlotte
recognized as being the ones who had egged Whizzer’s house after he’d come out
publicly. She dropped her books, and stormed over. Cordelia turned her head,
struggling in the main one, Steven’s, tight hold on the collar of her sweater.
 
“Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to beat up a girl?” Charlotte cocked an
eyebrow, and then reached up with one cool fist to sock Steven’s groupie in the
jaw. The man fell backwards, stunned by her strength, even if she was at least
six inches shorter.
 
“Get outta here, dyke,” Steven hissed, Charlotte blinking as spit from his
speech landed on her face. She wiped it off with one hand disgustedly. “We were
just doing business with another of your kind.” She cocked an eyebrow, sticking
out her right hip sassily.
 
“First of all, who the fuck do you think you are?” She snapped angrily,
reaching up with a hand to grab at his, which was still holding onto Cordelia.
She yanked his fingers backwards off the fabric one by one, then shoved him
backwards. He stumbled slightly, but still lumbered over her. Cordelia scurried
out of the way, watching in fascination. “Secondly, if by ‘your kind’ you mean
a strong woman who’s being wrongly targeted for her sexuality, you’re right.”
 
“You better watch your mouth, missy, before I shut it for ya,” Steven warned,
curling up one of his big fists. Charlotte let out a scoff, crossing her arms
over her chest.
 
“What’re you gonna do? Hit me?” She grinned, showing off her teeth. “‘Cause you
know I can hit back twice as hard.” There was a standoff for a moment, and then
Steven rushed at her. Before his fist even got close to connecting with her
face, Charlotte kicked up her leg, kneeing him in the balls. He let out a yelp,
and crumbled to the floor.
 
“Get out of here, bitch boy,” She spit onto her hand, and as he began to crawl
up to get back on his feet so that he could leave the unmonitored hallway, she
slapped him across the face roughly. “Been waiting to do that ever since you
called Whiz a fag.” He tugged at his buddy, who was still on the floor. The two
tripped over their feet, racing to get out. After their footsteps stopped
ringing in the hallway, Charlotte found herself with an arm-full of pretty
girl. Cordelia wrapped her arms around Charlotte’s neck, hugging her tightly,
though she had to bend down to do so.
 
“Charlotte! You saved me,” Cordelia gushed, Charlotte trying not to have a
spasm as Cordelia’s soft blonde hair tickled the side of her face. “Thank you.
I was scared no one would find me, but you did! You’re a lifesaver.” She pulled
back, a wide smile on her face. The same dopey grin Charlotte always found
Whizzer wearing whenever Marvin was around slipped onto her face.
 
“It was nothing,” Charlotte shrugged bashfully. What the fuck are you doing?
Stay cool, DuBois. She’s not even that hot.Cordelia pushed back the curls
around her face, pink lips stretching as she smiled down at the other girl.
 
“Don’t be silly!” Cordelia giggled charmingly, lightly pushing against
Charlotte’s side. “You really did. I was gonna have a black eye if you didn’t
come to my rescue.” Charlotte slumped slightly. You’re lucky no one’s throwing
a baseball towards you right now, or else you’d end up with a nosebleed like
Whizzer. Pull yourself together, Charlotte!
 
“Can I walk you to class?” Charlotte questioned, before snapping out of her
trance. “I mean...just in case those dickbags don’t come back?” Cordelia smiled
sweetly at her, and nodded joyfully, curls bouncing as she did so. Bending
down, she picked up the books she had dropped when the jocks had surrounded
her.
 
“Sure, Charlotte, that would be wonderful,” She agreed, Charlotte giving her a
thumbs-up, before strolling back and picking up her own work. The two walked,
close together, until Cordelia found the art room. Charlotte waved goodbye to
her, and Cordelia just smiled, returning the wave as she entered the room to
explain what had happened to her teacher. Charlotte floated off to her Calculus
class, head in the clouds. Now she understood how Whizzer felt.
 
“What do you mean, ‘I’m not gonna eat lunch with you today?’” Charlotte
furrowed her eyebrows, as Whizzer wrung his hands.
 
“I mean, I’m not gonna eat lunch with you today because I’m eating it with
Marvin,” Whizzer explained, not looking at his best friend. “He’s taking me to
the park to teach me how to play chess.” Charlotte huffed annoyedly.
 
“Fucking chess,” She shook her head, and kicked at one of the rocks that had
fallen out of one person or another’s shoe. “Oh well. I guess I’ll just sit
with the rest of the soccer girls.” Whizzer grinned goofily down at her, and
punched her shoulder goodnaturedly.
 
“‘Atta girl,” He cheered, his best friend rolling her eyes. They halted their
stroll to lunch at the cafeteria doors. Cordelia looked up, and grinned at
Charlotte, motioning frantically for her to sit next to her. Whizzer shot
Charlotte a confused look, though it disappeared once he noticed the lovesick
expression on the shorter’s face. “Eat your words, DuBois. Eat them and weep.”
She waved him off, already underneath Cordelia’s spell.
 
“Get lost, Brown,” She chided him softly. “I’ve got a seat next to the
prettiest girl in the world.” Floating on air, she drifted off, grinning as
Cordelia saw her coming, and moved so that Charlotte could sit beside her.
Whizzer shook his head, and strolled out to the parking lot, where Marvin was
waiting beside Whizzer’s assumed bike.
 
“Here,” Whizzer gestured, holding out the helmet to him when he reached the
other boy. Marvin took it, and slid the protection onto his head, clicking it
so that he was safe. Whizzer hopped onto his bike, and slid as far forward onto
the seat as he could. Marvin shifted on as well, and wrapped his arms around
Whizzer’s waist. Beginning to pedal, Marvin laughed, muffled by Whizzer’s
letterman jacket, as they left the school grounds for the local Lakeview park.
 
Arriving, Marvin jumped off, and unhooked the helmet. Whizzer locked his bike
up against a tree, though there was no need, since bikes usually weren’t stolen
around their small town.
“Come on, the chess sets are over here,” Marvin waved with a hand, Whizzer
following dutifully, still feeling the ghost of Marvin’s hold around his waist.
“Come on! We’ve only got an hour.” Whizzer plopped down in one of the stone
seats, observing the chess set in front of him with a curious eye. Marvin sat
down across from him, the camera he had retrieved from his bag banging against
his sweatshirt.
 
“This is a king,” Marvin gestured, speaking slowly as though he were speaking
to a child. “Treat ‘em nice, alright? You gotta protect him.” Whizzer playfully
rolled his eyes at his companion.
 
“Marvin, I know how to play chess,” He told him, a smile slipping onto his
face. “I just haven’t played it in a while.” Marvin murmured something to
himself, but moved first since his pieces were white. Within five minutes,
Marvin had already checkmated Whizzer. The taller threw his hands up in
protest.
 
“You cheated!” Whizzer yelped, Marvin laughing at him. His grin was prettier
outside, where the sunlight reflected on his teeth. Whizzer was too distracted
to protest anymore, to say the least. He was also too distracted to focus on
the next chess game. Marvin won again.
 
“Wait, just let me play by myself for a second,” Whizzer waved him off,
focusing intensely on the board. Marvin stood, obeying his orders. “I wanna win
against you.”
 
“Alright, I’ll leave you alone,” He grinned. Whizzer’s tongue stuck out the
side of his mouth as he hunched over the board, eyeing which pieces to move. He
reached out, and pushed one pawn forwards. “Good move.” Whizzer waved him off,
but he smiled at the praise nonetheless. Sneakily, Marvin moved his camera up
to his face, and snapped a photo of the perched Whizzer to use for his
photography project.
 
“I think I’m ready,” Whizzer told him after a few minutes more. “Let’s play.”
Marvin chuckled, and returned to his seat. They played one more game before
heading back to the school, and Whizzer won. Marvin would never admit that he
had let him.
 
They had gym last period that day, and still about thirty minutes into the
period, they hadn't scored a single point. It was Marvin’s turn to serve. A
girl on the other team, Sarah, kicked it underneath the net, and smiled
reassuringly at the boy, though they most likely had never interacted before.
His hands shook as he got into position. His eyes searched for Whizzer, who was
stood towards the far left of the top row, since he had served last.
 
He grinned goofily at the other boy, and Marvin took a breath. He spiked it
over the net for what had to be the second time in the entirety of the
competition. The other team watched, shocked, as it bounced to the floor of the
other side of the net, and hit the wall behind them. The score on the board
beside them changed from 0 to 10, to 1 to 10. Whizzer’s grin spread as
Charlotte twisted in her spot as center middle line, sending a proud smile in
Marvin’s direction. He returned it shakily, and the ball came rolling under
once more. He served it again perfectly, though this time, the other team was
ready. One of the boys, Logan, hit the ball back over the net, and hit Cordelia
in the side of the head. Her always smile didn’t once waver, though Charlotte
looked like she was ready to kill the other team for that.
 
So the other team served, and suddenly, Whizzer’s team began to rack up points
against them. Trina served, surprisingly well, as did Jason. Whizzer ended his
walk right behind Jason, who was now center in the top row, shaking since he
couldn’t spike to save his life. The net was way taller than him.
 
“You can do it, bud!” Whizzer cheered him on kindly, and Jason’s shoulder
loosened just slightly. If they got this point, they would win. If they didn’t,
the other team would tie with them, meaning it would just take longer to
actively win. The other team served, and the ball soared over the net. In
almost slow motion, Jason leapt upwards, head and shoulders moving above the
net. His one hand connected with the ball in a smack. Crumbling to the floor
since he lost his balance, Jason lay there, chest heaving, as the ball bounced
against the ground, scoring them the winning point. Their team erupted into
excited cheers, Whizzer picking Jason up from the ground, who looked extremely
dazed.
 
“Let’s all meet up at Lakeview Diner to celebrate!” Cordelia exclaimed, the
rest nodding, although due to their social groups they would have never hung
out with each other under any other circumstance. Jason then collected himself,
and tottered uneasily on his feet. The girls rushed off to change, as the bell
rung, and Mendel led Jason towards the boys locker room, Jason still in some
sort of comatose shock. Whizzer glanced down towards Marvin, who was smiling at
him coyly.
 
“Can I hitch a ride with you?” Marvin asked, Whizzer’s mouth dropping open
slightly. He snapped it shut, cheeks flooding at how beautiful the other boy
was.
 
“S-Sure,” Whizzer agreed, a grin spreading onto his face. Marvin nodded, waved
to him, and disappeared into the boy’s locker room. Whizzer secretly pumped a
fist in the air, and then bounced after him. He couldn’t waste any time.
***** Dinner and a Show *****
Chapter Notes
     wow this is really late because i was playing the sims ?? whoops also
     look out for the mistakes that will most likely be in here because i
     can't focus cause i'm sad lmao please enjoy this shit chapter :)
Whizzer pulled up to the diner to see the gang waiting for them inside of one
of the large windows. Charlotte waved, smirking knowingly as Marvin hopped off
the back of his bike and once again handed him his helmet. He locked up his
bike, and they went inside.
 
“Uh, we’re just meeting up with some of our friends,” Whizzer explained to one
of the waiters who was stood at the door, ready to get them a table. The duo
strolled towards the table, and squeezed in beside one another, Mendel and
Trina right beside them. On the other side was Jason, Charlotte, and Cordelia.
“This is a little strange,” Trina admitted, as Mendel freed one of his arms to
wrap around her shoulders. They were sat in one of those semi-circular tables,
meaning there was a bit more of extra space than a normal booth would have
given them. “I mean, usually I just hang out with Mendel and my cat.” Charlotte
snorted at that, Trina shooting her a stern glare.
 
“It’s just funny that the only two people you hang with are the ones who’ll
never tell you to shut up about how many fucking scholarships you’re getting,”
Charlotte told her, shrugging nonchalantly. Cordelia gasped, and hit her
lightly, though a satisfied smile spread onto her face. Trina narrowed her eyes
for a moment at Charlotte, the other girl doing the same, before she smiled
slightly, hands loosening on her menu.
 
“I think you and I are going to be alright, DuBois,” She told her, Charlotte
smiling as she did so. Jason swung his legs, the back of his shoes bumping
against the ends of the shared bench annoyingly. “If you don’t stop swinging
your legs I’m gonna have to do it for you.” Jason stopped, though there was
still a slight smile on his face. He banged the table one more time, and
Charlotte let out a playful groan, the rest of the group bursting into laughter
as she attempted to launch herself across the table. After that, the
conversation just seemed to flow.
 
They ordered a bunch of appetizers to split between the seven of them, chewing
with their mouths open, talking loudly. At one point Marvin chucked a bunch of
fries at Mendel. There was no doubt about the fact that they were totally
annoying the rest of the customers. At one point or another, Whizzer’s foot
rested on Marvin’s, and neither moved them.
 
“You wanna share a milkshake with me?” Cordelia suggested when Charlotte was
contemplating whether or not to order ice cream. Cheeks aflame, so red you
could see the change in color through her dark skin, she nodded in agreement,
the blonde girl grinning as she did so. As the waiter walked off with their ice
cream orders, Mendel cleared his throat, waving with the hand still clutching
Trina’s opposite shoulder to gain everyone’s attention.
 
“Okay, so this is fun and all, right?” He started, the rest nodding,
conversations between both Whizzer and Marvin, along with Jason and Cordelia
halting in their tracks. “But, I mean, are we really ever gonna hang like this
again? We’re not in the same social groups. I know for a fact Whizzer wouldn’t
be caught dead hanging with me in school. We’re just doing this ‘cause no one
else comes to this diner that we know.”
 
“Well, maybe it’s time we stop doing that,” Charlotte suggested, puffing out
her chest as she leaned forwards. Cordelia smiled at her reassuringly. “I mean,
maybe, if we show we’re friends with fuckin’ nerds like you guys, they’ll stop
beating you up.” Whizzer glanced around the table, and then nodded slowly,
agreeing with his best friend.
 
“Radical,” A wide-spread grin appeared on Jason’s face as he gushed this. “I’m
friends with the cool kids!” Surprisingly, though the tone had been dampened
slightly by Mendel’s observation, Marvin giggled at that. Whizzer’s blush
spread to the tips of his ears at the sound, and practically everyone besides
the two boys let out silent groans.
 
“Alright, alright, back to the good stuff,” Trina waved her hands, and everyone
relaxed slightly. “I know my boyfriend enjoys destroying everyone’s fun, so
I’ll bring it back. Let’s play Never Have I Ever.” Charlotte rolled her eyes,
Cordelia clapping excitedly.
 
“What are we, sixth grade girls?” She cocked an eyebrow, Cordelia lighting
hitting her on the arm.
 
“Lighten up a little, Charlotte!” She chided playfully, Charlotte’s shoulders
slumping in defeat due to her complete infatuation with the other girl. Whizzer
smirked knowingly, mimicing Charlotte’s expression from when he had arrived at
the diner. His best friend shot him a quick glare.
 
“Never have I ever been given a strange nickname,” Trina began, holding up five
fingers triumphantly. Cordelia dropped one of hers downwards, but Whizzer did
not, to everyone’s shock. He glanced around at the table.
 
“What are you guys looking at? Whizzer’s my real name,” He promised them. “My
mom got it from a commercial she saw on the waiting room television.” Marvin
snickered at that, another side of him slowly coming out. He rolled up his
sleeve as he did so, and removed the hair tie around his wrist, the same one
Whizzer had given him before. He tied up his hair into a messy bun, curls still
tumbling from it. Whizzer’s heart practically melted.
 
“Never have I ever had a scrapbook,” Charlotte grumbled out her contribution.
Cordelia, sticking out her tongue in defeat, put another finger down. Charlotte
glanced towards the girl beside her, and huffed out a laugh.
 
“Not that surprised that you’ve had one,” She told Cordelia, who shrugged,
wiggling her remaining fingers in amusement.
 
“I still have one,” She corrected. “In fact, I might put some pictures of you
guys in it.” She grinned at them, and Jason squealed out of excitement from the
fact that he finally had some fucking friends.
 
“Never have I ever...had a bloody nose,” Cordelia spoke, a giggle erupting. She
scrunched up her nose. Mendel put his finger down, as did Whizzer, though
slowly. Marvin did as well.
 
“I used to get them all the time as a kid,” Marvin shrugged as he explained.
“We don’t know why. I think I was just really sensitive.”
 
“I, uh, I broke my nose once,” Mendel told them. “I was playing soccer with my
older sister and she kicked it at my face. So it started bleeding, and then I
went to the hospital. Not that exciting.” Trina nodded towards Whizzer, who was
refusing to look at anyone else at the table.
 
“What about you, Whizzer?” She questioned, Charlotte chuckling. Whizzer glanced
up, cheeks hot.
 
“I...um, got slammed in the face by a baseball a few days ago. Got a bloody
nose from that,” He told them shakily, Charlotte rolling her eyes. “Just wasn’t
paying attention.”
 
“If by not paying attention he mean staring at Marvin, then yeah, he wasn’t
paying attention,” Charlotte stage-whispered to Cordelia, who snickered, though
she didn’t really get the joke due to her ditziness. The gang laughed
goodnaturedly at Charlotte’s joke, Whizzer turning bright pink. Marvin looked
up at him, before speaking his line. Whizzer felt like his ears were filled
with water. He couldn’t hear a word anyone said after he clocked out for the
night.
 
When they reached Marvin’s apartment complex there were no cars in front of his
house since his older brother was off at community college, and his parents
were at work. Whizzer parked his bike on the sidewalk. He awkwardly walked
Marvin up to his door, and was about to turn around, when Marvin grabbed onto
his arm, not unlike how he had about a week before.
 
“Was that true, what Charlotte said?” Marvin questioned quietly, Whizzer’s
blood running cold. “How you got a bloody nose because you were looking at me?”
Whizzer twisted in his grip, Marvin tightening his hold on his letterman
jacket. So he had already figured out Whizzer’s plan to escape, buy a fake I.D,
and then hide away in remote Alaska for the rest of his life. Maybe he’d become
a sled dog trainer and grow a beard. Hopefully Charlotte would be alright just
writing him letters.
 
“Yeah,” Whizzer breathed out through his nose, and Marvin dropped his hold on
his arm. Whizzer turned fully towards him, accepting his fate. “Yeah.” Marvin’s
cheeks pinked in surprise.
 
“Oh,” Marvin replied awkwardly. “I thought she was just joking. I’m not that
pretty to look at.” Whizzer scoffed, and rolled back on his heels.
 
“You’re too modest,” Whizzer promised him. “You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever
met.” Whizzer smiled softly as he watched Marvin’s cheeks turn from pink to
bright red, blushing drastically.
 
“You really think so?” Marvin leaned closer, a strange twinkle appearing in his
eye as he did so. Whizzer bent down slightly so that their faces were closer
together.
 
“Yeah, I do,” Whizzer responded breathily, and then he was kissing Marvin. The
other boy responded enthusiastically, flinging his arms around Whizzer’s neck
and pushing up onto the tips of his toes to kiss him. Their lips moved together
softly, tentatively, Marvin’s hand curling around Whizzer’s letterman collar to
clutch him close. They kissed in the darkness of the overhead of Marvin’s
apartment, before Whizzer’s phone rang, and they pulled back. Marvin’s chest
was heaving, knocked out by the kiss. Whizzer pulled out his phone
distractedly, and realized it was his mother calling. Letting out a sigh, he
turned back towards Marvin.
 
“I gotta get home,” He explained, and let go of the shorter boy. He slipped his
helmet on, and hopped onto his bike. Marvin raced out onto the sidewalk as he
backed off.
 
“Wait, Whiz-” Marvin cut himself off with a sigh as Whizzer disappeared around
the corner. Shaking his head, he trudged into his apartment complex, keys
jingling as he replayed what had just happened over and over again.
 
* * *
 
When Marvin exited his Creative Writing class exactly two days after the kiss,
since there had been a weekend between them, Whizzer was stood right outside
the door, waiting for him. As the rest of the nerdy writing students passed
they shot confused glances towards the two boys standing there, Marvin shocked
and Whizzer holding out his arm. Slowly, Marvin took it, and Whizzer led him
down the hallway, smile on his face growing as Marvin slumped into him
slightly. Their paces matched, Whizzer’s long legs contrasting with Marvin’s
short ones, the duo strolling towards the gym, as that was their next period.
 
The sound of skin hitting volleyball sounded out through the gym. The buzzer
rang. Another point for the other team. It seemed as though their somehow-good-
luck had finally run out. Charlotte sighed, drooping her shoulders as she
glanced up at the net in front of her, angling her arms to already be
outstretched to meet the volleyball if it came her way.
 
Whizzer scratched the side of his face against his many freckles, poofed up
hair bouncing as he jumped from side to side. Marvin was beside him. Neither
had spoken about the kiss. The ball soured over the net, and Marvin whapped it
over the net. A point for them. They were only about four points away from the
other team, then, and the ball bounced underneath the net for Trina to serve.
She did, albeit messily. It barely got over the net. Another point for them.
Charlotte bent her knees, and the other team hit it back over, since Trina’s
serve was better that time. She spiked it over the net, whooping as it barely
missed slamming into the ceiling. It landed smack on the ground.
 
Needless to say, they won again. Whizzer, a breathless grin on his face, turned
to find Marvin to see that damn grin, although there was that needed
conversation about what had occured on his apartment doorstep, but -
 
He wasn’t there. Whizzer’s face fell instantly, his heart dropping to the
bottom of his stomach. Mendel slapped him on the back in congratulations, too
deep in conversation with Jason to notice Whizzer’s stand-still expression.
With slumped shoulders, Whizzer stalked back into the locker room. Marvin was
nowhere to be found.
***** Matchmaker, Matchmaker *****
Chapter Notes
     barely on time, again!! i avoided editing for the entire fucking day
     also get pumped for the next chapter :;;))
Whizzer Brown waltzed into school that Wednesday, still looking around for any
sight of Marvin after the two days that had passed, and was met with a
practically melting Jason Gershwin. His limbs were flailing in every direction
at once as he tugged Whizzer into the nearest empty classroom to speak out of
sight from the rest of their peers, sweat dripping down his forehead while he
struggled to catch his breath.
 
“What the hell, are you okay?” Whizzer stammered out, grabbing at Jason’s
elbows to stop him from shaking so much. “Why are you freaking out?” Jason took
a shaky breath, his chest faltering.
 
“I just ran across the entire span of the school to catch you,” Jason explained
breathlessly, reaching up with one hand to hold it to his chest so that he
could feel his heartbeat. “I need your help. Desperately.” Whizzer furrowed his
eyebrows, and let go of Jason’s elbows. The shorter propped himself against the
opposite wall of the doorway they were stood in.
 
“Why? Did you, like, get in trouble with the police or something?” Whizzer
asked him, and then shook his head. “No, you’re not cool enough. No offense.”
Jason sighed.
 
“It’s fine, I mean, I know I’m not cool enough,” He shrugged, and then dived
back into his meltdown. “I need you to help me impress this girl. I really like
her, and you’re super rad, so I thought you’d might be able to help me.”
 
“Okay, little dude,” Whizzer grinned his signature grin down at him, and patted
his shoulder. The grin faltered, as he retracted his hand, and wiped it on his
pant-leg. “Jesus, you’re like a wet gecko, or some shit. We gotta do something
about how sweaty you are.” Jason, however, didn’t seem to hear the last few
sentences from the older boy. He cheered, and pushed his curls back off his
forehead in order to wipe some of sweat from his skin.
 
“Great! Good,” Jason murmured. “Her name is Heather Levin. She’s a cheerleader
freshman, so she’s my age, and I tutored about a month ago in English. She’s
really pretty and smart and sweet but whenever I’m near her I kinda turn into
this stuttering mess.” He flushed pink.
 
“I know how you feel,” Whizzer replied, thoughts floating back to Marvin for a
moment. “By the way, have you seen Marvin anywhere?” Jason shook his head, eyes
widening.
 
“Not since the volleyball game. Why, are you looking for him?” Jason wiggled
his eyebrows then, and Whizzer waved him off, returning into the rush of
students in the hallway in order to escape his friend’s teasing.
 
“Hey, wait!” Jason called after him, as one of the cheerleading girls, Elle,
grabbing at Whizzer’s arm excitedly as she began to describe in depth the party
she went to the week before. Whizzer waved goodbye towards Jason, who looked
crestfallen.
 
“Catch me at lunch, little camper!” He yelled, cupping one hand against the
side of his mouth to make sure the younger could hear him. He began to stroll
then, matching Elle’s pace, pretending to listen as his eyes searched the
crowds for a particular, short, curly-haired boy.


Charlotte wished her hands would stop shaking so goddamn much. Just because she
was planning on asking out Cordelia later that day didn’t mean her entire
Woodshop project had to be ruined due to her unfocused mind. Sighing angrily,
she set down the current model car she was crafting out of her excess pieces
(her project for that two week span or so had already been finished) and waited
for the bell to ring. Finally, it did, and she scooped up her books, rushing
out so that she’d be able to catch Cordelia before she inevitably floated off
in a daydream during lunch like she usually did.
 
Practically throwing her books intp her locker, Charlotte sped down the
hallway, the crowd parting like the Red Sea, though her classmates were less
than surprised. Since Charlotte was the only girl on the wrestling team - she
had fought the school for that right back in Freshman year - she would run
daily with the rest of the team as a warmup through the hallways. Though that
day, she was really the only one running.
 
Bursting out into the small courtyard that a few choice students sat at for
lunch, normally the losers who couldn’t grab a seat in the cafeteria, she
spotted Cordelia. The blonde usually sat in the normal lunchroom, but that day
she had told Charlotte to meet her in the school courtyard for lunch since it
was pretty day outside. Cordelia glanced up from the flowers she was admiring,
and smiled sweetly over at Charlotte, who swooned visibly and drifted over.
 
“Hey, Delia,” Charlotte greeted her, slumping beside the girl on the nearest
bench. Cordelia waved hello, and then gestured to the flowers sat in her palm,
since she had picked them in order to put them in her journal. Of course, she
had a journal.
 
“Aren’t they pretty?” Cordelia showed off her perfect teeth in direction of
Charlotte, and the shorter melted in her seat. “That’s a daisy, that’s a
gardenia, and that’s a yellow lily.” She pointed to each, and then placed them
softly in her journal, as if afraid to hurt them. Charlotte took a deep breath,
and mentally prepared herself to ask the question.
 
“Cordelia, will you go on a date with me?” Charlotte rushed out nervously,
which was a shock. Charlotte DuBois was rarely nervous. She bit her lip, as
Cordelia didn’t look up from her meticulous placing of the flowers. “I mean, it
doesn’t have to be big, or anything. We could just go to dinner and a movie.”
Silence. Charlotte moved to stand, when Cordelia closed the journal lightly,
and grinned up at her excitedly.
 
“I would love to go on a date with you, Charlotte,” She replied, Charlotte’s
eyes widening. Cordelia set her journal on the grass beneath them, then, and
reached for her lunch, the girl beside her still stunned.
 
“Oh, okay!” Charlotte stuttered out, blinking as a stupid, giggly smile spread
across her face. “Yeah. okay. Good. Great!” Cordelia just giggled, and opened
her lunch, Charlotte leaning into the bench as she smiled up at the sky.
 
Meanwhile, Whizzer was being pulled along by Jason, who was gushing about
Heather while leading the taller to her. His mind was somewhere else, though.
Mainly, stuck in the memory of the feeling of Marvin’s lips against his. A soft
smile slipped onto his face as he thought about it, though the worry of where
Marvin exactly was floated into his mind. Jason stopped suddenly, and Whizzer
practically tripped over him, he was so lost in thought.
 
“That’s her,” Jason gestured over to a group of young cheerleaders, all
giggling as they ate their lunch in the East lunchroom, where only the really
popular kids would eat. Not because they were popular, exactly, but because
that’s mostly where the details for sports and things of that nature would be
posted, and if you were unpopular, it was probably because you didn’t play a
certain sport. Whizzer and Charlotte would usually eat there, if they hadn’t
ditched school to go out to lunch. “The redhead. That’s Heather Levin.” Whizzer
narrowed his eyes, and zeroed in on a small, long-haired cheerleader, who was
practically on the floor with laughter.
 
“She is pretty,” Whizzer nodded in agreement. It was true, she was. Her redhead
covered most of her top, since it was so long and thick, but her eyes sparkled
in the lighting of the cafeteria. Jason was smitten, it was obvious. “Alright.
Let’s go over there.” Jason sputtered.
 
“Go over there? Are you kidding me? I could never,” Jason protested, already
starting to sweat. Whizzer, sighing inwardly, grabbed onto the back of Jason’s
collar, and began to drag him over, Jason protesting the entirety of the walk.
He stopped by the end of the table. The girls looked up, one by one, at
Whizzer, and smiled sweetly at him. All of the girls on the cheer squad
preferred him over the other baseball players, since he always carried around
hair ties, could gossip about anyone gladly on a moment’s notice, and most
importantly wasn’t a complete dick to them.  
 
“Hey, Whizzer! Whatcha need?” Beatrice, one of the squad’s best cheerleaders,
greeted him with a wave. He smiled charmingly at the cheerleaders, the smile
he’d usually only put on in front of his teachers or the principal. He used to
do it for his mother, but she learned quickly how to see through it. As had
Marvin. The smile dropped.
 
“Uh, my buddy, over here,” He motioned for Jason to come close. He shook his
head, and Whizzer rolled his eyes, motioning firmly this time. Slowly, Jason
shuffled over, cheeks red as he stared at the tiled flooring. The taller
glanced towards Heather, who seemed to recognize Jason. Her cheeks were pink as
well. He smiled gladly. “Wanted to ask Heather something. What was it, Jason?”
With that, he stepped back, and pushed Jason rather roughly in Heather’s
direction. The rest of the cheerleaders watched that, after a second or two of
waiting, Jason lifted his head.
 
“Will-will…” Jason swallowed nervously, and turned towards Whizzer, eyes
pleading. Whizzer folded his arms across his chest, an urging smile on his
face. Slowly, Jason faced Heather again, who was watching him hopefully, one
hand pressed against her chest. “Will you go on a date with me?” Heather
blinked, and then smiled kindly.
 
“Sure, Jason,” She giggled sweetly. “I’d love to go on a date with you.” The
cheerleaders all seemed to be wearing the same expression of both shock and
slight disgust, mostly due to how much Jason was sweating again. Whizzer
grabbed Jason’s arm, and tugged him out of the room. If he hadn’t, Jason
probably would have stood there staring at Heather for at least another hour or
so. Stopping at the entry to the East Hallway, the two faced each other,
Jason’s dopey grin still present on his face.
 
“Stop smiling like that, you look like an idiot,” Whizzer chastised him,
Jason’s face faltering as he furrowed his eyebrows in protest.
 
“Hey, hypocrite!” Jason snapped. “You always look like this whenever Marvin’s
around.” Whizzer shook his head at the small child, and clapped him on the
shoulder in celebration. Just then, at the end of the hallway, where there was
a fork in the road, he saw a dash of black sweatshirt. “Also, thank you for
helping-”
 
“Sorry, gotta go!” Whizzer apologized, pounding down the hallway to follow who
he could have sworn was Marvin. Tilting his head down towards the direction in
which the shadow had gone, he breathed out heavily, and saw an empty hallway.
Hanging his head in disappointment, he scuffed the edge of the wall beside him
with his shoe, and turned to walk towards his next class early. He abandoned
Jason in the hallway, who was watching him with a confused expression on his
face.


Somehow their volleyball team had gotten into the actual volleyball
championship. Meaning they were one of the top out of the grade. Which was
shocking, since all of them sucked. But they managed to win games, still. In
other news, Marvin wasn’t in the locker room, even after Whizzer arrived early
to watch everyone walk in. So he was skipping. Fine. Except he hadn’t been in
the Photography class either.
 
“Chill, he’s probably sick or some shit,” Trina told him when he had asked her.
Now, he was alone in the locker room, as it had been last period once again,
and there was no point to rushing to his locker to just walk home. His bike had
broken the night before, and was in the shop. Stepping out of the locker room,
posture slumped, fighting against his usual standards of straight spines. As he
walked past the boy’s bathroom, he heard a noise from inside. Instantly, he
frowned, and pushed open the door, a fleeting flame of hope lighting up in his
stomach. At the sound of the door, the noise silenced. He stepped past the
urinals, and knocked lightly on the first stall door. No reply. Pursing his
lips, Whizzer pressed on the door with one hand, and it didn’t budge. Locked.
 
“Marv?” Whizzer furrowed his eyebrows, and there was a clicking noise from
inside. Whizzer turned to push the door open once more, and revealed Marvin.
His hoodie was up, curls tumbling around the side of his face as he pulled his
knees closer to his chest, curled up on the lid of the toilet as to not let
anyone know he was in there by his legs. “Have you been in here all day?”
 
“No,” Marvin sighed after a moment, and stretched out his legs. “Just this
period. The rest of the day I’ve been ducking in and out of classes.” Whizzer
stepped into the stall, pushing the door closed behind him softly.
 
“Why?” Whizzer whispered. “Are you avoiding me?” Marvin looked up at him
through his curls, and Whizzer stumbled slightly, so overwhelmed with absolute
love for the boy sitting in front of him.
 
“I dunno,” Marvin slumped against the back of the bathroom wall. “I guess. I
just didn’t think you really, really liked me. No one’s ever crushed on me. I
thought it was some elaborate prank. You know, let’s pick on the chubby, ugly,
gay nerd, you know?” He tilted his head up, and Whizzer realized with a start
that he was crying.
 
“No, Marv, I would never!” He promised sincerely. “From the moment I saw you I
loved you. I would never try to hurt you like that.” He nursed his bottom lip
underneath his top row of teeth.
 
“Also, you are not ugly,” Whizzer promised him surely. “You’re the prettiest,
smartest, most wonderful boy I’ve ever met.” Marvin lifted his head up to
connect their eyes. He rushed forwards then, stepping onto his feet to pull
Whizzer to a kiss. This time, it wasn’t as rushed as before. Marvin’s lips
moved slowly, a hand twisting around in Whizzer’s hair. Whizzer hand knocked
Marvin’s hoodie backwards so that his curls were free, a smile growing on his
face against Marvin’s lips, clutching the shorter boy close. They pulled back,
Marvin grinning happily up at him.
“Let’s go for a drive,” He spoke randomly past a second of silence, a look of
knowing slipping onto his face. Whizzer flushed. “Come on, I took my brother’s
car to school today. It’s in the parking lot.” Whizzer, stuttering for a
moment, nodded intensely, a fire lighting up in his stomach at the possibility
of being completely alone with Marvin for more than just five minutes.
 
Laughing with excitement, the shorter, who was definitely planning something in
his head, took his hand and pulled him out of the bathroom and down the main
hallway. Though Whizzer was faster than Marvin, he still tripped over his feet,
the two bumbling into the main parking lot. Marvin waved him over towards a
lone car in the lot, a grin on his face. Whizzer followed, as the sun began to
set over Lakeview High, the opposite of how it had been when they’d first met.
 
“Where are you taking me?” Whizzer chuckled as he hopped into the passenger
seat, Marvin turning the key. The car burst to life, jolting in place. Marvin
said not a word, just a small smile appearing on his lips. Whizzer propped his
legs up on the dashboard, grabbing his sunglasses out of his letterman jacket
pocket to slip onto his face, completely ignoring the fact that the both had
abandoned any homework they needed to do at school. All that mattered was that
Whizzer’s heart was practically pounding out of his chest, and that his hand
was connected solely with Marvin’s over the stained cup holders in between
them.
***** A Night on Lakeview Peak *****
Chapter Notes
     hey!! so this is probably edited really badly but i have too much
     homework so asdghad
     also, i am a lesbian, who has only made out with another girl in a
     closet - not a gay man who's had sex before - and this is the first
     smut i've ever written so ,,, be prepared for any cringe
See the end of the chapter for more notes
   As the car bumbled up to the tip of Lakeview Peak, where couples usually
went to make out, Whizzer put his legs down to get a better view of the
entirety of the town. It was spread out before them, the sun behind the tips of
the tallest buildings. His eyes widened at the sparkling buildings, and slowly,
one of his hands crept down to play with the class ring clutched against his
finger.
 
   “Come on, watch the sunset with me,” Marvin gestured for him to climb out of
the car. The car shifted as Marvin clambered onto the top of the hood to watch
the sun fall behind the buildings of their small town. Whizzer followed
dutifully, and slid beside him, sides pressed together. After a moment, one of
Marvin’s arms slid around Whizzer’s waist, and the taller dropped his head onto
Marvin’s shoulder.
 
   “I love you too,” Marvin whispered out after a moment, Whizzer looking up
from the wedge he had gotten into, his hair overlapping with Marvin’s curls.
The shorter was looking out into the sunset, the tears on his cheeks fresh,
though there were still remains of the previous tears from that moment in the
bathroom. Whizzer lifted up his head a little more, and met their lips,
tenderly kissing him as though he would kill him if he pushed too roughly.
Marvin shifted to face him, spreading his legs out against the front of the
car, a hand reaching up to cup Whizzer’s face. The taller shuttered, leaning
forwards at the touch.     
 
Whizzer pulled back from Marvin’s lips, the sunset behind them, the hood of the
car digging into his ass. Marvin was watching him with heavy-lidded eyes, mouth
parted slightly, still in surprise at the turn of events. His hand loosely
gripped Whizzer’s letterman jacket, holding him close. The taller realized with
a start that he was quivering in his seat more than Marvin was.
 
   “Let me…” Marvin began, voice shaky. His hand removed itself from Whizzer’s
jacket and smoothed out the crinkles it had created. “Let me take care of you.
Please.” His eyes were big, and shining in the dimming light. Against his
better judgment, Whizzer let out a shaky breath through his nose and nodded in
agreement. He shut his eyes, as an arm slipped around the back of his neck.
Soon enough, their lips met once more, moving together in the light of the pink
Lakeview sunset. Marvin’s other, soft hand drifted up to cup the side of his
cheek, pressing their faces closer together just slightly. Whizzer took a
shivery breath against Marvin’s open mouth, chest heaving from the over-
sensitivity of his personality. Marvin drifted back, the hand against Whizzer’s
cheek rubbing onto the spots where Whizzer’s freckles were the most noticeable.
The other boy leaned into the touch like a cat, eyes falling closed once more.
The arm and hand disappeared then, and there was a clatter as Marvin stood up
from the car.
 
   “Where are you going?” Whizzer whispered hoarsely, eyes cracking back open
as a rush of cold night air blew over his back. Marvin stopped his stroll to
the open door to the backseat of the car, eyes meeting.
 
   “Come on,” Was all he replied with, and he ducked into the car. After a
moment, Whizzer followed, eyes furrowed. He crawled into the backseat of the
larger minivan and shut the door behind him in order to keep in the hot air.
Marvin’s fingers ghosted over his cheek, and Whizzer slumped against the seat,
watching in complete awe as his companion began to lift off his shirt.
 
   “What did I do to deserve you?” Whizzer murmured, a dopey smile appearing on
his lips as Marvin draped his shirt across the back of the passenger seat,
before twisting back in his sitting position towards his lover. “You’re
absolutely stunning.” Marvin flushed, from the tips of his ears to where his
skin disappeared into his jeans. Whizzer slunk towards him, and kissed him
softly once more, shorter this time. Both were shaking, just slightly. Nerves.
 
   In return, Whizzer crept his own letterman jacket off as well, folding it
and setting it in the front seat. He took off the black muscle shirt he was
wearing underneath it, placing it on top of the letterman jacket. Tilting his
head back to Marvin, who was watching him intently, he leaned over the
cupholders and opened up his backpack, retrieving a small bottle of lube he had
almost forgotten about until this exact moment.
 
   “Do you...do you have a condom?” Whizzer asked, setting the lube to the side
of the seats. Marvin bent over in his seated position to search through his
sweatshirt pockets, finding a condom resting within the layers of fabric on the
floor. Whizzer took it and set it beside the lube. Marvin reached out to the
side of his face, hesitating, as though he was contemplating kissing him. Both
boys burst into small, awkward giggles.
 
   “Should we just…” Marvin drifted off, but Whizzer understood what he was
attempting to say. Whizzer scooted closer to that they were only about five
inches apart, and their lips found one another again. Whizzer kissed Marvin
slowly, as though it was the end of the world, and he’d never be able to again.
Marvin lowered him onto his back so that his legs were scrunched up against
Marvin’s bare stomach, but his torso and head were flat on the backseat spread.
 
   “You should probably take my jeans off,” Whizzer snickered, resting an arm
on his chest, the other tucked underneath his head to make himself more
comfortable. Marvin’s cheeks tinted pink, and he nodded, ducking down to unzip
Whizzer’s jeans. His hand brushed the taller’s erection, and visibly, Whizzer’s
toes curled in an effort to stop himself from making some sort of noise.
 
“Oh, god,” Marvin murmured, as he tucked down the skinny jeans. Though Whizzer
was still wearing underwear, you could clearly see his dick through the quite-
old fabric. Whizzer glanced up from his steady gaze on the ceiling and watched
Marvin bit his lip, not looking up the bulge in his underwear. Whizzer leaned
up on his elbows then, meeting Marvin’s gaze.
 
“Let me take yours off,” Whizzer bargained with him, opening his legs slightly
so that Marvin’s face was clearer in the darkening light. The car lights were
still on, thank God, but it was nighttime, and they were at the top of a small
mountain. No one around. Whizzer slunk up and wiggled his hands towards
Marvin’s belt buckle, yanking it off with a grunt. Their lips met again, out of
habit, as Whizzer’s fingers drifted over the buttons of his pants and
unbuttoned them, yanking the trousers off sharply. Marvin kicked them off his
feet, now resting there in only his underwear, lips plump from the attacks
Whizzer had been bringing onto them. Whizzer shuffled out of his own jeans, and
crawled back into Marvin’s lap, pushing him lightly against the window as he
reconnected their lips. The two kissed sweetly, Whizzer’s hand tangling in
Marvin’s thick curls. He rolled down onto Marvin’s erection, the other boy
letting out a low groan. Whizzer shook in place at that.
 
“Make love to me,” Whizzer murmured in his ear as they broke apart, biting at
the skin along the connection of his chin and neck. Marvin’s arms tightened
around Whizzer, the shorter letting out a shaky breath. “Fill me up, Marv, but
be gentle.”
 
“You-you really want to do this?” Marvin spoke aloud, into Whizzer’s now messy
hair, lips catching on a stray hair. Whizzer giggled as Marvin attempted to
spit it out, and pulled back, looking utterly debauched, nodding reassuringly.
 
“Yes,” Whizzer told him confidently after a moment, fingers still fluttering
around in Marvin’s curls. “I want to give myself to you. I want to have sex
with you, Marvin Cohen.” Marvin’s eyelashes fluttered as he rested his head
against the window, a goofy smile appearing on his lips.
 
“That’s a sentence I never dreamed I would hear from your lips,” Marvin
admitted, Whizzer’s fingers trailing his jawline, before leaving his face.
Whizzer’s hands drifted along Marvin’s stomach and stopped at the waistline of
his underwear. He checked Marvin’s blissed-out face once more, making sure the
consent was clear, and then slowly removed them with one hand. His eyes widened
at the sight of Marvin’s flushed cock against his chest, the head red and
strained. As it was no longer restrained, Marvin smiled dazedly, and cracked
his eyes open in the direction of Whizzer, the smile staying at the sight of
his lover’s needing expression. “Take your boxers off, Whiz.” Whizzer removed
them silently, dropping them to the floor of the minivan. Both watched one
another for a moment, Marvin drinking in Whizzer’s slim frame, his thinner, yet
taller dick filled with arousal, his chest completely red with blood.
 
“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” Marvin reached out, tracing
Whizzer’s jaw with one finger. “And I have no clue what the fuck I’m doing.”
Whizzer chuckled nervously and pushed a hand through his hair.
 
“You’ve seen porn before, right?” Whizzer raised an eyebrow playfully, Marvin
swallowing before nodding. “Well, I’m sure it’s kinda just like that.” Marvin
nodded, though his eyes were still slightly widened with fear.
 
“I just don’t want to hurt you, s’all,” He confessed. Whizzer smiled at him and
squeezed his hand. “I want it to be perfect.” Whizzer’s teeth shone in the dim
lighting of the car, bright and white, as he grinned giddily.
 
“Don’t worry, whatever we do, it’ll be perfect because it’s with you,” He
twisted around in his seated position, and grabbed the condom from behind him,
the other hand flicking open the lube. “Now, what made you bring this fucking
condom?” Marvin giggled and pinked.
 
“No, that’s my brother’s sweatshirt,” He gestured to the one he had abandoned
on the floor. “I guess he’s a player with all of the community college girls or
some shit, so he’s got an extra one in there at all times. I remembered cause
he told me at one point.” Whizzer laughed at that and passed the condom over to
Marvin. The shorter stared at it for a moment, before glancing back up towards
Whizzer.
 
“Aren’t I supposed to, I don’t know, stretch you first?” He questioned Whizzer,
who shrugged, looking out the back window. No one around, thank God. The
windows were already slightly foggy, which seemed to cliche to actually be
occurring in real life.
 
“I mean, I sometimes stretch myself,” Whizzer admitted, passing over the lube
as well. Marvin dropped the condom to the floor as his mouth fell open, pink
lips glowing in the lighting. He poured out a good amount of lube onto his
opened hand. He coated his fingers with it, and dropped the opened bottle of
lube onto his borrowed sweatshirt, not giving a fuck on whether or not it
stained. Slowly, he moved towards Whizzer, who slid his legs open, exposing his
hole rather uncomfortably. One of his legs slipped up to hook around the
headrest of the front seat, the other around the backseat one. They were long
enough to do that. The sight would have made Marvin giggle if he wasn’t too
busy sliding a shaking finger into Whizzer’s tight, pink asshole.
 
Whizzer curled his back up off of the seats, face frozen in position as Marvin
began to slid the finger in and out slowly. His entire body seemed to tense,
the tendons in his legs, the muscles in his face.
 
“You’re really tense,” Marvin commented breathlessly, Whizzer nodding to
himself, face scrunching up in concentration. Slowly, he relaxed his limbs, his
hole opening up to Marvin’s finger more easily. Marvin’s top row of teeth found
a place against his bottom lip, biting down as Whizzer’s face softened, his
hair spread out like a halo.
 
“Another, Marvy,” Whizzer purred, clawing at the side of the seat. “Come on,
give it to me.” Marvin, after furrowing his eyebrows in concentration, added
another finger to the one that was pushing in and out of Whizzer. The boy
underneath him squirmed.
 
“Oh, Marvin,” Whizzer whined, Marvin almost stopping his fingers in shock at
the sound of a person speaking his name in that sense. He was seventeen, and a
complete loser. He was the captain of the chess team, for fuck’s sake. He
hadn’t expected to lose his virginity until at least college. “Don’t stop,
baby.”
 
“If you keep making noises like that, I think I’m gonna cum,” Marvin blurted
out, Whizzer jerking in his position in surprise, before relaxing back onto the
cushions of the seats and smiling, the same blissed-out expression on his face
that Marvin had been wearing prior.
 
“Gimme another, Marvin,” Whizzer reached up his hands to push his cheeks
together, sweat already forming on his forehead. “I think I’m ready. I think.”
Marvin winced and pushed in a third one. Whizzer had what seemed like a painful
convulsion for a moment, before gripping the seats roughly and taking a deep
breath through his mouth.
 
“You okay?” Marvin questioned, Whizzer biting his lip so hard that it
practically disappeared underneath his teeth. “I can...I can pull it back
out...if you want.” Whizzer lifted his head then and shot him such a dangerous
glare Marvin snapped his mouth shut to tilt his focus back down to pushing his
fingers in and out of Whizzer’s asshole.
 
“I think I’m alright totally now,” Whizzer told him after a second of silence,
and Marvin raised an eyebrow worriedly. Slowly, he removed his three fingers,
still slick with excess lube. Whizzer whined involuntarily as he did so.
 
“Are you sure?” Marvin blinked and shuffled so that his dick was lined up with
Whizzer’s exposed asshole. The boy laid out before him rolled his eyes,
shifting onto his elbows so that his face was slightly higher up. “Okay, okay.”
Marvin bit his lip, and, keeping steady eye contact with this partner, pushed
his tip into the hole. At the slightest touch, Whizzer fell back against the
seats, head twisting around to stare out the front window, face flushing as he
did so. Marvin leaned forwards and continued to slowly push in, watching for
any protests coming from the boy below him.
 
“Oh, god,” Whizzer whispered up into the car’s low ceiling, eyelashes
fluttering at the strange sensation of someone inside of him. “Marvy, please,
oh my god…” He dragged one of his own hands down his side, fingers drifting
over his tan skin, and Marvin reached out to grab onto his hand tightly, before
pushing himself all the way into his partner. Whizzer’s chest heaved as he
struggled to keep his breath steady, fingers curling at the edges. His nails
dug into Marvin’s skin, the shorter letting out a quick breath he hadn’t even
realized he was holding.
 
“Move,” Whizzer mumbled after about fifty seconds or so when his heartbeat
seemed to have gone back to normal. Marvin, eyeing him carefully, shifted so
that he was leaning over Whizzer, and thrust into his partner. A blood-curdling
moan reached his ears, Whizzer’s hand letting go of his own so that it could
grab at Marvin’s exposed shoulder. “Marvin, Marvin, Marvin-” Marvin thrust in
again, and again, repeating the motion as Whizzer squirmed beneath him.
 
“You’re so hot,” Marvin groaned, Whizzer moaning breathily in reply, hands
sliding down Marvin’s arms, which were pushed out beside him to hold himself
up. “How’d I get so lucky?” Whizzer’s brown eyes cracked open, the pupils wide
and dark. His hands reached Marvin’s face, and yanked their lips together
messily, Marvin continuing to thrust into his partner.
 
“Shit, M,” Whizzer pressed his lips together, already puffy from the kiss,
sounds struggling to get past them as he tipped his neck back. His one hand
trailed down Marvin’s neck, wiping off some of the sweat that was beginning to
gather there, and he curled his knuckles right above Marvin’s left nipple. His
partner hung his head, breath heavy on Whizzer’s neck, and turned slightly in
his position. Right as Whizzer, raked his knuckles against Marvin’s hard
nipple, Marvin slammed into his prostate. Whizzer cried out in ecstasy, breath
hitching as his legs kicked out uncontrollably, fingernails once against raking
into Marvin’s skin while he held on. “Shit, if you keep doing that, I’m not
gonna last-” Marvin shook his head, curls skimming Whizzer’s cheek as he did
so.
 
“Me too, it’s fine,” Marvin chuckled loosely, Whizzer below him whining rather
loudly. A hand trailed up Marvin’s other side of his neck and found its way
into his curls. Whizzer tangled his fingers in his partner’s curls and lifted
his head up from the seat to kiss the sweat off a specific part of Marvin’s
neck, which throbbed at the touch. Marvin moaned at that and slammed against
Whizzer’s prostate again, his lover’s arms reaching up around his neck, sitting
up just slightly to scratch his nails against Marvin’s exposed back.
 
“Marvin, Marvin, Marvin,” Whizzer repeated in a breathy mantra, eyes blown with
lust, dripping with sweat as he latched onto his partner. Marvin grunted, and
he leaned onto one of his arms for a moment, his hand snaking up Whizzer’s side
to grab at his messed up hair.
 
“Marv, Marv, Marv,” Whizzer’s breath quickened as he felt the familiar fingers
tangle within his messy quiff. “Oh, fuck. Marvin.” Marvin yanked at his hair,
Whizzer’s head following his tugging hand with a low, guttural moaning noise.
The shorter replied in kind, thrusting into Whizzer once more before cumming
into the condom. Whizzer’s own ejactulation splattered against both the seats
and Marvin’s bare chest, Whizzer whimpering as he lowered himself back onto the
seats. Marvin removed himself from Whizzer, who shuttered at the sudden feeling
of emptiness, and took off the condom, chucking it to the side. He picked up
his sweatshirt, and with a chuckle about how it would be ruined for his idiot
older brother, wiped it against his chest to wipe off the cum. He did the same
for Whizzer, who shifted due to his sensitive penis. Marvin flopped against
Whizzer, who’s arms curled around his waist, and pulled him close to his chest,
both lying in the afterglow. Reaching up, Whizzer opened the door just
slightly, and then yanked it shut. The cars inside lights, after a moment,
faded off into darkness, leaving only the two to their outlined shapes within
the distant city lights.
 
   Marvin revved up the car the next morning, Whizzer in only his tighter jeans
and his muscle shirt. Marvin was not wearing the sweatshirt, for obvious
reasons. Instead, he was draped in Whizzer’s letterman jacket, a sign of
affection he hadn’t really expected from Whizzer in the first place. They rode
down to school in silence, save for Whizzer’s explanation to his mother on the
phone. They arrived in the parking lot surprisingly on time, and Whizzer got
out first to open Marvin’s door for him. The shorter slumped in on himself,
prepared to face another day at the hell that was Lakeview High when Whizzer
whistled to get his attention. He halted on the sidewalk and twisted to face
the taller, who smiled dopely at him, freckles sparkling in the sun. He stepped
forwards, students glancing over towards them in surprise on their way to
school.
 
   “I know that this is sudden,” Whizzer began and took the class ring off his
finger. “But I promise to take you out if you’ll wear my ring.” Marvin’s cheeks
flushed, and then he broke out into the widest smile Whizzer had ever seen.
 
   “I’d love to wear your ring,” Marvin announced proudly, and held out his
hand for Whizzer to slip the ring on. He did so shakily, overwhelmed by
Marvin’s smile. The two walked into school together, paces and expressions of
pure happiness matching.
Chapter End Notes
     woowie!! also get pumped for what's gonna come after this fic!
***** Volley That Ball *****
Chapter Notes
     WOAH this ending is fucking awful sorry i have an honors algebra test
     tomorrow ??? :)()( wish me luck
     ALSO check out my tumblr for updates on fanfic and fun stuff -
     validemail
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The days went by in a blur after that moment. Their team prepared for the final
volleyball match between them and the best team in the school - yikes - and
Whizzer finished up his photography project. No matter how much Whizzer pleaded
with his boyfriend, Marvin refused to show it to him. His cheeks would flush
bright red whenever the project was mentioned, in fact. But he’d have to
present it sometime. That was part of their final grade.
 
“Who’d like to present their photography project first?” Miss Greenberg
questioned as she tapped the bottom of her folder filled to the brim with their
grades against her open palm. Whizzer was about to shoot his hand up like he
usually did, since none of the other kids liked to present, when Marvin did it
before him. Every head in the classroom whipped around in surprise, most likely
due to Whizzer’s ‘oof’ of shock. Marvin was clutching his portfolio tightly, a
determined expression on his face. “Marvin, come up to the front of the class
and show us your pictures.”
 
Marvin, with his head held high, marched up to the front of the classroom. His
hair was tied back into a bun, as it usually was these days, but besides that,
he didn’t look any different than he usually appeared to be. Besides the ring
on his finger that glinted in the low-lighting of the classroom. He faced the
class, and met eyes with Whizzer, who leaned onto his elbows to smile dopily at
his boyfriend.
 
“When I started this project, the only things I loved were chess, my dad, and
my cat,” Marvin began, setting his portfolio down on an empty desk in front of
him, the person who sat there being absent that day. “I didn’t really have any
friends. And, not to get cheesy, but I have to truly say that Whizzer Brown
changed my life.” A few kids glanced back at the jock sitting behind them, who
flushed.
 
“This is my volleyball team,” Marvin presented a set of photos of them playing,
dancing around, laughing at the diner. “We were put together by the gym
teachers during our ending volleyball unit, but they are some of the best
friends I’ve ever had. I love all of them more than anything.” He set them
down, and presented a picture of Trina and Mendel, arms slung around each other
as they walked off the volleyball court, mid-laugh.
 
“These two are Trina and Mendel. Now, before this unit, I would not have
expected to have become friends with them,” Marvin pointed at the two, the
class avidly listening to his presentation. “Trina’s the captain of the debate
team and Mendel’s just a flat-out loser. But somehow, I manage to actually have
fun with them.” He shrugged, and tucked the picture back into his portfolio.
Whizzer’s eyes zeroed in on Miss Greenberg, who was smiling at her student like
a proud mother. His grin widened.
 
“This is Cordelia, and this is Charlotte, as you most likely already know,”
Marvin told them, showing about five pictures of Cordelia prancing around a
garden and Charlotte playing soccer. “Great company, I’m telling you. Cordelia
makes up for Charlotte’s bad temper and when I’m with her, I’m not nearly as
sad as I usually am. And Charlotte is...something else, but she’s nice enough
to me and to Whizzer.” He put those pictures away, back into his almost
overflowing portfolio.
 
“And this is Jason, that skinny fourteen-year-old,” Marvin introduced him with
a smile, the picture being of Jason getting hit in the face with a volleyball.
“He’s like my makeshift son, you know? He’s very tall and straggly and somehow
he’s alright at volleyball.” Marvin smiled at the class as he slid the picture
of Jason back into his portfolio.
 
“Of course, I saved the best for last,” He began, and smiled winningly at
Whizzer, who sighed lovingly at the expression. “My boyfriend. Whizzer Brown.”
He turned to the board, as a few kids began to whisper intently, and hung up at
least ten pictures of Whizzer. Playing volleyball, smiling, staring at the
sunset, gazing at Marvin, driving his mom’s old-ass truck.
 
“I never thought I’d fall in love in high school,” Marvin began. “I just told
myself to wait for college to be myself. And then Whizzer offered to help me
with volleyball, since I was awful at it. He looks at me in a way no one has
ever looked at me.” He fiddled with his fingers, and smiled up at him.
 
“Those are the people I love,” Marvin murmured in a final sentence, Whizzer’s
grin practically taking over his entire face. He began to clap loudly, and the
class joined in, including Miss Greenberg. Marvin ran a hand through his curls,
and Whizzer could swear he almost melted into the floor at the sight of
Marvin’s slight dimples.

Charlotte had spoken to them all before the game rather roughly. Of course,
Whizzer knew it was because of her fried nerves, since this was the day of the
last official volleyball game, and if they won this one then they’d win the
entirety of the volleyball championship. They were 19-18, the odds in their
favor. Marvin was up to serve. He had been getting worse and worse at it as the
days had gone on, and no one had really minded. But now, times were tight. They
needed every point they could get. Marvin, stepping back, jammed his toes into
the ground. He served it right over the net, where the other team attempted to
hit it. They failed. The ball bounced back over. Marvin prepared to serve it
again, hands shaking. Whizzer watched him excitedly from the center top of
their side of the volleyball court. Marvin squinted, a smile erupting onto his
face at the sight of his boyfriend. The ball went over the net, and the other
team was ready this time.
 
Trina smacked the ball upwards, Mendel hitting it over for her. The other team
hit it back. Cordelia let out a completely unnecessary warcry as she spiked it
over. One of the girls in the middle of the other team leapt forwards and hit
it up into the air. Another person spiked it back over. It was heading straight
for Jason.
 
“Hit it, bud!” Whizzer shrieked, and Jason shut his eyes, slamming his hands
into the volleyball. It seemed the entire gym held their breath simultaneously
as the ball flew over the net, and bounced right inside the lines of the court.
There was silence, and then everyone erupted into shrill cheers. Whizzer
scooped Jason up, Charlotte helping him to get Jason on top of his shoulders.
The boy yelped, swinging his legs as they began to parade around the gym.
 
The kids crowded around them, sound drowned out of Whizzer’s ears as Marvin
grabbed the sides of his cheeks and pulled their lips together. Whizzer kissed
him while Jason cheered above them, while their team around them screamed,
while the celebration continued.
 
And as the sun set over Lakeview High sooner than usual, the team rushed off in
Whizzer’s beat up truck to the diner, Mendel and Trina hidden underneath a
blanket in the back, Cordelia almost yapping Charlotte’s ear off with her
excitement. Jason was chatting happily with Heather on the phone, Whizzer and
Marvin sitting together in the front seat, watching the sunset and smiling
uncontrollably.
 
“Volleyball fucking champs!” Charlotte screamed at a passing car, waving her
arms up in the air. Her girlfriend let out a screech of laughter, the two
curling up together. With Marvin’s hand in his, and the sun setting behind them
on another day of living in that stupid small town, Whizzer realized that maybe
the idea of pushing to win the volleyball competition wasn’t just another one
of Charlotte’s attempts of showing that she was best.
Chapter End Notes
     get excited about my next longer fic!! (it's the mcpriceley one) i
     might come out with a short whizzvin one before i completely put that
     one out though, since it's probably gonna take me some time to
     completely finish it and polish it up :) love you! -anna
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