geno’s nominally studying for his orgo test when sid comes into the lounge, looking freaked out and panicky. ”sid?” geno asks, putting down his pencil, but even at that sid doesn’t quite focus on geno, still breathing in and out like he’s just finished up one of his field hockey matches.
"oh, g," sid says, blinking and licking his lips. "hey, uh. sorry, didn’t see you."
"sid okay?" geno asks, sticking his pencil between the pages of his textbook and shutting it. "look — stress."
"you could put it that way," sid says darkly, taking out his flip phone and fiddling with it, flicking it open and shut over and over. "i just — my parents just called."
geno frowns. “so? thought sid like parents.”
"i do! i do, i just —" sid sighs, grimacing. "they’re coming up here for parent’s weekend so they can see the field hockey tournament, and apparently something i said last break made them think i have — i don’t know, a boyfriend or something. i don’t know how, but that’s what they think, and they’re expecting to meet him, and i’m so fucking screwed.”
after taking a couple of seconds to process, geno replies, “but sid not have boyfriend.” or at least, geno’s pretty sure sid doesn’t. he thinks for a second about sid having a boyfriend, and not telling him, and it makes his stomach churn.
"i know! i told them that, but they think i’m just lying because i’m embarrassed, which i wouldn’t be if i did have one, but now i have to figure out how to get them to stop asking me about my non-existent boyfriend." sid purses his lips, slightly quirked to the side, and huffs out a breath. it’s awful how geno thinks it’s cute.
"so ask someone to — not real date, but pretend," geno says finally.
sid’s eyes light up, and suddenly he’s beaming at geno. the full force of sid’s smile — slightly crooked, complete with tiny creases at the corners of his eyes — makes it so that geno has to smile back. “that’s it! g, you’re a genius.”
"i am?" geno asks. "right. i am genius. must write down, remember forever."
"shut up you hoser," sid replies, reaching out and playfully punching geno in the arm. "but yeah, that’s fucking brilliant. all they need to do is come with me when my parents go to dinner and fake it a little, and then they’ll be off my back about it."
"who you ask?" geno asks finally, the pleasure at making sid happy fading in the face of picturing someone else at dinner with sid, with their arm around sid’s shoulders or their hand high on sid’s thigh.
sid frowns at geno. “isn’t it obvious? you can do it. duh.”
geno blinks. “me? i — i fake date sid?”
sid nods. “yeah, i mean — you will, won’t you? i swear i’ll pay you back somehow, but seriously, g, if you would i —”
"no worry. i do," geno says, and that earns him an even more brilliant smile.
"you’re the best, geno. absolutely the best. anyways, i have to go do my readings, but i’ll talk to you at dinner, okay?"
with that, sid bounds off down the hall, going into his single in the suite and shutting the door, leaving geno with his orgo textbook and a growing sense that he has no idea what he’s gotten himself into.
ARE U AT HOME BC I AM
NO I WENT TO CHURCH HERE IN WALLA WALLA
the best part was that my mom still texted by at nine being all: jess are you up you have church in an hour tIME TO GET UP
"being interested in pop culture makes you vapid and unintelligent"
translation: im a miserable pissbaby. im deep because i smoke cheap cigarettes and take my coffee black. have u ever heard of friedrich nietzsche. im so alone.
happy easter everyone!
oh my god it’s too early for this shit