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Out of the Loop
summary: eddie went home with someone after prom, and gareth is determined to figure out who it was.
pairing: eddie munson x dwm!reader word count: 11k warnings: language, new relationship, eddie's girlfriend is gareth's arch nemesis, silly childhood rivalries, eddie being happy and stupidly in love, jason being an overprotective ass, chrissy being an adorable little cupcake, the reader is chrissy's best friend, the unnamed freak is named grant in this series
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On Monday morning, Gareth peddled to school like a man on a mission.
Nothing was getting in his way today, not his mother, who had accidentally washed his Hellfire Club shirt with all his little sisterâs dance clothes,
âYou know what, honey, I think it looks better this wayâŠâ
not his sister, who had been hogging the bathroom all morning because she couldnât get her hair right,
âLook, you donât understand the pressure Iâm under right now. Becca Singer is finalizing her birthday party guest list today. I have to look my best if I wanna make the cut.â
not the weatherman, who was painfully misinformed when he called for clear, sunny skies todayâŠ
and certainly not the piece of crap Chevy that just cut him off in the middle of the crosswalk.
Gareth swerved out of the way and kept on peddling. The rain pelted his face in a spray of ice-cold bullets.
Behind him, the driver yelled, âHey, watch where youâre going, you little shit!â Â
It didnât matter. Nothing mattered. Because Gareth was sitting on a goldmine of information right now. It was truly the scoop of the century. Eddie Munsonâthatâs right, Eddie âthe Freakâ Munsonâhad gone home with somebody after the senior prom.
Who was this mysterious (not to mention incredibly lucky) woman? A curious cheerleader desperate to defy her clique? A rich girl trying to piss off her dad? A shy bookworm who wanted to act out the plot of her favorite romance novel? Who? Who? Garethâs head was spinning! The question hungrily devoured the rest of his weekend (something Gareth wasnât too proud to admit, of course, but hey, Sundays were always uneventful days for him). He had to get to school quickly and consult his most trusted sources.
He found Jeff and Grant sitting at their usual table in the cafeteria. Grant was eating the schoolâs hot breakfast while Jeff sat with his head in his hands, lamenting the sorry state of his love life.
âTaraâs still not talking to me. Iâm pretty sure sheâs gonna dump me for Patrick McKinney.â
Grant put down his fork. âWait, you two were dating?â
âNoâŠâ Jeff heaved a quiet sigh. âBut if we were, sheâd definitely dump me for Patrick.â
Grant frowned, sympathetic yet envious of his friendâs plight. âMan, I wish Meg would stop talking to me. She had me on the phone all night yesterday. I think she wants me to be her boyfriend or something.â Grant cringed at the thought. He didnât have the strength to put up with her. Heâd barely survived prom.Â
âYou donât like her?â Jeff asked.
âNot really,â Grant answered. âI mean, yeah, sheâs pretty and all, but as soon as she starts talkingââ
Gareth slammed a wrinkled piece of notebook paper onto the table. The loud bang echoed through the entire cafeteria, making a few students gasp and flinch in their chairs. Jeff and Grant didnât move in the slightest. This was typical Monday morning behavior for Gareth.
âWhatâs with the pink shirt?â Grant asked, unfazed.Â
âDoesnât matter,â Gareth said. They had more pressing matters to discuss. He sat down and folded his hands in front of him, his blue eyes clear and focused. He wasted no time getting straight to the point: âWhoâd Eddie go home with after prom?â
Jeff and Grant exchanged a subtle, secret glance.
âHow do you know Eddie went home with someone after prom?â Jeff asked.
âBecause I called him that night.â
âWhyâd you call him?â
âBecause Iâm a good friend, unlike some people.â Nobody had called him asking how his night went. Gareth sat home alone on Saturday night, eating popcorn and watching old sci-fi movies in his basement, while the rest of his friends had a blast at prom. It wasnât fair. âI wanted to check in on him because I figured he might be a little depressed after getting rejected by Chrissy. Because letâs be honest here, there was no way that Chrissy was ever gonna dance with him. You all agree with me, right? Iâm not just being a dick here. Like, yeah, I know Eddieâs riding high right now because he thinks this year is his year and everything, but⊠yeah, he was aiming a bit too high with that goal.âÂ
âCan you get to the point, please?â Grant said. âMy breakfast is getting cold.âÂ
âWell, multitask, man!â Gareth grabbed Grantâs fork and threw it back onto his tray. âWhat, you canât listen and eat at the same time?â
Grant rolled his eyes and went back to his breakfast. Gareth carried on with his story:
âSo anyway, when I called him on Saturday, I expected him to sound all mopey and depressed, but he wasnât. Yeah, Eddie wasnât depressed at all. In fact, he sounded oddly⊠happy, but also a little bit distracted. You guys see where Iâm going with this, right?â
âI hate that I do,â Grant said, struggling to enjoy his food.
âWell, thatâs when I started getting suspicious. See, I could tell I didnât have his full attention, and thatâs just so unlike Eddie because heâs normally really good at maintaining proper phone etiquette. Weird, right? So then I got curious and I started listening, and⊠and I canât be sure, but I think I heard a girl talking in the background.â
âMaybe it was just the TV,â Grant said.
Gareth shook his head. âNo way⊠I know the difference between a TV voice and a live human voice. Someone was definitely with him.â
âWell, did you recognize the voice?â Jeff asked.
âNo, I couldnât hear well enough.â
Grantâs eyes narrowed. âAnd yet youâre sure it wasnât the TVâŠâ
âOh come on, it wasnât the TV, you guys. Wake up and smell the coffee! Eddie brought a girl to his house. He brought a girl to his house. She was with him in the room while he was on the phone with me. I could hear her talking. Then Eddie started acting really weird, said he had to go, and rushed me off the phone.â
âGross,â Grant muttered, sickened. âYeah, these are details I did not need.âÂ
Garethâs mouth fell open in a silent gasp. âWait, do you guys think he slept with her?â and that was more than Jeff could handle.
He buried his face in his hands and said, âPlease stop. I donât wanna go to class with these images in my head.â
Grant shrugged. âMaybe it was just a one-night stand.â
Jeff threw him a sharp, side-eyed glare.Â
âJust saying,â Grant finished, smirking.
âNo, I seriously doubt it,â Gareth went on, completely unaware. âEddieâs not really a one-night stand kinda guy⊠not by choice, anyway. No, I think this might be the real deal, you guys, âcause listen to this: I went to go see him yesterday. Eddie wasnât home.â
âSo?â
âSo I think he was with her. I called him last night and asked him where he was all day. He said he was out running errands.â Gareth scrunched up his face at that, doubtful. âSince when does Eddie run errands? So I said, âWhat sort of errands were you running?â He said he had to swing by the drugstore. I said, âWell, what did you need at the drugstore?â but he wouldnât answer that. Yeah, he was being awfully mum.â
âMum?â Jeff repeated to himself, mystified by his friendâs bizarre word choice.
Grant said, âHe was probably annoyed that you were digging around in his business. I know I would be.â
âOh yeah, he was definitely getting annoyed,â Gareth said. âThen he cut the conversation short and told me he was stepping out for the night. Thatâs when I knew this was serious. Eddie doesnât just âstep outâ on a Sunday night. He hardly goes out any night. If heâs not with us, heâs sitting at home and playing songs on his guitar. Yeah, he was definitely with her last night.â
Grant sighed, hoping theyâd finally reached the end of this long-winded story. âWell, I guess you cracked the case then, Gareth.â
âBut thatâs just it, I havenât!â Gareth said. Grant let out an exhausted moan. âI still donât know who this girl is. You guys swear you didnât see Eddie go home with anybody after prom?â
Another secret glance.
âNope,â Jeff said. âI didnât see him go home with anyone that night.â
Gareth nodded, disappointed but not yet defeated. âYeah, I thought you might say that. Thatâs why I made this.â
He gestured toward the piece of paper on the table. Jeff picked it up and read it over. Then he passed it to Grant so he could do the same.
âOkay, what exactly am I looking at here?â Grant asked.
âItâs a list of suspects,â Gareth said, a proud smile on his face. âYeah, last night I compiled a list of every girl Iâve ever seen Eddie interact with at school, and then this morning I whittled that list down to what I think are the most likely suspects.â
âNot a very long list,â Jeff said.
âReally?â said Grant. âI was gonna say itâs too long.âÂ
They shared a little chuckle over that. Gareth glowered at them, unamused. He didnât appreciate them making little jabs about their Dungeon Masterâs love life, stagnant as it was.
âYou know,â Grant began with ominous deliberation, âI canât help but notice thereâs a name missing from this list.â
Gareth's head snapped back in surprise. âWho?â
âYou know who,â Grant said. Beside him, Jeff was holding in a grin.
A disturbing chill crept up Gareth's spine. Thenâ
BAM!
Your name cracked down from above like a fiendish lightning bolt, striking Gareth and making all the little hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. For a second, he could see your name so clearly. It loomed before him, ugly and terrible, festering with puss and crawling with maggots, getting pecked savagely by vultures and other scavengers. It made him retch with disgust.
âOh, very funnyâŠâ
âHey, Iâm just saying,â Grant said, âthereâs no denying that sheâs a likely suspect.âÂ
âIn fact,â Jeff continued, âsome might say sheâs the most likely suspect.âÂ
âYeah, maybe back in middle school,â Gareth said, âbut Eddie hasnât so much as looked at her in years.â
Except for that one time, he thought, remembering the mournful look on his friendâs face that day.
They were all eating lunch when your laughter suddenly sprang up from the other side of the cafeteria, obnoxious and shrill. Eddie glanced your way and his eyes darkened with such hollow sadness. It was as if someone had died.
But that didnât mean anything, Gareth decided, so he shoved the memory away.
âAll right, look, Iâll admit we lost him briefly for that one summer. I dunno how she did it, but somehow she got her claws in him real deep and he was completely under her spell. I wonât deny that. But then Eddie woke up and saw her for what she really isâan ugly green hag! At first, she appears as this beautiful, enchanting woman, but underneath that guise, sheâs a wretched old witch who thrives on torment. Yeah, Eddie got over her a long time ago,â and Gareth refused to waste another thought on it.
He snatched the paper from Grant and laid it out in front of him. âNow, hereâs what Iâm thinking: if we split this up among the three of us, we can get through this list by lunch and then confront Eddie with our findings.â
âYeah, weâre not doing that,â Grant said.
Gareth frowned. âWhy not?â
âBecause we already know who it is.â
Garethâs eyes widened in surprised anger. âI KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT! I knew you two were messing with me this whole time. Sitting there with your smug little faces. Making your little jokes. You know what, screw you guys, I donât even want your help anymore.â
He stuffed the paper back into his bag, climbed to his feet, and stomped off.
Over his shoulder, Jeff said, âShoulda gone to prom, man.â
Gareth paused, dejected. âWell, no one would go with meâŠâ He pushed through the double doors and was gone.
Afterward, Grant picked up his milk carton and took a few slow slips.
âYou know what,â he said thoughtfully, âGareth shouldâve asked Y/N to prom.â
Jeff chuckled to himself. âWell, she did need a date⊠Shit, should we have just told him?â
âNo,â Grant said. âNo, this is something Gareth needs to see with his own eyes.â
Now Gareth, his resolve reignited and burning brighter than ever, was prowling the senior locker area with his suspect list in hand.Â
Let them keep their secrets, he thought. I donât need their help. A lot of help they wouldâve been, anyway. Yeah, I can solve this mystery all on my own.
And he would.Â
Gareth was a fantastic investigator, you see. He could win a game of Guess Who? in less than five turns and had a lifetime record of fifty-three wins and only fifteen losses (such losses were unavoidable when you drew an easily guessable character like Anita. Ugh, Anita⊠with those rosy cheeks and annoying blonde pigtails. His little sister beat him in only two moves after that unlucky draw). Now Gareth would apply those same deductive reasoning skills to this. Ask careful, complex questions. Gather information. Cross those ladies off one by one.
There was only one problem: the girls at Hawkins High werenât exactly forthcoming about their personal lives, especially when it involved Eddie Munson. In fact, most girls denied ever having spoken to the guy.Â
Claire Dunnock, the most recent inductee into the popular clique, was being especially difficult.
Her blue eyes shifted back and forth anxiously. âI donât know what youâre talking about,â she said, and then leaned forward to make sure none of her new friends were eavesdropping. Claire had to be very careful. One misstep and she would slide all the way back down the social ladder. She couldnât afford to let that happen.
Gareth sensed her unease. âHey, relax,â he told her, âIâm not here to ruin your reputation, okay? This conversation stays between us. You have my word.â
âThereâs nothing to talk about,â Claire said. âI wouldnât be caught dead with that freak.â
âHey, that freak is my best friend,â Gareth said. âAnd you and I both know thatâs not true, Claire. I saw you get into his van that oneââ  Â
Claire seized him by the arm and hissed, âShut up!â Her eyes blazed with fearful, self-protective rage. âLook, that was a year ago, okay? I was a stupid junior who didnât know any better. Eddie and I had a class together. I guess I got a little curious, but thatâs it. We hung out once and I never spoke to him again.â Loosening her grip, she said, âBesides, he was nothing but a big disappointment, anyway.â
Anger flared in Garethâs chest. âAll right, that's it. Iâm not gonna stand here and listen to you slander my friend.âÂ
âItâs not slander if itâs true,â Claire said.Â
Gareth didnât know how to respond to that.
âLook, just answer my question, okay? Did you go home with Eddie after prom or not?â
âOf course not,â Claire answered, practically cackling at the thought.Â
(Why were high school girls so needlessly cruel?)
âI went to prom with my boyfriend. I was with him all night. Ask anyone.â Claire swung her locker door closed, put her hand on her hip, and raised her eyebrows impatiently. âAre we done now?â She walked off to join the rest of her friends.Â
Gareth glared at her back, his insides boiling with indignation and righteous fury.
You got curious and Eddie got his heart broken. Again.Â
He crossed out Claireâs name with his pen.Â
Two suspects down. Eight more to go.Â
He tucked his pen behind his ear, turned, and suddenly the hallway froze over! Okay, that didnât actually happen, but a bitter wind did blow. Gareth felt it on his face as soon as he saw you step out from around the corner.Â
Coincidence?Â
Doubtful.
You were wearing blue jeans and a Fleetwood Mac shirt. Yeah, you would like Fleetwood Mac, Gareth thought, scoffing. As usual, you were walking side by side with Chrissy Cunningham, your best friend since elementary school. She was smiling and laughing at one of your jokes. Laughing out of politeness, probably. Why you two were friends, Gareth would never know. Chrissy was sweet like cotton candy and you were so⊠soâŠ
(evil, pure evil)
rotten to the core, like moldy fruit.
âI swear,â you said with a groan, âitâll be weeks before your mom lets me into the house again. God, sheâs such a prude. How was I supposed to know she was gonna invite the whole family over for Sunday brunch? At least I was dressed up for the occasion.â
Chrissy looked at you in baffled amusement. âYou were still wearing your prom dress.â
âAnd it was a very nice prom dress. Your grandma even complimented it. She said it made me look like Madonna.â You werenât too thrilled about that comparison, but who were you to pass up a free compliment? âNow your mom, on the other hand⊠man, if looks could kill⊠I probably wouldâve choked on one of those blueberry scones she was serving, which were a tad overbaked if Iâm being honest.â
Chrissy went to her locker and fiddled with the padlock for a second before opening it. You stood patiently beside her, the wall clock barely within view.Â
It was a quarter past eight, you noted with a frown. Was Eddie here already orâŠ?Â
While hanging up her pink backpack, Chrissy said, âYeah, she definitely had some colorful words to describe you last night.âÂ
You turned your attention back to her. âYour mom called me a slut, didnât she?â
Chrissy didnât answer at first. She was busy unloading her homework. While she was doing that, one of her fellow cheerleaders snuck up behind her, tapped her on the shoulder, and gave a cheerful, heartfelt hello. Chrissy hugged her and asked how her weekend was. The two chatted casually for a minute and then the girl went on her way. Never so much as glanced at you.Â
âUmm, I believe she used the word harlot,â Chrissy said to you afterward.Â
âOh, she got biblical, huh?â Great, you thought, as if that woman didnât despise you enough already. âYou know, I donât understand your mom. First Iâm too fat to be your friend. Now Iâm too much of a slut. That lady needs to pick a lane and stay in it⊠and then drive herself right off a cliff.â Â
Chrissy threw you a friendly glare.
âJust kidding,â you said. âYou know I love your mom. She keeps me grounded. Without her, I might develop a healthy self-esteem, and we all know how dangerous that is. Yeah, that might lead to confidence and success⊠perhaps even lifelong happiness.âÂ
Ignoring you (or pretending to), Chrissy started digging through her backpack again. âDammit,â she said under her breath, âI think I left my pencil case at home.âÂ
âDonât worry, Iâm sure Jason has a pencil for you.â You smiled inwardlyâa willful, wicked smile. âThen againâŠâ Â
Chrissy pushed her locker closed, grabbed both your hands, backed you up against the lockers, and brought her face really close to yours. âShut up,â she whispered in half-hearted anger, a rosy blush blooming on the apples of her cheeks.Â
You took one look at her and busted out laughing. Chrissy started laughing, too.Â
âI hate you so much,â she said, and released you.Â
âI know,â you replied affectionately. âBut see, this is why the whole situation with your mom is so funny to me. Iâm the one whoâs still a virgin, yet somehow itâs me who gets labeled theâŠâÂ
You spotted a familiar face down the hall.Â
âGareth?â You leaned toward him, squinting. âWhat are you doing in the senior locker area?â
The sound of your voice made him flinch. âNothing,â he said, acting strangely defensive for some reason.
Thatâs when you noticed the piece of paper in his hand. You gestured toward it with your chin and said, âWhatâs that you got there? Is that a love letter? You finally asking someone out on a date? Will you go out with me? Check yes or no. Whoâs the lucky lady? Wait, arenât you a little young to be dating?â
Gareth hid the paper behind his back and glared at you. âWeâre the same age.âÂ
âAnd yet Iâm a senior and youâre a junior. Hmm, how did that happen?â You tipped your head and smiled at him. âYouâve got company, by the way.âÂ
âHuh?â Gareth stepped back andâ
A hand landed on his shoulder, closed around his flannel shirt, and spun him around. Gareth jumped back, swallowing a scream. He was now standing nose to chest with Ben Jabruski, outside linebacker and two-time defensive player of the year. Eric Kordell stood beside him, smaller but no less intimidating. His brown eyes gleamed with feral, territorial aggression.Â
âGet outta here, freak,â Eric said.Â
Gareth squared up to him, unafraid. âLast time I checked this was a free country.â He wrenched his shirt out of Benâs grip, careful not to tear his favorite flannel. It was a Christmas gift from his mother.Â
While he was distracted, Eric reached out and ripped the paper out of Garethâs hand.Â
âHey, give that back!âÂ
âWhatâs this?â Eric asked. He opened the paper and studied it for a minute. His expression went from amused to curious to downright furious. He crushed the list in his fist. âWhyâs my girlfriend on here?âÂ
âOhâŠâ Panic shot up Garethâs spine. He took a step back and let loose a nervous chuckle. âOh⊠you must be Claireâs boyfriend. You know, I heard you two had a lovely time at prom.âÂ
He turned on his heel and took off running down the hallway.Â
âBye, Gareth!â you said, fluttering your fingers as he passed. Then you looked back at Chrissy with a smile. âGod, I love that kidâŠâ
You went to your locker after that, ignoring all the busy little voices, the occasional odd glance and stifled giggle you received from the other students. Chrissy followed with her first-period textbook cradled in her arms.Â
âJust ignore them,â she told you.Â
âI already am,â you said⊠but then you saw Sarah, Sally, and Stacy huddled around Stacyâs locker. Talking about their hair. Talking about their clothes. Stirring their black cauldron of boiling bones and animal guts. Sarah looked at you, whispered something to Sally, who passed the same message on to Stacy, and all three of them tittered gleefully at your expense.Â
âJust ignore them,â Chrissy said. Â
âI will,â you said, but firstâ
You whipped around and burst out: âSo which one of you got knocked up after prom? My moneyâs on you, Stacy.âÂ
Chrissy, dismayed but secretly delighted, tugged gently on your right elbow. Before going with her, you tossed Satanâs mistress (AKA Stacy Raab) a snide little wink. Stacy rolled her eyes in disgust.Â
âStop it,â Chrissy said.Â
âThey started it.âÂ
âI know⊠but stop it. Youâre better than that.âÂ
At the end of the hallway, you spotted Chance Gallagher standing in front of his open locker, wearing the same green letterman jacket that he wore when he asked you to prom six weeks ago. Chance closed his locker and caught your eye for a moment. Then he gave you a small, apologetic smile.Â
What was he apologizing for? For asking you to prom, getting your hopes up, and then humiliating you in front of the entire senior class? You werenât sorry he did it. In fact, you were glad he did it. Yeah, you wanted to go up to him, shake his hand, and thank him for being such a spineless little worm. If he were a decent guy, your night might have gone differently, and you were quite pleased with how your night went. So thank you, Chance. Thank you for being a complete scumbag. Maybe I should write him a thank-you note.Â
Smiling, you turned back around. As you did, you stole another quick glance at the clock on the wall.Â
Eight-nineteenâŠÂ
You sighed.Â
⊠and now eight-twenty.Â
âHeâs running late, huh?â Chrissy said. You looked her way and she flashed you a sweet, teasing smile. âI know youâre waiting for him.â
A small flush of heat tickled your cheeks, threatening to set your whole face on fire. Resisting it, you grabbed your padlock and started spinning the dial: three turns to the right, one full turn to the left, another quick turn to the right, and
âAre you nervous about seeing him?â
you missed the last number and had to start all over again.Â
âKind of,â you admitted. âIs that weird?â
Chrissy shook her head, her smile growing brighter and brighter. âNope, itâs totally normal and absolutely adorable.â Giggling, she hugged her book tightly to her chest. If her hands were free, she probably would have hugged you instead. âIâm so happy for you. I really, really am. I swear, I feel like my heartâs about to burst right now.âÂ
âWell, you should probably see a doctor about that.âÂ
Chrissy stuck her tongue out at you. You did it right back, popped off your lock, and pulled on the handle. The locker door swung outward, squeaking on its hinges, and almost smacked Chrissy in the face. âHey!â she said, laughing. She stepped back, skipped around you, and planted herself comfortably on your left side.
âSo did you see him last night?â she asked, practically beaming.Â
âNope.â You slipped off your messenger bag and hung it on the hook.Â
Chrissy squinted at you suspiciously. âWhy do I feel like youâre lying right now?âÂ
âIâm not lying,â you told her, only to be betrayed by your blushing face. âI didnât see him last night⊠technically it was this morning.âÂ
Twelve-o-two, to be exact. Thatâs when you saw the headlights flashing through your bedroom window blinds.
âOh my god,â Chrissy said. Â
âWhat? He just stopped by to say goodnight.â You smiled softly to yourself. âIt was kind of romantic, actually.âÂ
âUh-huh,â Chrissy said, laughing at you. âAnd how long did you two say goodnight?â
âOnly for an hour⊠and a half.â
It was raining last night. You couldnât invite Eddie into the house, so you two hung out in his van for a while. A very long while. W.A.S.P. was playing on the stereo. Eddie had found the cassette tape while cleaning out his van that afternoon. He was very proud of this accomplishment. It was adorable. He had you listen to a few of his favorite songs, asked you about your day, told you about his, and during âCries In the Night,â he leaned over the center console and kissed you. Everything after that was a bit of a blur. The last thing you remembered was the horn blaring. You had accidentally pressed it with your elbow. Â
âOh my god,â Chrissy said.
âStop saying, âOh my god.â You sound like my mom.â Â
She had said the exact same thing after confronting you about it in the kitchen this morning. Turns out, the car horn had woken her up. Then she caught you creeping back inside through the front door. It was an awkward breakfast, to say the least.Â
Chrissy poked your shoulder playfully. âThatâs how it starts, you know. Late-night visits. Long, drawn-out goodbyes. You two are gonna be inseparable this summer.â She breathed a long, lovesick sigh. âJason and I used to be like that.âÂ
âYouâre still like that.âÂ
âYeah,â she said, smiling.Â
âSpeaking ofâŠâ You saw Jason Carver coming down the hallway, his pants ironed and creased, white collared shirt tucked in, a brand new Rolex glinting on his left wrist (an early graduation present from his father, apparently). He looked like a Ralph Lauren catalog model. âIs it weird that Iâm picturing him naked right now?â  Â
Chrissy hid her face in embarrassment. âI swear to God, if you say anythingâŠâÂ
âWhat am I gonna say to him? âThank you for deflowering my best friendâ? âI heard your penis is rather pleasingâ? I donât wanna talk to him about that. I donât even wanna think about that.â
Prior to this weekend, you couldnât even imagine Jason Carver having genitals. You always figured he was like a Ken doll down there. Nothing but smooth plastic.
Chrissy looked at you, mortified. âWhy do I tell you anything?â Â
âI have no idea,â you said. Then you checked the clock again.Â
Eight twenty-three.Â
Where the hellâs Eddie? you wondered, starting to get a little worried.
Jasonâs arrival reclaimed your attention.Â
âHey, guys,â he said in that smooth drawl that made all the girls swoon.Â
You expected to find him standing with his million-dollar smile, but he wasnât. No, today Jason seemed differentâhumble, approachable, perhaps even a little shy. It was as if heâd reverted back to his ten-year-old self. Little Jason Carver, who could barely dribble a basketball. The boy who stammered when he introduced himself to the rest of the class. The boy who sat down next to you, smiled, and said he liked the character on your favorite shirt. The boy who talked to you every day. Encouraged you. Defended you. The boy you caught staring at your best friend way too many times to be a coincidence.Â
Then you looked at Chrissy and she seemed younger, too. A blushing, fidgeting ten-year-old who always forgot to stand up straight. She got so excited when Jason offered to walk her home from school. He even carried my books!
Back then, your happiness for them had been counterfeit, complicated, but not anymore. Yeah, now you could say you were genuinely happy for both of them.Â
This was still awkward as hell, though.
âHey, Chrissy needs to borrow a pencil,â you blurted out, breaking their amorous trance.
A soft pink flush rose to Jasonâs cheeks. âWhat?â
âJust ignore her,â Chrissy said, struggling to keep a straight face.Â
Meanwhile, you punched Jason on the shoulder. âHey, donât forget about our deal, buddy.âÂ
âI havenât,â he told you. âIâll buy your lunch, as promised. Itâs the least I can do.âÂ
âWhat if I want two lunches? And a whole plate of cookies?â
âThen I guess Iâm buying you two lunches and a whole plate of cookies.âÂ
Jason smiled at you⊠but then his demeanor changed, hardening like armor.Â
âAre you okay?â he asked.
You blinked at him. âAm I okay?â you repeated slowly, a little taken aback. âWell, I did wake up with a strange tattoo on my wrist. Itâs like a crucifix, except itâs upside down. Weird⊠Also, I canât be sure, but I think I might be dealing with a Rosemaryâs Baby scenario. Yeah, Iâm definitely gonna be giving birth to the Antichrist in about nine months. Buy something black.âÂ
Jasonâs eyes widened in confused horror.Â
âOh my god, Iâm kidding!â you said. âEddie was a complete gentleman. He even asked for permission before he impregnated me with his hellseed. Naturally, I gave him the green light because⊠well, have you seen his face? Itâs kinda perfect.âÂ
Chrissy put her hand over her mouth and giggled. Jason didnât appreciate your joke.Â
âCome on, be serious.âÂ
âI am being serious. Believe it or not, I actually find him insanely attractive. Heâs like a discount version of Eddie Van Halen, and I canât afford the real thing, soâŠâÂ
âSo you actually slept with him?â Jason sounded disappointed and ashamed. He reminded you of your father.Â
No, worse than your father.
âWell, no, I was kidding about that. I mean, I did sleep with him, but not in the way youâre assuming. And are you seriously gonna judge me for having sex? Itâs been a while since Iâve been to church, but Iâm pretty sure the bible condemns hypocrisy. You might wanna reread those sections. I think youâll find them very enlightening.â
Jason ground his jaw in irritation. âStop making jokes!âÂ
âI donât want to,â you said finally, your voice breaking, âbecause then Iâm just gonna get really, really mad like Iâm doing right now, and I donât wanna be mad at you, Jason. I was having a really good morning until you showed up.âÂ
By now, Chrissy had stopped laughing. Her shoulders drooped and she looked at you with a sick, sorry expression.Â
Jason said, âLook, I just think youâre undervaluing yourself, okay? You can do so much better than thatââ
âOh, please donât do that. Donât try to talk to me like youâre my friend.âÂ
âI am your friend.âÂ
âThen be my friend, Jason. Stop trying to ruin my happiness!â
The school bell dinged and students began making their way to class. Jason went, too. Didnât even bother saying goodbye. Chrissy told you not to worry about him. âJasonâll come around eventually.â Then she smiled, waved goodbye, and ran to catch up with him.Â
You werenât half as optimistic as she was.Â
This is gonna be a huge problem, isnât it?Â
You groaned, dreading it.Â
Behind you, another wave of students came rushing down the hallway. Brittany Wirth was among them. You knew because you could hear her shrill voice piercing through the dull chatter around her. She was ranting about prom, complaining about the flowers, complaining about the food, about the music, aboutâ
âYOU!âÂ
You flinched and turned around, thinking she was talking to you.Â
What you saw made your eyes light up with glee. Brittany Wirth had Eddie Munson pinned up against the lockers, and she was jabbing him in the chest with her index finger.Â
âYou, sir, are a total asshole! Do you have any idea how hard I worked on that event? I was planning it for months, planning it to perfection, and then YOU had to go and make it all about yourself, as usual.â She stepped back and huffed, exhausted. âI hope youâre proud of yourself.âÂ
âIâm a little proud of myself,â Eddie replied candidly.Â
Brittany shot him a deadly glare. âOh, shut up!â She swept her hair off her shoulder and walked away.
You stopped her as she passed. âYou know what, Brittany, all things considered, I thought it was a very successful night.âÂ
Brittanyâs jaw dropped and got stuck like that, locked in befuddled rage. Not a single sound came out, but you could tell she was trying to speak. Was this it? Had it finally happened? Did Brittany Wirth actually crack? She worked her lips unsuccessfully for a minute and then closed them again, steaming in her hatred, screaming internally like a boiling teapot. She brushed past you and continued on her way.Â
Then you heard Eddie approach you. Â
âDid I really make the night all about me?âÂ
His question made you giggle. âA little bit.â You turned around with a smile, glad to see him, relieved to see him. âI still had a good time, though.âÂ
âWell, thatâs all that matters,â Eddie said, but there was something in your eyes that made him frown with concern. âEverything okay?â
âYeah, everythingâs fine,â you said, and blinked that silly little worry away. âJasonâs just being⊠well, Jason.âÂ
âI take it he doesnât approve of me.âÂ
âYeah, youâve really got him clutching his bible. He thinks youâre gonna drain my blood and sacrifice me to the devil.âÂ
âReally?â Eddie said, his eyes widening in false astonishment. âWell, he just spoiled our next date.âÂ
âOh, really?â you replied, giggling. âWell, I guess that explains why Iâm still a virgin.âÂ
Eddie winced, looked down at his shoes, and grinned bashfully. âOkay, I walked right into that one.â
âYeah, you did,â you said; and God, it drove you crazy seeing him get so flustered.
Kinda like last night, you thought, startling yourself, and immediately shooed that dangerous thought away. Now was not the time for that, young lady. You still had a full day of school to get through. Somehow.
âYouâre late,â you said.  Â
âYeah, I uhâŠâ Eddie brought his hand to his face and started rubbing it. âI got pulled over for speeding.â
You gasped. âNo, you didnât.âÂ
âYeah, I did.âÂ
âProve it.â
Eddie pulled a folded-up piece of paper out of his back pocket and handed it to you. You opened it and immediately busted out laughing.Â
âOh, wow⊠going fifty-five in a forty-five.âÂ
âEh, they went easy on me⊠I was going at least sixty.âÂ
âWowâŠâÂ
âYeahâŠâ Eddie said, tilting his head. âThe one time Iâm in a rush to get to school.âÂ
His brown eyes sought yours and settled there for a moment, his lips curling into a tender, captivated smile. You smiled back helplessly, feeling girly, feeling giddy, feeling like you were probably grinning like an idiot right now. Embarrassed, you pressed the paper to your mouth in a vain attempt to hide it. When that didnât work, you thrust the ticket back into Eddieâs hand and turned away, pretending to pull books from your locker.Â
You felt along the spines like someone fumbling around in the dark. What class were you going to again? History? English? French?Â
No, you werenât even taking French.
You spoke to Eddie in a frazzled voice: âWell, since youâre not in handcuffs right now, Iâm assuming they didnât find anything when they searched your van, huh?âÂ
âLuckily, noâŠâÂ
âGood thing you cleaned out your van yesterday.â
âMhmâŠâ Eddie said, his voice seeming much closer than before.
Your roaming fingers slowed, then stopped, sliding all the way down the stack of books. With one more step, his presence had consumed you, making you blind and deaf to everything else, everything except Eddie. You could feel him standing next to you, leaning into you, his left hand outstretched and resting against the locker beside you. His voice sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.
âFind what youâre looking for yet?â
You gazed into his eyes and got lost in them. â⊠I canât remember what class Iâm going to.â
You laughed at yourself sheepishly, senselessly, and saw Eddie crack a small smile: half amused and half⊠something else, something that brought you back to last nightâthat quiet, rainy night. Sitting in the dark and listening to music. Eddie humming softly beside you, drumming his right hand on the steering wheel, watching the tiny droplets race down his windshield. You sitting in your seat nervously. Fidgeting restlessly. Running your fingers over the plastic cassette case on your lap. Pretending to take interest in it while secretly watching Eddie out of the corner of your eye. Waiting for him to kiss you. Hoping heâd kiss you. Catching him staring at you with that smile⊠the same smile he was giving you now⊠right before he leaned in andâŠ
âAhem.âÂ
Another student appeared behind you, tapping her foot impatiently. âUhh, can I get to my locker, please?â
Eddie drew away from you, embarrassed and a little frustrated, and took two giant steps back.
The girl assumed his place without a word, opened her locker, hung up her backpack, her jacket, grabbed her textbook and notebook, snatched a few pens from her bag, and closed her locker again. Before leaving, she motioned between you and Eddie and said, âSo is this like a thing now?â
You caught Eddieâs eye for a second. âUhh, yes,â you said while he fought back a huge smile.
The girl shook her head as if dizzy. âWeird,â she said, and left.Â
Afterward, you turned to Eddie with a puzzled frown. âWait, is it weird that Iâm dating you or that youâre dating me? I need to know where I rank in this relationship.â
âMaybe you should ask her.âÂ
âMaybe I willâŠâÂ
Giggling, you stepped past him, spotted your locker neighbor at the end of the hallway, cupped your hands over your mouth, and shouted, âHey, Carmen!â but you never got a chance to finish. Eddie had grabbed your hand and dragged you back to him, pulling you into his arms, putting you right where he wanted you, intending to pick up exactly where he left off.
The second bell rang before you could even feel his breath on your lips. Eddie closed his eyes tightly, as if pained.Â
âI really hate that I have to be in school right now.âÂ
âMe too,â you said, staring up at him, your heart still pounding in your chest. âWe should probably get to class.â Â
Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tighter against him. âOr we could just, yâknow, skip first period altogether⊠since you donât know where youâre supposed to be anyway.âÂ
He swooped down and placed a few chaste kisses along the side of your head. Blushing, you buried your face into his chest.Â
âAre you trying to get me to cut class, sir?â
âNo, just giving you options.âÂ
âMhm,â you said, giggling.Â
While you contemplated his offer, you traced your hand over the button pocket of his denim vest, feeling the fabric, flicking each of his treasured pins one by one: Judas Priest, Accept, Mercyful Fate. You found the W.A.S.P. pin last and focused on it, teasing it with your finger.Â
âAnd then what?â you asked, lifting your head to look at him. âWe go back to your van and finish what you started last night?âÂ
Eddieâs eyes brightened in surprise. âFinish what you started, if I remember correctly.â Â
âWas I the one who started it?â You frowned, pretending not to remember.Â
Meanwhile, your hand had drifted up to the collar of his leather jacket. You nudged it out of the way and started tugging along the neckline of his shirt, revealing a faint pink bruise on the base of his collarbone. Eddie winced as your finger brushed over it. You smiled softly, remembering how his breath hitched when your lips made the first budding mark, how he cursed and moaned while you planted all the others, his hands slipping underneath your shirt and sliding across your skin.Â
âI may have gotten a little carried awayâŠâ Â
âYeah, you definitely did,â Eddie said, smiling at you. Â
âI just really like W.A.S.P.â
âDo you?âÂ
âMhmâŠâ
Eddieâs Adamâs apple bobbed as he laughed. âWell, I still have the tape in my van. We can go listen to it right now if you want.âÂ
You bit your lip hard, unable to answer right away. God dammit, what had you gotten yourself into? You werenât seriously considering his proposition before, but nowâŠ
âGo to class, please.âÂ
Now Ms. Kelley had come out of her office and was sweeping away the last few stragglers, you and Eddie included.
âI know weâre all a little sluggish this morning, but letâs start this week off strong, okay? Thereâs still another month before graduation. Donât lose your focus now.â She looked at you and Eddie tiredly. âYou two. Class. Now.â Â Â
You sighed as you saw your window of opportunity close. Eddie peeled himself away from you and started down the hallway. Â
âSee ya later,â he said over his shoulder.Â
âBye,â you said back, hiding your disappointment behind a smile.Â
Upon returning to your locker, you grabbed your textbookâthe right textbookâand wedged it in the crook of your left elbow. While hunting around for the matching notebook and folder, you heard Eddieâs voice behind you again, catching you completely by surprise.
âOh, wait,â he said hurriedly, âI forgot to tell you something.âÂ
âHmm?â
You turned around and felt Eddieâs hands cup the sides of your face, drawing you in for a soft, sweet kiss. You closed your eyes, savoring it. A moment later, he broke the kiss and pulled away. Â
âSee you in third period,â he said, departing with a smile.Â
It took you a second to recover from that. When you finally did, you clutched your textbook to your chest and smiled uncontrollably, tears brimming in your eyes, your heart racing, stomach fluttering, face glowing with pure, radiant joy.Â
Under your breath, you whispered, âI hate so much that I have to be in school right now.â
Gareth, on the other hand, was glad to be in school today. Admittedly, his morning had gotten off to a rough start, but things were finally starting to look up for him, and now he felt like he was on the verge of a major breakthrough.Â
Maybe.Â
Hopefully.
But he didnât wanna jinx it.Â
In first period, Gareth snuck into the library and talked to Matilda Gunn: salutatorian, captain of the debate team, and the third name on Garethâs list (his new list, of course; the original list was long gone, probably lying in a trashcan somewhere).
Matilda, anyway, was sitting at the back table and studying for her upcoming physics test. Matilda preferred studying in the library over her study hall class because she couldnât stand the sound of her neighbor chewing and slurping his nails. She wasnât too happy when Gareth pulled out the chair across from her and sat down. She was even less happy when he brought up Eddie Munson.Â
âFirst of all, Iâm offended that you would even think I would associate with that moron. I hate the guy. He ruined my GPA. Stupid group projects⊠God, I hate them!â Enraged, Matilda tore a random leaf out of her notebook and ripped the poor thing to shreds. Gareth watched her do it, horrified, and hoped there was nothing important written on that page. âYou know, if Iâd known he was gonna slack off like he did, I wouldâve just done the whole thing myself. But no⊠I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I gave him the easiest task and he couldnât even do that. He said he forgot about it. Said he was busy working on a campaign or something.â
âYeah, he gets like that sometimes,â Gareth said. âLike last month, he spent the whole weekend learning âMaster of Puppets.â Have you heard that song?âÂ
Matilda shook her head, her eyes glazed with boredom.Â
âWell, doesnât matter. Itâs a very hard song to play. Thatâs all you need to know. And Eddie became obsessed with it. He locked himself in his room all weekend and practiced over and over andââÂ
Matilda pressed her hand to her temple and hissed, âListen, junior freak, I donât give a shit about Eddie Munson and his fucking guitar. Okay? Second of all, I didnât even go to prom on Saturday. I was studying all weekend, studying for this test, and if I donât get an A, Iâm gonna hold you personally responsible. Now get lost.â
Gareth lurched back in his seat and felt his mouth go dry.Â
(Once again, why were high school girls so needlessly cruel?)Â Â
âOkay,â he said in a small voice. âIâm, uhh, sorry for bothering you.âÂ
He got up to leave.Â
âWait,â Matilda said with a sigh; then after a moment of careful, painful deliberation, she put out her hand. âGimme your stupid list.â
Gareth held the list against his chest, protecting it. âYouâre not gonna rip it up, are you?â he asked, observing the tattered remains of her last victim. âBecause Iâm getting kinda tired of writing all these names out.â
And some of those girls had really long names. Â
âIâm not gonna rip it up.â Matildaâs voice was strained with frustration and fatigue, but there was still some warmth hiding in there, dimly glowing beneath the cold black coals of her heart. âIâm gonna help you narrow it down, okay? Otherwise, youâll never figure it out.â She motioned impatiently with her hand. âCome on, hurry up.âÂ
Gareth handed her the list and she looked it over for a minute, vaguely amused. Â
âNot a very long list,â she said while uncapping her highlighter with her teeth.Â
âWell, Eddieâs very picky.âÂ
As he should be, Gareth thought. That man deserved the best.
(much better than you)Â
Matilda snorted under her breath. âYeah, Iâm sure thatâs it.â She rolled her eyes, bent her head, and began marking up the list with her highlighter. Her hand was calm and controlled, each movement deliberate, precise, as to be expected of an advanced test taker. âOkay, she has a boyfriend⊠she, Iâm pretty sure, has a girlfriend⊠boyfriend⊠boyfriend⊠boyfriend⊠sheâs been out of town for a funeral⊠and she⊠doesnât even live in this state anymore.â
She crossed off the last name and slid the paper across the table.Â
Gareth gaped at it, speechless. âYou just eliminated everyone.âÂ
Matilda shrugged. âLike I said, not a long list.âÂ
It was a major setback, the kind of setback that made you want to tear the whole thing to pieces, cut your losses, and give up. Gareth seriously considered it. He almost did it while sitting in his second-period class.Â
But then an angel appeared. A blonde-haired, blue-eyed angel named Olivia Kent.
She peered over his shoulder during class. âWhatcha doinâ?â she asked, sitting with her chin on her palm.Â
Gareth considered lying, saying he was working on his assignment or something, but in his current state, he didnât have the heart to deceive anyone, especially not Olivia, who was so innocent and kind.
âIâm trying to figure out who my friend went home with after prom.âÂ
âOh? Whoâs your friend?â
âEddie Munson.âÂ
âOh...â Olivia giggled a silly, unaffected giggle. âYeah, he had quite the night.âÂ
Gareth turned around in his seat. âYou were at prom, Livvy?âÂ
âMhm! It was a lotta fun.âÂ
âAnd you saw Eddie there?â
âSure. I saw him lots of times.âÂ
âDid you see him leave with anybody?â
âSure did⊠I saw everything.âÂ
âYou saw everything?â Gareth sat back, awestruck, and felt tears come to his eyes. This was it. This was finally it. This was the breakthrough that Gareth had been waiting for. An eye witnessâa star witnessâhad emerged at last, willing and eager to cooperate. âOh, Livvy, you beautiful, beautiful, heavenly creature, tell me everything.âÂ
âAbout what?â
âAbout prom, Livvy.âÂ
âOh, you wanna hear about prom?â Olivia shrugged, smiled, and said, âOkay! Philip Cuthbert asked me. I didnât think he was going to, but then he totally surprised me! I wore a frilly pink dress and matching pink heels. Phillip wore a dark blue tux and a black bowtie. I think it was black, but it mightâve been blue, too. Then Philip got me one of those really pretty flower bracelets⊠What are those called again? Oh, right, corsages! Anyway, we took pictures on the front lawn of my house, then we took pictures at his house, and then we took more pictures in front of City Hall. I donât normally like taking so many pictures, but I didnât mind so much in this case. It was a special occasion. Phillip said I looked very pretty. He was really nice to me all night. He held my hand. He bought me dinner. He got me some cake. I actually ate two slices of cake that night, but donât tell anybody, okay? I was only supposed to have one. And then we danced and drank punch and we danced againââ
Gareth put his hand on top of hers, making Olivia blush and look at him in doe-eyed wonderment. âLivvy, Iâm glad you had such a fun time at prom, but since class is gonna be ending soon, do you think you could speed things up and get to the part where you saw Eddie? Is that okay?â
âSure,â Olivia said, smiling. âI saw him talking to Chrissy.âÂ
âYeah, he went there to ask her to dance. I told him it was a terrible idea, but he refused to listen to me.âÂ
âYeah, that was a bad idea. Why would he do that?âÂ
âBecause Eddieâs a hopeless romantic.âÂ
âReally?" Olivia frowned, considering it. âHe doesnât seem like one.âÂ
âHe hides it behind a mask of cynicism, and he hides it very well.âÂ
âOh,â Livvy said, mystified by the concept. âWell, I guess that explains why he got up on stage then.â
âWait, Eddie got up on stage?âÂ
Damn, Gareth thought, thatâs actually really impressive.Â
âMhm! He gave this long speech and everything. My friends said it was really weird and embarrassing, but honestly, I thought it was kinda sweet. Super embarrassing, but sweet. It was kind of like a⊠hmm⊠well, I guess you could call it a love confession. I donât remember what he said exactly, but it was really adorable, and normally I wouldnât use that word to describe Eddieâyou know, âcause heâs so mean and scary-lookingâbut at that moment, he really was adorable. Kinda like a puppy. And then he played Journey andââÂ
Garethâs head rocked back. âHe played Journey? Eddie played Journey? Eddie doesnât like Journey. Nobody likes Journey. Nobody exceptâŠâÂ
(you)
Garethâs eyes widened. His stomach plummeted to the floor. Then he shook his head and the thought was gone.Â
âOkay, maybe itâs just a coincidence,â he said. âMaybe the DJ suggested Journey. Do you remember what song it was, Livvy?âÂ
âNo, I donât. Sorry, Iâm not very good with song titles.âÂ
âWas it âSeparate Waysâ? âAny Way You Want Itâ? âDonât Stop Believinââ? âFaithfullyâ? âOpen Armsâ?âÂ
âYou know, for someone who doesnât like Journey, you sure know a lot of Journey songs.âÂ
And for someone who seemed like such an airhead, Olivia Kent was shockingly observant. Gareth was rather impressed. He couldnât help but tip his head to her. TouchĂ©, fair lady.Â
âI think it was the last one,â Olivia said.Â
ââOpen Armsâ?âÂ
âI think so.âÂ
âSo Eddie played a sappy love song,â Gareth concluded while rubbing his chin. âMakes sense.âÂ
âMhm⊠and it mustâve worked âcause she left with him right after.âÂ
âYou saw the girl who left with him?â Â
âYep.âÂ
âYou saw her face?â
âOf course I did. She walked right past me.âÂ
âAnd did you recognize her?â
âUh-huh!âÂ
âYES!â Gareth pumped his fists excitedly. He almost leaped out of his chair and kissed her, he was so happy. âWho was it, Livvy? Tell me who it was!â
Olivia sighed. âI donât remember.âÂ
âWhat?â Garethâs heart shattered. âBut you just said you recognized her.â
âI did recognize her face, but I donât remember her name⊠Sorry, Gareth, Iâm not very good with names.âÂ
âYouâre not good with names,â Gareth repeated softly, beside himself. âSheâs not good with names. Sheâs not good with names. My star witness isnât good with names.âÂ
He laughed madly to himself, feeling dizzy and delirious, feeling like the whole room was spinning like a turntable. A turntable playing Journey. Journey! Of all the bands in the world, Eddie, why Journey? Why? Why?
Meanwhile, Olivia rested her cheek against her palm and smiled at him. âYou have really pretty eyes. Do you want my number?â Â
Gareth paused, considering it. His face turned bright red.Â
âYes, Livvy. Yes, Iâd love to get your number.âÂ
âCool!â She scribbled it on a piece of notebook paper and handed it to him. âCall me sometime, okay?âÂ
So now Gareth was strolling away from his third-period class with a laminated hall pass in hand, Olivia Kentâs phone number in his pocket, a massive pit in his stomach, and Steve Perryâs annoying voice in his head.Â
Journey.Â
Eddie had requested Journey. Â
It wasnât a coincidence, was it?Â
Gareth walked past Mr. Prichardâs math class, stopped, and backpedaled a few paces. He pressed his face against the glass and peered inside.Â
Eddie was sitting at his desk with his assignment out and textbook open in front of him. He had his pencil in his hand, but he had yet to write a single answer. He was just tapping it against his notebook while he stared absently at the chalkboard, stared with a faraway look in his eyes. Gareth knew that look. It meant Eddie was lost in thought, usually about D&D or whatever new song he was learning, but today Gareth had a sneaking suspicion that Eddie was thinking about something elseâor rather someone else.Â
But not you. Please, God, not you.Â
You were sitting behind him and quietly working on your assignment, just working on your assignment, and that caught Gareth a little off guard. If you had gone home with Eddie (as Gareth begrudgingly suspected now), shouldnât you have been acting a little⊠happy? excited? Shouldnât you have been staring at the back of his head with a dumb, lovesick expression? Daydreaming and doodling about him in your notebook? Naming your future children and planning your destination wedding?
Gareth expected to feel something when he peeked into that classroom. A change in energy. A shift in the natural balance of the universe. Call it whatever you want, but there should have been a noticeable difference in the air, right? Right? Â
But there wasnât. Â
Everything was totally normal.Â
You and Eddie were acting totally normal.Â
And that filled Gareth with an exhilarating sense of relief.Â
It wasnât you. Thank God, it wasnât you.Â
Gareth backed away with a smile. If he had stayed a minute longer, he would have seen the exact change in energy he had been waiting for. If he had stayed a minute longer, he would have seen Eddie turn around and start talking to you. He would have seen you smile and blush and tell him to go back to his assignment (even though you didnât really want him to go back to his assignment). Then he would have seen Eddie turn back to the front, try to do his work, give up, and turn around again five minutes later.Â
But Gareth didnât stay. Instead, he continued down the hallway in blissful ignorance, pulled out his list, ripped it up, and tossed the pieces into the trash.Â
If it wasnât any of them and it wasnât you, there was only one logical conclusion.Â
âShe doesnât go to school here, does she?â
Gareth forced this treasonous charge onto Eddie as soon as he arrived at the cafeteria. He had found his target sitting at his usual place at the head of the table. The seat of high honor. Eddieâs chair. The kingâs chair. Gareth, a once-honorable and faithful soldier, slammed down his tray, leaned forward, pressed his palms into the table, and looked Eddie Munson square in the eye. Unblinking. Unflinching. Unyielding against his Dungeon Masterâs powerful, intimidating aura. Â
A moment of tense silence passed. Jeff and Grant looked at each other and immediately stopped eating. Jeff put down his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Grant screwed on the lid of his soup thermos and set the container aside. There was no telling how long this would take. Gareth had a talent for prolonging his inevitable demise. It was like watching a slow hanging.Â
Oh, but what a show it would be.Â
âWho is she, Eddie?â Gareth thrust out his finger accusingly. âHuh? Is she a teacher? A townie? Some drunk chick you picked up at the bar while drowning your pathetic sorrows away?âÂ
âYikes,â Jeff said, cringing.Â
And Grant said, âThat is quite the allegation.â Â
Indeed it was, and Eddie didnât seem to appreciate the open assault on his character. His brown eyes sharpened into a steely glare. They reflected Garethâs destruction like a black crystal ball. Doom. Doom. Doom.Â
âGet your finger outta my face,â Eddie said, and that was all he needed to say. Â
âIâm so sorry,â Gareth said, and fell back into his chair with a thump. His heart thudded in his chest while the color slowly returned to his face. That was as close to death as Gareth had ever come. It was a miracle heâd survived. He bent his head and capitulated: âI sincerely apologize for my previous statement. It was malicious and rude, completely unbecoming of my position.â
Grant squinted his eyes curiously. âAnd what is your position, exactly?âÂ
âIâm Eddieâs best friend, obviously.âÂ
âObviously,â Jeff echoed, snickering.Â
Grant, wryly amused, said, âUhh, Iâm pretty sure Scottieâs his best friend.âÂ
Eddie, having dropped his tyrannous facade, was pretending to listen while absentmindedly picking through his snack bag, his thoughts elsewhere, eyes elsewhere. But where, Gareth couldnât say. He had strained his neck to see who Eddie was looking at, but it was impossible to tell with so many people in the cafeteria. He could have been looking at anyone, anyone, anyone except you.
âHeâs right,â Eddie murmured. âScottieâs my best friend.âÂ
Gareth shrugged, unconcerned with such trivial technicalities. âWell, then Iâm your second best friend, Eddie, and since Scottieâs in prison right now, I have to step in and assume the role in his stead.âÂ
âAh, the interim best friend. So thatâs the imaginary position you gave yourself.âÂ
âOh, shut up and eat your soup, Grant.âÂ
âI will eat my soup,â Grant said, âand Iâll enjoy it while you continue to embarrass yourself.âÂ
âYouâre embarrassing yourself,â Gareth grumbled nonsensically. He stabbed a piece of broccoli with his fork, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. It tasted like dirt. âIâm having a really horrible day.â Â
âWell, thatâs too bad,â Eddie said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. âMineâs actually going pretty well.â
Another cryptic response. Gareth simply couldnât take it anymore.
âYou know,â Jeff began, âspeaking of ScottieââÂ
Gareth flung down his fork angrily, sending a spear of broccoli whizzing past Grantâs left shoulder.Â
âOh, come on, just tell me who it is already! Enough with the hints and the coded language. I swear to God, youâre driving me crazy, Eddie! Youâve been torturing me for days with this mystery. I canât eat. I canât sleep. I canât think about anything else. As your friend, Iâm begging you to stop. Please, for my sanity, stop.âÂ
Eddie popped a pretzel into his mouth and chewed. âIâve been torturing you?â
Grant said, âHeâs been torturing himself, honestly.âÂ
Jeff nodded, seeming on the verge of laughter. âYeah, he made a list and everything.â
Eddie grimaced. âWait, thereâs a list? Why is there a list?âÂ
âBecause youâve driven me to madness, Eddie!â Gareth blurted out in blind white rage. âI hope youâre happy because youâve driven me to complete madness! Who were you with on Saturday? Donât even try to deny it because I heard a girl talking in the background. It wasnât the TV. It was a girl. A living, breathing girl. I know you were with her that night, and I know you were with her yesterday.âÂ
âI wasnât with her yesterday,â Eddie replied, his eyelids heavy with annoyance. âI already told you, I was out running errands.âÂ
âOh, youâre sticking with that story, huh? Okay, Eddie, letâs assume you were out running errands. Letâs assume you spent your whole Sunday exactly as you said. You got up bright and early, stopped by the drugstore for God knows what, and then spent the rest of the day by yourself at home, cleaning out your van.âÂ
âI did clean out my van yesterday. Thatâs how I found my lost W.A.S.P. tape.â Â
âOh, which album?â Grant asked.Â
âThe Last Command,â Eddie answered, a soft smile touching his face.Â
Wait, was that another clue?
âNice,â Grant said. âThatâs a solid album.âÂ
Eddie nodded, agreeing, but now there was a distant glimmer in his eyes that wasnât there before. Gareth couldnât take his eyes off it. It was as if his friend was lost in a cherished memory.Â
What significance did this W.A.S.P. tape hold?
Was there any significance?Â
These questions twisted Garethâs mind into a pretzel.Â
And speaking of pretzels, Eddie had set down his snack bag and stopped eating. Weird. He now sat with his arms folded over his chest, fingers drumming impatiently against his right bicep. His wandering eyes kept going back to the clock. Counting down the minutes. What had him so restless all of a sudden? What was he waiting for? His next class? English? Was that significant? Eddie hated English. He dreaded English. He complained about it every day because it meant he had to seeâÂ
Eddie pushed off the table and stood up. Gareth climbed up from his chair, too.Â
âWhere are you going, Eddie?âÂ
âDude,â Jeff said, looking up at him. âYou need to calm down.âÂ
âOtherwise,â Grant went on, âyou might get demoted to third best friend.â
The two of them dissolved into laughter. Gareth didnât even hear them. Â
âItâs happening,â he muttered. âSomethingâs happening.â
âYeah, you annoyed Eddie so much that he had to leave to get away from you.âÂ
But that wasnât it. Eddie wasnât fleeing for the exit like a coward. No, he was marching straight through the middle of the cafeteria like a lone soldier charging through the battlefield. Charging to victory or to death. He was infiltrating the enemyâs stronghold, impervious to their hostile glares and raised eyebrows. Even Jason Carver himself, who had begun to get out of his chair, could not stop him today. Eddie was a man determined, a man determined to get to
(of course)
you.Â
He wedged himself between two basketball players, pushed his palms into the table, and greeted you with a charming smile. You gazed up at him in sweet surprise.Â
âHi,â you said.Â
âHi,â he said back. âYou wanna skip next period?â
Chrissyâs jaw dropped. âOh my god,â she said while you blushed, buried your face in your hands, and giggled.Â
Gareth, dumbstruck, slumped back into his chair with the bitter taste of defeat in his mouth.Â
That bitch, he thought. That Journey-loving bitch, she actually did it.Â
Grant regarded him with an impressed frown. âYou know, youâre handling this a lot better than I thought you would. When did you figure it out?âÂ
Gareth sighed. âSecond period.âÂ
Eddie just had to play Journey.
There was a moment of solemn silence after that. Then Grant unscrewed his soup thermos and lunch resumed as usual. Jeff took a bite of his sandwich. Gareth, now resigned to his grim fate, stuck his fork into his meatloaf and cut himself a modest slice. The meat looked dry and grey. What a horrible new world he lived in.Â
But, he supposed, there was something to look forward to.Â
âI got Olivia Kentâs number today. I think Iâm gonna ask her out this weekend.âÂ
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Question for dw fans, where does the doctor who canon starts and end for you? Each response include all response above them
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The Saga of K9
1977: Bob Baker and Dave Martin create K9 for the Doctor Who story The Invisible Enemy. He was only supposed to be in that serial, but production made him a companion as he would be popular with kids.
After four seasons as a companion, K9 became an icon of classic Doctor Who. Due to a quirk of character rights at the time, Bob Baker and Dave Martin owned K9 as a character. This spawned decades of attempts to make a spin-off featuring K9...
1979: The Adventures of K9 and Other Mechanical Creatures:
1980: The Adventures of K9 books are published. K9 fights the Time Lord "Omegon" in one:
1981: A pilot episode is made for K9 and Company. The BBC does not pick it up for a full season:
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1982: The K9 Annual 1983 is published:
1997-98: DWM 253 announces a four-part pilot for a K9 series is being developed. DWM 269 reveals concept art made by Rory McLeish:
2006: K9 returns to Doctor Who in School Reunion:
2007: K9 is relegated to small cameos in The Sarah Jane Adventures as Bob Baker is still developing his own K9 spin-off:
2007: Dave Martin passes away.
2009-10: A K9 spin-off series is finally made in Australia, independently from the BBC. K9 had to be redesigned because the BBC owns his original design. The series has mixed reviews at best and lasts one season:
2015: The Essential Book of K9 is published. It features another redesign of K9 in the comic Short Circuit.
2015: A film titled K9: TimeQuake is announced and slated for a theatrical release in 2017. It will feature K9 fighting the Time Lord Omega.
2017 comes and goes with no news.
2018: A multi-million dollar K9 TV series is being developed to lead into K9: TimeQuake:
2020: The anthology book K9: Megabytes is released and promoted as a prequel to TimeQuake.
2021: Bob Baker passes away. His obituary mentions he has written scripts for a K9 film and TV series:
2023: Concept art for K9: Omega Rises is shown at the conversion Invasion Blackpool. The concept art shows K9, a new male character, Omega, Matter Beasts, and Dinodragons. The status of this project is unknown.
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there's a longpost going around about The Sam Problem (Sam Jones's notorious spotty characterization) and I didn't want to bloat it by adding a bunch more but I did want to say that even before a single novel had been published with Sam, these conversations were being had. Jonathan Blum met Kate Orman on the usenet newsgroup rec.arts.drwho, before he "slept his way into" (his words) writing for the novels. He was Posting quite a bit in the lead-up to the publication of Vampire Science and shared a lot of inside baseball as to what what going on among the writers of those early EDAs. This is going to be a lot of transcription of usenet threads from 1996 so they're going under a cut.
Shortly after Sam was first announced in DWM, Blum shared her character outline as written by Terrance Dicks:
SAMANTHA JONES - SAM for short - is about 17. Thin and wiry, she has close-cropped blonde hair. She wears the usual clothes of a teenager in the Coal Hill School of 1997, and uses the local accent and racy slang of her fellow-pupils. For all her cherished street-cred image, SAM is of middle-class origins, though she does her best to conceal it. Her father is a doctor and her mother is a social worker. Both parents chose to work in the inner-city area of Coal Hill with all its problems. Both were taken aback when Sam insisted on going to the Coal Hill comprehensive, instead of the private school they had planned for her. SAM sees herself as a natural rebel. Her main problem is the fact that her parents are so understanding, liberal and tolerant that they don't provide much to rebel against. Moreover, both are so busy with demanding jobs and various good causes that SAM, as an only child, actually gets very little of their time and attention. To survive emotionally, she has become capable, self-sufficient and independent. SAMANTHA JONES is and idealist and a crusader - everything from Ban the Bomb to Save the Whale - impeccably politically correct and a shade self-righteous. She is bossy, brave to the point of recklessness, and tends to make snap judgements and act on them. SAM always knows what's right, and what's best for everyone. When SAM first meets the DOCTOR, he is confused and amnesiac. She sees him as an engaging eccentric who needs looking after. By the end of the first adventure the DOCTOR is himself again. During their travels together SAM gradually becomes aware of who and what he is. She finds the knowledge awe-inspiring - but she would never let the DOCTOR know it, and continues to treat him with a lively disrespect. The DOCTOR sees SAM as a sort of enjoyable irritant. He finds her energy, optimism and know-it-all enthusiasm amusing, stimulating and sometimes maddening. Although the DOCTOR in his current incarnation is an exceptionally attractive young man, and SAM is on the brink of becoming a beautiful young woman, this aspect of things is kept below the surface. Despite the relative closeness of their apparent ages, the relationship stays on the level of big brother/younger sister or even father/daughter. Beneath her outward assurance SAM is still very young - to the DOCTOR, incredibly young. If SAM ever wishes the DOCTOR would notice her a little more, this is something she keeps very much to herself. But she does her best to keep him out of the clutches of any intergalactic seductresses they may encounter - purely for his own good, of course.
And immediately, something I admire so much about Blorman, is that they're willing to play with this. A lot of the misogyny in Sam's characterization comes from an annoyance at her mere existence and a conviction that there is nothing at all potentially worth exploring about her. Because the idea of her annoys the author, she must be Inherently Annoying, and is written as such rather than engaging with any of her actual character traits.
Blorman both admit (mostly Blum, as Orman's activity on rec.arts.drwho was either small check-ins or trolling/taking the piss at this point) that there isn't much there in this outline, or that at the very least some of it comes across as mean-spirited.
[BLUM] I'm sure on paper, Ace or Sarah sounded a bit cardboard as well -- it took skilled writers (and script editors) to make them something special. It helps that we all *want* to make Sam likeable... we know that a good companion is supposed to be an identification figure, not an irritant. Though if Terrance meant Sam's activism and "political correctness" to be a bit of a joke, he's in for a shock -- he's just handed her development over to two activists! :-) We both see how annoying or condescending the character could be, so we're basing her on the activists we've known -- who generally *have* had a sense of humor, and more importantly of self-awareness.
(Blum had been beefing with Dicks for a bit at this point.)
"You people are incredible, I just bet if Paul or Kate had created this outline you'd be gushing about how great it sounded and how clever it was." [BLUM] Perhaps that's because Kate or Paul wouldn't have created this outline. "And I won't mentioned the incredibly insulting condescending tone of Jon's little rant. Never forgiven Terrance for not liking the movie, have you Jon?" [BLUM] Quite the reverse, actually. Terrance told us about Sam before he went on about how much he hated the movie. We've just had to sit on the news about Sam until now -- if anything, my response in the "Terrance hated the movie" thread was colored by knowing what he had to offer in its place.
and already they're brainstorming a lot of the INCREDIBLY juicy Sam character moments that show up in Vampire Science, all strongly informed by the character outline, not in contradiction to it.
[BLUM] This is one of the big contradictions we spotted in the outlines -- along with the fact that Sam is being a "rebel" by doing precisely the sort of liberal activist work her cause-oriented parents would approve of! Our attempt at rationalizing it is that Sam's parents' activism is very small-scale and vanilla (these days), oriented only on one little neighborhood -- they're still doing good, but they've gotten settled and lost their big dreams. Sam is rebelling against the paucity of their imagination by trying to make big changes to the world. And her parents don't think they're putting their futures -- or their lives -- on the line by working in the neighborhood the way they think Sam is by going to an inferior and dangerous (ITHO) schoolâŠ
Again, it was mostly Blum in the trenches on this front, and Orman says in a later addition that it was also mostly him in the trenches trying to sort out Sam's characterization, and that her concerns with writing Vampire Science lay elsewhere. That said, she does chime in with this, which I just adore the graciousness and positive thinking of:
Well, I think people can criticise the *outline*, but outlines are seldom representative of what ends up on screen, or on the page. Pointing out the potential pitfalls of the character is quite useful to the authors! Because Terrance is just briefly introducing the character, Jon and I get to really work on her, breathing life into that basic sketch and modifying its less likeable elements. What a marvellous job to be given!
Sam Jones is what led me to the opinion that there are no bad characters, only bad writers. If you are intent on a character being Bad and unlikable, you're going to write them unlikably! Because you don't like them! Writing, especially for something with established characters, gives you a tremendous opportunity to "yes, and." to be curious and find out what does interest you about a character. To look at contradictory characterizations and think "what might lead a person to these contradictions?" Blorman specifically are masters of this, and it's what makes their writing some of the most engaging of the wilderness years.
bonus, also in this thread:
(archived thread is here, if anyone wants to take a look. Fair warning that these threads are people As They Were In 1996, with all that may imply.)
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lrb reminds me of my favourite dw wiki deep dive when i went to figure out what exactly promaze is (mentioned in neverland and weapon of choice) and found out it was only ever mentioned in a choose your own adventure book from 1986 and a dwm short story from 2000
#the connection between the audios and the dwm story (which was gallifrey show bible material for sure) is alan barnes#but the pull from the choose your own adventure is anyoneâs guess. i donât know how popular it mightâve been lmfao#p
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1960s Who: Costume Colors
I have been working on an art project recently that includes all of the Doctor Who companions. For characters from the black and white era, it has been rather difficult to find reliable sources for the color of their costumes. I have compiled the hardest-to-find information here, so that other artists an cosplayers have a handy resource.
Try as I might, I haven't found anything definitive about Katarina's costume. The fanon consensus seems to be that it is purple, and it looks so in a colorized photo from the Doctor Who website. However, I am hesitant to believe this because of the historic costliness of purple dye.
Sara Kingdom is often shown in a blue outfit, but the Mission to the Unknown novelization says the SSS uniform is black. EDIT: According to a secondhand account in DWM 537, Peter Purves remembers the outfit as being brown
Polly's outfit in The Tenth Planet was tomato red with a forest green stripe, according to Anneke Wills in Doctor Who Magazine. It was not pink and black, regardless of what An Adventure in Space and Time says. Polly also wore black tights; an off-the-waist belt; and tall, flat black boots.
Victoria's dress in Evil of the Daleks is probably pink. It's pink in the animation, and it appears the costume had previously been used in a color short film from 1960. However, Doctor who Magazine claims that it was specially made.
Zoe's famous catsuit from The Mind Robber is often shown as purple, but it is actually dark silver. The image below is in my copy of the Doctor Who Character Encyclopedia, which does not colorize its black and white images.
#doctor who#classic who#katarina#sara kingdom#polly wright#victoria waterfield#zoe heriot#costume reference#my posts
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Every version of the Doctor - 262
The Blessed Doctor
The DWM 1991 Winter Special included a short fiction piece called "Army of Shadows," which indicated that UNIT had at least eight Doctors on their books, all officially John Smith, one of whom was briefly shown in the above image.
Very obviously this Doctor is meant to be played by Brian Blessed, who has been linked with the role a couple of times.
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DOCTOR WHO TOP 10 - 2nd Doctor
Ah, my fave Doctor. My 10 favourite stories with him. Keep reading!
10. The Land of the Blind
A nice comic book with a cool twist. I dunno, as a fan of 8th Doctor's DWM run, I have a soft spot for Scott Gray's Doctor Who.
9. The Abominable Snowmen
I really like The Abominable Snowmen. Heck, I think it's a lot more interesting story than The Web of Fear. The setting, the characters, the atmosphere... It all just really works. The Intelligence is a wonderful villain and the Yetis are really cuddly.
8. The Bringer of Darkness
Admission: I'm not a big fan of Fury. I get why everyone likes it, but I just can't get behind how it treats Victoria. While it's admittedly at least "her last story" (something not really afforded to characters like Dodo, Polly, or Ben), but the way she suddenly decides to quit si very... sudden.
This story is short and simple, but manages to do the heavy lifting of "when did Victoria start realising that she doesn't actually want to travel with the Doctor" and... it's really good. I like it very much.
7. The Power of the Daleks
Another admission time - while the animation is great, I might prefer the Loose Cannon reconstruction on this one, as it feels more atmospheric.
But both of these versions are amazing. The David Whitaker Dalek stories just hit differently.
6. The Moonbase
In my bachelor's degree dissertation, I wrote that The Moonbase is the quintessential Base Under Siege story. I stand by that. It's amazing, fun, an upgrade on The Tenth Planet... And it basically invents the Patrick Troughton era. Did I mention how fun it is? Obviously, I have a soft spot for it.
Also, it has the best animation.
5. The Mind Robber
When I first watched The Mind Robber, I didn't get. I didn't get why everyone likes it so much.
I rewatched it a few months ago and fucking loved it. It's funny, creative, inventive... It's such a wonderful, unique story. I love the shit out of it.
4. The Enemy of the World
This story fucks. In the season full of monsters, David Whitaker had the balls to go "you know, what if we just had a dictator that looks exactly like Dr Who? would that be fucked up or what?"
I love David Whitaker. I love Patrick Troughton. I love this serial.
3. The Evil of the Daleks
By this point, I'm not sure what to say about this. I praised Whitaker's Dalek stories overall in the bit about The Power, sooo... What now? Well, I can add that this is the perfect ending for the Daleks, their perfect finale. It's such a rich, wonderful story.
(I haven't seen the animation yet and I'm kinda afraid of it. I hope it doesn't lose the visceral atmosphere that the reconstruction has for me.)
2. Daughter of the Gods
One of the best Big Finish audios of the past decade. You could even argue that it's THE best one.
I fucking love how well this is done. Like, it could have been a vapid, shallow crossover... But it's not. It's built in such a clever way and the focus on Katarina was a stroke of genius. I love it to bits.
1. The War Games
As a pick for my number one Troughton story, it's a bit basic, innit?
Can't help myself. I love The War Games so goddamn much. Watched all of it in one sitting, breathless. It's amazing. People sometimes say "oh, the last episode is good, but the nine episodes before that not so much" - and those people are wrong. This is an increadible epic and probably my favourite thing the series did in the 60s.
I promise my other best story picks aren't that mundane! I promise! They are weird and unusual! I swear!
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Sorry, but what behind the scenes content were we getting during Chibnall's run? I remember short interviews on the website and in some magazines, but that was about it. We didn't even get much in DWM because the production kept a tight lid on things. It got to the point some monthly mags were barely covering DW because the production team was just not willing to share anything until the episodes were practically airing. Now we have a dedicated making of the show with every episode again as well as video commentaries with cast and crew on iplayer, not to mention the showrunner regularly writing in DWM again, which is full of so much content. We're getting more insight into the making of the show and we have for years, and yet we're supposed to believe things were better under Chibnall? This is like verging on gaslighting.
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Okay, Tenth Doctor Comics Just All Really Like Turlough
Okay, maybe not "all", but Turlough is referenced in 10th Doctor comics a lot for a past companion who hasn't been referenced on television since he left.
Outside of the regular DWM comics, Doctor comic miniseries throughout the last fifteen years or so have also been produced by IDW and Titan Comics. Each had their own 10th Doctor miniseries. In Titan's case, it was well after the fact. 12 was the most recent Doctor when the comics were produced.
Starting with IDW, we have a short from one of their annuals: To Sleep Perchance to Scream. I've already posted about it, though it was a while ago. 10 has a nightmare about not being able to save his companions and several of them appear, his subconscious cycling from Sarah Jane, to Adric, Turlough, Susan, Astrid (from Voyage of the Damned), Kamelion, and Turlough again.
Adric, Astrid, and Kamelion actually did die, so 10's guilt haunting his nightmares makes sense. Since he believes he killed all the Time Lords, it would make sense if he also believed Susan was dead and it was his fault. But, Sarah Jane and Turlough are fine. Sarah Jane appears in the new series. The Doctor knows she's fine.
My best guess is that because Sarah Jane was the first classic companion to appear in the new series and had her own spin-off. People who've only seen the new series know who Sarah Jane is.
That doesn't explain Turlough, however. And he gets a lot of emphasis...
This continues in IDW's 10th Doctor miniseries, where much Drama is caused by a fake diary that the villain wants us to think is Turlough's. 10 actually goes to Trion to ask Turlough about it. The comic doesn't fucking show it.
I'm not sure what order these comics go in, but 10 at some point learned that Turlough, like Sarah Jane, is alive and well.
Then we get to the Titan Comics. The last two of the series, Vortex Butterflies and The Good Companion have companions as a sort of reoccurring theme. Sarah Jane actually appears in Vortex Butterflies, and many more are referenced.
In Vortex Butterflies:
I love that every 8th Doctor timeline is apparently canon here. But also, Turlough is basically but on the same level as Sarah Jane and Donna.
The Good Companion:
If you're wondering what Clara and Bill are doing in a 10th Doctor comic, 12 plays a big role in this grand finale, so his companions get a mention too.
Also, Sarah Jane is referenced just as much, if not more than, Turlough, but I'm not treating it like a big deal, because, as I said before, Sarah Jane is prominent in the new series. She's no longer the only classic companion to appear in it, but when these comics were published, she basically was.
So, it's not weird that Sarah Jane is so prominent in these. Turlough, however...
Also it's now weird that they never reference Tegan or Ace since they're the other two who got to come back onscreen, but that was years after these comics, so they didn't know.
Anyway, I still have this headcanon that 10, so inspired by his 5th self, is really nostalgic for 5's companions and Turlough is one he traveled with only as 5. He was the first onscreen 5 companion to have been something resembling invited into the TARDIS. (He asked to come along and 5 seemed to think it'd already been settled.). He was also the first 5 companion to get an exit that wasn't at least somewhat tragic. Adric died. Nyssa chose to stay behind somewhere and they parted on good terms, but that somewhere was a space leper colony that they wouldn't have gone to in the first place if it weren't for the Black Guardian. Tegan was basically traumatized by how violent the show was getting and 5 was devastated. Turlough didn't want to leave when he did, but he got to go home. In hindsight, after Adric and Tegan, and to a lesser extent Nyssa, who was actually given a sadder goodbye by BF so maybe her too, Turlough was the first companion that 5 probably didn't feel like he'd failed in some way.
So, 10 remembers Turlough as special, despite the show having basically forgotten about him.
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Out of the Loop (Preview)
summary: eddie went home with someone after prom, and gareth is determined to figure out who it was.
pairing: eddie munson x dwm!reader word count: -- warnings: language, new relationship, eddie's girlfriend is gareth's arch nemesis, silly childhood rivalries, eddie being happy and stupidly in love, jason being an overprotective ass, chrissy being an adorable little cupcake, the reader is chrissy's best friend, the unnamed freak is named grant in this series
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On Monday morning, Gareth peddled to school like a man on a mission.Â
Nothing was getting in his way today, not his mother, who had accidentally washed his Hellfire Club shirt with all his little sisterâs dance clothes,
âYou know what, honey, I think it looks better this wayâŠâ
not his sister, who had been hogging the bathroom all morning because she couldnât get her hair right,Â
âLook, you donât understand the pressure Iâm under right now. Becca Singer is finalizing her birthday party guest list today. I have to look my best if I wanna make the cut.â
not the weatherman, who was painfully misinformed when he called for clear, sunny skies todayâŠÂ
and certainly not the piece of crap Chevy that just cut him off in the middle of the crosswalk.Â
Gareth swerved out of the way and kept on peddling. The rain pelted his face in a spray of ice-cold bullets.Â
Behind him, the driver yelled, âHey, watch where youâre going, you little shit!â Â
It didnât matter. Nothing mattered. Because Gareth was sitting on a goldmine of information right now. It was truly the scoop of the century. Eddie Munsonâthatâs right, Eddie âthe Freakâ Munsonâhad gone home with somebody after the senior prom.Â
Who was this mysterious (not to mention incredibly lucky) woman? A curious cheerleader desperate to defy her clique? A rich girl trying to piss off her dad? A shy bookworm who wanted to act out the plot of her favorite romance novel? Who? Who? Garethâs head was spinning! The question hungrily devoured the rest of his weekend (something Gareth wasnât too proud to admit, of course, but hey, Sundays were always uneventful days for him). He had to get to school quickly and consult his most trusted sources.Â
He found Jeff and Grant sitting at their usual table in the cafeteria. Grant was eating the schoolâs hot breakfast while Jeff sat with his head in his hands, lamenting the sorry state of his love life.Â
âTaraâs still not talking to me. Iâm pretty sure sheâs gonna dump me for Patrick McKinney.âÂ
Grant put down his fork. âWait, you two were dating?â
âNoâŠâ Jeff heaved a quiet sigh. âBut if we were, sheâd definitely dump me for Patrick.âÂ
Grant frowned, sympathetic yet envious of his friendâs plight. âMan, I wish Meg would stop talking to me. She had me on the phone all night yesterday. I think she wants me to be her boyfriend or something.â Grant cringed at the thought. He didnât have the strength to put up with her. Heâd barely survived prom. Â
âYou donât like her?â Jeff asked.Â
âNot really,â Grant answered. âI mean, yeah, sheâs pretty and all, but as soon as she starts talkingââ
Gareth slammed a wrinkled piece of notebook paper onto the table. The loud bang echoed through the entire cafeteria, making a few students gasp and flinch in their chairs. Jeff and Grant didnât move in the slightest. This was typical Monday morning behavior for Gareth.
âWhatâs with the pink shirt?â Grant asked, unfazedÂ
âDoesnât matter,â Gareth said. They had more pressing matters to discuss. He sat down and folded his hands in front of him, his blue eyes clear and focused. He wasted no time getting straight to the point: âWhoâd Eddie go home with after prom?â
Jeff and Grant exchanged a subtle, secret glance.Â
âHow do you know Eddie went home with someone after prom?â Jeff asked.Â
âBecause I called him that night.âÂ
âWhyâd you call him?âÂ
âBecause Iâm a good friend, unlike some people.â Nobody had called him asking how his night went. Gareth sat home alone on Saturday night, eating popcorn and watching old sci-fi movies in his basement, while the rest of his friends danced and had a blast at prom. It wasnât fair. âI wanted to check in on him because I figured he might be a little depressed after getting rejected by Chrissy. Because letâs be honest here, there was no way that Chrissy was ever gonna dance with him. You all agree with me, right? Iâm not just being a dick here. Like, yeah, I know Eddieâs riding high right now because he thinks this year is his year and everything, but⊠yeah, he was aiming a bit too high with that goal.âÂ
âCan you get to the point, please?â Grant said. âMy breakfast is getting cold.âÂ
âWell, multitask, man!â Gareth grabbed Grantâs fork and threw it back onto his tray. âWhat, you canât listen and eat at the same time?âÂ
Grant rolled his eyes and went back to his breakfast. Gareth carried on with his story:Â
âSo anyway, when I called him on Saturday, I expected him to sound all mopey and depressed, but he wasnât. Yeah, Eddie wasnât depressed at all. In fact, he sounded oddly⊠happy, but also a little bit distracted. You guys see where Iâm going with this, right?âÂ
âI hate that I do,â Grant said, struggling to enjoy his food. Â
âWell, thatâs when I started getting suspicious. See, I could tell I didnât have his full attention, and thatâs just so unlike Eddie because heâs normally really good at maintaining proper phone etiquette. Weird, right? So then I got curious and I started listening, and⊠and I canât be sure, but I think I heard a girl talking in the background.âÂ
âMaybe it was just the TV,â Grant said.Â
Gareth shook his head. âNo way⊠I know the difference between a TV voice and a live human voice. Someone was definitely with him.âÂ
âWell, did you recognize the voice?â Jeff asked.Â
âNo, I couldnât hear well enough.âÂ
Grantâs eyes narrowed with skepticism. âAnd yet youâre sure it wasnât the TVâŠâÂ
âOh come on, it wasnât the TV, you guys. Wake up and smell the coffee! Eddie brought a girl to his house. He brought a girl to his house. She was with him in the room while he was on the phone with me. I could hear her talking. Then Eddie started acting really weird, said he had to go, and rushed me off the phone.â
âGross,â Grant muttered, sickened. âYeah, these are details I did not need.âÂ
Garethâs mouth fell open in a silent gasp. âWait, do you guys think he slept with her?â and that was more than Jeff could handle.Â
He buried his face in his hands and said, âPlease stop. I donât wanna go to class with these images in my head.âÂ
Grant shrugged. âMaybe it was just a one-night stand.âÂ
Jeff threw him a sharp, disapproving glare. Â
âJust saying,â Grant finished, smirking.Â
âNo, I seriously doubt it,â Gareth went on, completely unaware. âEddieâs not really a one-night stand kinda guy⊠not by choice, anyway. No, I think this might be the real deal, you guys, âcause listen to this: I went to go see him yesterday. Eddie wasnât home.âÂ
âSo?â
âSo I think he was with her. I called him last night and asked him where he was all day. He said he was out running errands.â Gareth scrunched up his face, doubtful. âSince when does Eddie run errands? So I said, âWhat sort of errands were you running?â He said he had to swing by the drugstore. I said, âWell, what did you need at the drugstore?â but he wouldnât answer that. Yeah, he was being awfully mum.âÂ
âMum?â Jeff repeated to himself, mystified by his friendâs bizarre word choice.Â
Grant said, âHe was probably annoyed that you were digging around in his business. I know I would be.âÂ
âOh yeah, he was definitely getting annoyed,â Gareth said. âThen he cut the conversation short and told me he was stepping out for the night. Thatâs when I knew this was serious. Eddie doesnât just âstep outâ on a Sunday night. He hardly goes out any night. If heâs not with us, heâs sitting at home and playing songs on his guitar. Yeah, he was definitely with her last night.âÂ
Grant sighed, hoping theyâd finally reached the end of this long-winded story. âWell, I guess you cracked the case then, Gareth.âÂ
âBut thatâs just it, I havenât!â Gareth said. Grant let out an exhausted moan. âI still donât know who this girl is. You guys swear you didnât see Eddie go home with anybody after prom?â
Another secret glance.Â
âNope,â Jeff said. âI didnât see him go home with anyone that night.â
Gareth nodded, disappointed but not yet defeated. âYeah, I thought you might say that. Thatâs why I made this.âÂ
He gestured toward the piece of paper on the table. Jeff picked it up and read it over. Then he passed it to Grant so he could do the same.Â
âOkay, what exactly am I looking at here?â Grant asked. Â
âItâs a list of suspects,â Gareth said, a proud smile on his face. âYeah, last night I compiled a list of every girl Iâve ever seen Eddie interact with at school, and then this morning I whittled that list down to what I think are the most likely suspects.â
âNot a very long list,â Jeff said.Â
âReally?â said Grant. âI was gonna say itâs too long.âÂ
They shared a little chuckle over that. Gareth glowered at them, unamused. He didnât appreciate them making little jabs about their Dungeon Masterâs love life, stagnant as it was.Â
âYou know,â Grant began with ominous deliberation, âI canât help but notice thereâs a name missing from this list.âÂ
Gareth's head snapped back in surprise. âWho?âÂ
âYou know who,â Grant said. Beside him, Jeff was holding in a smile.Â
A disturbing chill crept up Gareth's spine. Thenâ
BAM!
Your name cracked down from above like a fiendish lightning bolt, striking Gareth and making all the little hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. For a second, he could see your name so clearly. It loomed before him, ugly and terrible, festering with puss and crawling with maggots, getting pecked savagely by vultures and other scavengers. It made him retch with disgust.Â
âOh, very funnyâŠâÂ
âHey, Iâm just saying,â Grant said, âthereâs no denying that sheâs a likely suspect.âÂ
âIn fact,â Jeff continued, âsome might say sheâs the most likely suspect.âÂ
âYeah, maybe back in middle school,â Gareth said, scoffing, âbut Eddie hasnât so much as looked at her in years.âÂ
Except for that one time, Gareth thought, remembering the mournful look on his friendâs face that day. They were all eating lunch when your laughter suddenly sprang up from the other side of the cafeteria, obnoxious and shrill. Eddie glanced your way and his eyes darkened with such hollow sadness. It was as if someone had died. Â
But that didnât mean anything, Gareth decided, so he shoved the memory away.Â
âAll right, look, Iâll admit we lost him briefly for that one summer. I dunno how she did it, but somehow she got her claws in him real deep and he was completely under her spell. I wonât deny that. But then Eddie woke up and saw her for what she really isâan ugly green hag. At first, she appears as this beautiful, enchanting woman, but underneath that guise, sheâs a wretched old witch who thrives on torment. Yeah, Eddie got over her a long time ago,â and Gareth refused to waste another thought on it.
He snatched the paper from Grant and laid it out in front of him. âNow, hereâs what Iâm thinking: if we split this up among the three of us, we can get through this list by lunch and then confront Eddie with our findings.âÂ
âYeah, weâre not doing that,â Grant said.Â
Gareth frowned. âWhy not?âÂ
âBecause we already know who it is.â
Garethâs eyes widened in surprised anger. âI KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT! I knew you two were messing with me this whole time. Sitting there with your smug little faces. Making your little jokes. You know what, screw you guys, I donât even want your help anymore.âÂ
He stuffed the paper back into his bag, climbed to his feet, and stomped off.
Jeff said, âShoulda gone to prom, man.â
âWell, no one would go with me,â Gareth replied, dejected. He pushed through the double doors and was gone.Â
Afterward, Grant picked up his milk carton and took a few slow slips.
âYou know what,â he said thoughtfully, âGareth shouldâve asked Y/N to prom.âÂ
Jeff chuckled quietly to himself. âWell, she did need a date⊠Shit, should we have just told him?â
âNo,â Grant said. âNo, this is something Gareth needs to see with his own eyes.â
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listening watch (short story: 1991)
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Who is your favourite companion?
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Clara Oswald
The impossible girl. The hybrid. So many stupid names were given but that doesnât negate the incredible arc this woman went through. She is THE Icarus, flew too close to the sun, died and became the doctor herself. No one does it like her. Clara made 12 who he was, in season 7 she became an expert in doctor studies and then spent season 8 being his teacher when he forgot what it meant and had such a big impact even when he forgot her he became a teacher himself. What an icon she is, an unstoppable force of nature (@spaghetti-taako )
she's so iconic. spent so long with the doctor that she started to become too much like him. died and then brought back by the doctor after 4 billion years. has her own tardis that looks like a diner. bossy. controls the doctor like he's a dog. short queen. sassy and iconic. (anonymous)
Izzy Sinclair
The companion who started the trend of all DWM original companions being lesbians. In fact they had so many lesbians that when they wanted to give ten an original companion RTD said that they where not allowed any more lesbians so they introduced a Bisexual companion instead. By the way thatâs RTD at he one who did Torchwood and made everyone queer had to tell someone to stop putting lesbians in. And Izzy Sinclaire started that trend. DWM is famous for is queer companions all thanks to Izzyâs compelling coming out arc which included body swaps with a bisexual fish and snogging a Time Traveling WW2 era British Lesbian Spy who had been merged with a Time Lord matrix creation agent. Also Izzy is a orphan and we never find out who gave birth to them because part of their coming out arc also involves them coming to terms with the fact that they do love their adoptive parents and it does not matter who gave birth to them and that they are not Izzy Someone but Izzy Sinclare. (anonymous)
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The DWM comic The Curious Case of Spring-Heeled Jack casually made allusions to:
Gallifrey being in a bottle universe in the EDAs.
Susan's name being Arkytior (Gallifreyan for rose) in the Brief Encounters short story "Roses".
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i really miss your silco writings. will you ever write more? :( any other fics?
Yes! I am writing more Silco, and also currently working on a Ghost multi-chapter.
I am painfully aware I havenât posted any new writing in a long time, and there are a handful of reasons for this. Iâm a mood writer firstly, and I know thereâs no point in trying to force words out of my head if they donât want to come out (It never works and it just makes me miserable). I also write slower than I used to, and I think this is because the standard I hold myself to now is much higher than in the past.
In addition to all this â I wonât lie to you â Iâm going through one of those horrific and dreaded periods all creators get at times where they just feel like everything they produce is utter shite. Iâm not fishing for compliments nor validation. Itâs just the truth - at the moment when I look at my writing all I see is subpar garbage. Iâm sure Iâll get over it in time, but at the moment it seriously hinders my will to want to even try to write (no matter how much I desperately miss it).
Being a lifelong Zelda fan Iâm also spending 80% of my spare time playing Tears of the Kingdom too hehe whoopsie
But the short answer is yes. I am working on more Silco stuff. Short fics for the time being (though I have an inkling that a young silco multi-chapter fic will begin brewing when season 2 drops).
Iâm also working on a special Astro one-shot at the moment, which I plan to have ready for the 1 year anniversary of DWM ending đ
#inky answers#silco fic#the joys of being a writer huh#also blame the Parm palace for getting me into genshin#thatâs where the other part of my spare time is being spent
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