#it's just the way mr nolan seemed more shocked at charlie's “phone call from god” than neil's death.

[random-lil-illing]

thinking about how welton handled neil's suicide.

the way mr nolan's speech about neil committing seemed rehearsed, how they barely spent any time talking about him and more time talking about the investigation.

it got me thinking... how many students were there before neil? how many, before him, had done the exact same thing for similar or differing reasons.

how many times had mr nolan have to repeat that exact same speech? or maybe it was more heartfelt with the first student, but as each year, yet another students couldn't take it anymore, mr nolan's speech grew shorter and colder.

maybe they covered it up just as well, or even better than, neil's suicide. maybe there were no inspiring teachers back then, no one that gave the students a reason to metaphorically stand on their desks.

i don't know, i'm just... thinking.

[evangeline-perry]

Dead Poets Society: Neil x OC: part 11

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The next morning, I wake up to see Neil has already woken up and is straightening his clothes given that both of us had fallen asleep cuddling in their own clothes.

Neil turns to see I’ve woken up: ‘Good morning beautiful, come on we gotta go.’

‘Hmm, 5 more minutes’, I mumble, causing Neil to chuckle as he sits down on the edge of the bed. He reaches his hand out and strokes my cheek. I lean into it, still a bit sleepy.

The professors hurry down the steps of the chapel, lead by an obviously agitated Mr. Nolan. Several of the professors are carrying newspapers in their hands. All of us students rise as they enter. After all the professors have taken their places, Mr. Nolan addresses us, ‘Sit.’ And we oblige. ‘In this week of Welton's Honor there appeared a profane and unauthorized article. Rather than spend my valuable time ferreting out the guilty persons - and let me assure you I will find them - I'm asking any and all students who knows anything about this article to make themselves known here and now. Whoever the guilty persons are, this is your only chance to avoid expulsion from this school.’

Then suddenly we hear a phone ringing. I can see the professors look about for its source, then everyone sees Charlie pick up a telephone receiver.

‘Welton Academy. Hello’, he states grinning, ‘Yes, he is. Just a moment. Mr. Nolan, it's for you. It's God. He says we should have girls at Welton.’ Most of the students laugh while the boys from the cave and I all shake their heads in disbelief.

Not many moments later he was dragged away by Mr Nolan. We were all dismissed to our rooms. There the boys and I all waited in Todds and Neils room silently. Neil sat on his bed, with me on his lap and his arms around my waist as he lays his head down on my shoulder and mine leans against his. Only when we hear some mumbling and shuffling in the hallway all of us get up. There we see Charlie stiffly walking back to his room. Neil was the first to talk, ‘You kicked out?’

‘No.’

‘So what happened?’ He asks carefully.

‘I'm to turn everybody in, apologize to the school and all will be forgiven’, Charlie states still not looking at us.

‘So, what are you gonna do?’ Neil asks, not getting an answer, ‘Charlie!’

‘Damn it, Neil’ Charlie smiles and then shuts his door, ‘The name is Nuwanda.’

Charlie sits with his bongos as the other boys and me are all crowded around him. He hits the bongos as he mimes Nolan's footsteps. I sit on Neils lap while Charlie talks. His arms are around my waist, his chin on my shoulder.

‘Creak. He started walking around towards my left. Creak. Creak. "Assume the position, Mr. Dalton."’ Then the door opens to reveal my dad. Many of the boys get up from their seats. ‘It's all right, gentlemen.’ Motioning to them that they can remain seated.

‘Mr. Keating’, Charlie smiles.

‘Mr. Dalton. That was a pretty lame stunt you pulled today.’

‘You're siding with Mr. Nolan?’ Charlie question, ‘What about Carpe diem and sucking all the marrow out of life and all that?’

‘Sucking the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone’, My dad explains, ‘Sure there's a time for daring and there's a time for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for.’

‘But I thought you'd like that’, Charlie states disappointed.

‘No. You being expelled from school is not daring to me. It's stupid, 'cause you'll miss some golden opportunities.’

‘Yeah. Like what?’ Charlie states sarcastically.

‘Like, if nothing else, the opportunity to attend my classes. Got it, Ace?’

‘Aye, aye, Captain’, Charlie states smiling slightly.

‘Keep your head about you’, he tells Charlie before glancing over to the rest of us, his eyes momentarily stopping when he sees me and Neil, I am vaguely aware of the way we’re still sitting, and I can feel my cheeks heat up, ‘That goes for the lot of you.’

‘Yes, Captain.’

‘Phone call from God’, my dad mumbles to himself, ‘If it had been collect, it would’ve been daring.’ The boys laugh. As my dad leaves, the rest of the boys gather around Charlie once again.

‘All right. Go on’, one of them says

Since Neil was at the play’s practice this morning, I spent the majority of my day, reading in my room. When the bell finally rang for dinner, I speed of to Neils dorm, knowing he’ll be back by now.

‘What's for dinner?’ I can hear a boy ask as the lot of them speed through the hall.

‘Spaghetti and meatballs!’ Pittsie yells in answer. Then I see Neil come up the stairs as everyone else swarms down to the cafeteria. ‘Save some for me’, I hear him say to some of the boys before he sees me walking to him, ‘Hello my love’, he smiles as he embraces and kisses me, ‘"But, room, Fairy! Here comes Oberon."’ he recites as both of us walk to his room. He opens the door to his room and there we see... his father sitting at his desk.

‘Father’, Neil states shocked.

‘Neil’, Mr Perry states shortly.

‘Wait a minute’, Neil asks hastily, ‘Before you say anything, please let me ex-’

Mr. Perry rises from the desk. ‘Young lady would you please leave us’, he states, interrupting his son. I look over at Neil, slightly concerned. His eyes are fixed on his dad, but he nods. I squeeze his hand one more time before letting go. I reach my hand out for Mr Perry to shake, ‘Good to meet you, Mr Perry.’ to which he shakes my hand shortly: ‘You as well.’

With that I leave the room, and when I do, I immediately hear Neil start to get scolded. I have to use all my self control not to turn around.

‘Where is Neil?’ the boys ask as I join them at the table.

‘His father is in his room’, I say, my voice seems distant, as if I’m talking underwater.

With that none of us really say anything anymore.

After dinner, I go to look for Neil, but I couldn’t find him anywhere. As I finally walk my way to my dads office to ask if he’s seen him anywhere, I can see Neil just exiting the office. The first thing I notice are his eyes, they are bloodshot, and I know that he’s been crying.

‘Neil?’ I call out, making my way over to him, ‘What happened?’ My voice causes Neils head to snap up, the look in his eyes seems disoriented, and even a little… panicked. I lightly put my hands on his sides. ‘Can we – can we go talk in your room please?’ he stammers quietly. I nod and we make our way to my dorm. Once we’re there we sit down on my bed.

‘What did he say?’ I ask, ‘Your dad?’

‘He said I was going out of control’, he says quietly, not looking at me, ‘Dating girls, doing plays behind his back. He wants me to quit the play.’

‘Are you?’

‘No’, he says, finally turning to me, ‘I went to talk to your dad, he says I have to talk to my dad, make him understand what acting means to me and … make him understand how much you mean to me.’ he reaches his hand out to stroke my cheek before he places it on the back of my neck and pulling me to him into a passionate kiss. It actually surprised me, since it was more passionate and demanding than usual.

He pulls me onto his lap suddenly, this causes my hips to accidentally move against his,. He groans, placing his hands on my hips to keep me there, slowly sliding his hands up and down to my thighs.

‘Evangeline’, he mumbles as we pull away momentarily, ‘I-I…’

‘Hmm?’ I open my eyes slightly and see Neil has a light blush on his cheek.

‘I want to be with you tonight’, he tells me as his hands slide up to my hips, then under my sweater to stroke my sides, ‘If you’ll let me.’

When I catch on to what he mean, I blush, but nod ‘Yes.’ he smiles at me before pecking my lips once again. He gently pulls my sweater over my head before putting his hands on my hips again. Then he starts to kiss me again, first my lips, then he moves down to my cheek, then my jaw where he whispers in my ear: ‘Are you sure?’ As he asks this his hands slide down to my butt and squeezes lightly as he continues to kiss and bit my neck. ‘Yes’, I say, gasping at the sudden action.

Neil looks back up at me. I can see love in his eyes, it makes me smile. He kisses my lips again, puts one of his arms around the small of my back, slowly and gently laying me down on his bed. He uses his other arm to hold himself up. The arm that was around me, slides up and down my sides before sliding it up the hem of my shirt, all the while still kissing me.

The next morning I open my eyes to see Neil already out of bed. I yawn and stretch slightly: ‘Come back to bed.’

Neil turns to me smiling: ‘I would love to, but I can’t. It’s the last practice before the premier tonight.’ He comes over to me to kiss my forhaed before getting back up and asking: ‘Have you seen my- … are you wearing my sweater?’

‘Maayyybeee’, I smile.

He chuckles slightly, sitting back down on the edge of my bed and leaning close to my ear: ‘You’re lucky you look good in my clothes.’

His statement causes me to blush a bright red and when he sees this, I can see him smirk. He leans in to kiss me one more time before leaving.

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