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tsuki_no_bara, Erin and the city of Eden to cicirossi. Previous Trent can be found indexed here
This one takes place somewhere in January, and for the purposes of clarity, I should mention that this if from Ru's point of view. Also that Ru's real name is actually Trent, and his family still call him that.
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"Trent. Trent! Phone! Do you want me to come in your room and wake you up by force?"
"I'm up, I'm up. Jeez."
He rolled out of bed, stumbled across the room, kicking clothes and random crap out of the way, and opened the door. "See? Up. Mobile. Who is it?":
"Trent." She looked him up and down critically and handed him the phone. "I take it you don't have work today."
"No. Thanks." Ru backed into his room, closed the door on his mom, and stumbled back to bed, where it was warmer.
"Hey," he said into the phone. "What's up?"
"Hey - I just woke you up? It's like 2 in the afternoon - what did I miss last night?"
"Midori bending my ear about some guy. 80s night at Usher. Some really cute boys. But mostly dancing. And then Denny's."
"Everyone good?"
"Yeah. Sari asked when you were going to come out again. When ARE you coming out again?"
"We've got to find a Saturday night club - this *stupid* class has my Saturday morning's for the next ten weeks."
"Norma Desmond's, but I can't remember how you feel about all that electro-stomp.... How is the class, by the way? Doesn't sound that great."
"I can think of better stuff to do with my weekend, that's for sure. I guess if it keeps me on Mm. Devon's good side that's something, but, god, Ru, you wouldn't believe the rag bag of students that showed up"
"You don't get regular ballet students? What is it, like adult ed?"
"Yeah - it's adult ed, although the school insists it's "outreach", like we're bringing ballet to the starving masses or something."
Ru grinned at the thought of the starving masses wearing tights and leotards.
"Cool. Well, the idea's kind of cool, kind of socialist - ballet and culture for all! - but I guess the execution's kind of iffy. The Saturday morning thing and all."
He hid a yawn in his pillow, although Trent wouldn't be able to see it, and asked "Anyone cute?"
"Do I sound like a total queen if I say there are some people you don't want to see in a leotard? Although ..."
"Dude, you are a total queen." Ru's grin widened. "Although what?"
"Fine." Ru could hear the way Trent's voice was amiling . "Although there was one guy - kinda stood out, you know?"
"Young and cute, instead of old and paunchy? Nice legs?"
"Fucking nice legs. Plus oh yeah, young, cute, actually knew what his body *was* which puts him ahead of most of them.... *really* nice legs though." Trent sounded somewhat wistful.
"They make everyone wear tights and leotards? Can you sneak me in one morning?"
"You want to get up early on a weekend to watch a ballet class? Dude - you're nuts."
"No, not a ballet class - cute boys in tights. Come on. I'll sit in the back and try not to make faces at you."
"Gee, thanks. Cute boy singular - in sweatpants - but I guess I can try. You going to want to draw, or you willing to pretend to be turning pages for Mr Samson?"
"I'll draw. Sweatpants, huh? He's not a dancer?"
"Nope - a skater."
"A skater? What the hell's he taking a ballet class for? Skaters wear, like, baggy pants and shit. How can you even tell he has nice legs?"
"Yeah, but can you imagine Mm Devon letting him into the *room* in baggy jeans? No way. Sweatpants and this t-shirt so old it was practically see though"
"Bet that went over well."
"Went over just fine from where I was standing" Trent grinned. "And Mm Devon, being the uber-bitch, made them all introduce themselves to the class, so I actually know why he's taking the class. His name's Erin - his sponsor reckoned it's be good for him - I guess he does like, competitions and stuff. He didn't sound way happy about it."
"I can just imagine. A skater. That's...that's weird. That's like mixing of the subcultures."
"Tell me about it - although makes about as much sense as the housewives."
"I don't know, I can just about picture my mom taking a ballet class. But skaters...? Nah, I shouldn't judge."
"Yeah, I thought everyone should be free to live their lives, Ru?" Trent teased. "It's pretty weird, but whatever. At least it gives me something to look at."
"And you deserve some compensation for having to be there so god-awful early on a weekend."
"Totally. Hey - you working today?"
Ru yawned again. Fuck, he needed coffee. "No, I'm off. Lucky me. Are you done? You want to meet for coffee or something?"
"Yeah I'm done for the day. Could really do with being Not Here - If you stumble towards Quoth's I'll buy the coffee?"
"Oh yeah, gimme caffeine and I'm yours for life. I think I can be there in forty minutes, maybe half a...no, forty minutes. I smell like smoke and Denny's, I gotta shower. But yeah, that sounds really good."
"Cool - see you there."
"Alright. Bye."
*click*
tsuki_no_bara, Erin and the city of Eden to cicirossi. Previous Trent can be found indexed hereThis one takes place somewhere in January, and for the purposes of clarity, I should mention that this if from Ru's point of view. Also that Ru's real name is actually Trent, and his family still call him that.
**********
"Trent. Trent! Phone! Do you want me to come in your room and wake you up by force?"
"I'm up, I'm up. Jeez."
He rolled out of bed, stumbled across the room, kicking clothes and random crap out of the way, and opened the door. "See? Up. Mobile. Who is it?":
"Trent." She looked him up and down critically and handed him the phone. "I take it you don't have work today."
"No. Thanks." Ru backed into his room, closed the door on his mom, and stumbled back to bed, where it was warmer.
"Hey," he said into the phone. "What's up?"
"Hey - I just woke you up? It's like 2 in the afternoon - what did I miss last night?"
"Midori bending my ear about some guy. 80s night at Usher. Some really cute boys. But mostly dancing. And then Denny's."
"Everyone good?"
"Yeah. Sari asked when you were going to come out again. When ARE you coming out again?"
"We've got to find a Saturday night club - this *stupid* class has my Saturday morning's for the next ten weeks."
"Norma Desmond's, but I can't remember how you feel about all that electro-stomp.... How is the class, by the way? Doesn't sound that great."
"I can think of better stuff to do with my weekend, that's for sure. I guess if it keeps me on Mm. Devon's good side that's something, but, god, Ru, you wouldn't believe the rag bag of students that showed up"
"You don't get regular ballet students? What is it, like adult ed?"
"Yeah - it's adult ed, although the school insists it's "outreach", like we're bringing ballet to the starving masses or something."
Ru grinned at the thought of the starving masses wearing tights and leotards.
"Cool. Well, the idea's kind of cool, kind of socialist - ballet and culture for all! - but I guess the execution's kind of iffy. The Saturday morning thing and all."
He hid a yawn in his pillow, although Trent wouldn't be able to see it, and asked "Anyone cute?"
"Do I sound like a total queen if I say there are some people you don't want to see in a leotard? Although ..."
"Dude, you are a total queen." Ru's grin widened. "Although what?"
"Fine." Ru could hear the way Trent's voice was amiling . "Although there was one guy - kinda stood out, you know?"
"Young and cute, instead of old and paunchy? Nice legs?"
"Fucking nice legs. Plus oh yeah, young, cute, actually knew what his body *was* which puts him ahead of most of them.... *really* nice legs though." Trent sounded somewhat wistful.
"They make everyone wear tights and leotards? Can you sneak me in one morning?"
"You want to get up early on a weekend to watch a ballet class? Dude - you're nuts."
"No, not a ballet class - cute boys in tights. Come on. I'll sit in the back and try not to make faces at you."
"Gee, thanks. Cute boy singular - in sweatpants - but I guess I can try. You going to want to draw, or you willing to pretend to be turning pages for Mr Samson?"
"I'll draw. Sweatpants, huh? He's not a dancer?"
"Nope - a skater."
"A skater? What the hell's he taking a ballet class for? Skaters wear, like, baggy pants and shit. How can you even tell he has nice legs?"
"Yeah, but can you imagine Mm Devon letting him into the *room* in baggy jeans? No way. Sweatpants and this t-shirt so old it was practically see though"
"Bet that went over well."
"Went over just fine from where I was standing" Trent grinned. "And Mm Devon, being the uber-bitch, made them all introduce themselves to the class, so I actually know why he's taking the class. His name's Erin - his sponsor reckoned it's be good for him - I guess he does like, competitions and stuff. He didn't sound way happy about it."
"I can just imagine. A skater. That's...that's weird. That's like mixing of the subcultures."
"Tell me about it - although makes about as much sense as the housewives."
"I don't know, I can just about picture my mom taking a ballet class. But skaters...? Nah, I shouldn't judge."
"Yeah, I thought everyone should be free to live their lives, Ru?" Trent teased. "It's pretty weird, but whatever. At least it gives me something to look at."
"And you deserve some compensation for having to be there so god-awful early on a weekend."
"Totally. Hey - you working today?"
Ru yawned again. Fuck, he needed coffee. "No, I'm off. Lucky me. Are you done? You want to meet for coffee or something?"
"Yeah I'm done for the day. Could really do with being Not Here - If you stumble towards Quoth's I'll buy the coffee?"
"Oh yeah, gimme caffeine and I'm yours for life. I think I can be there in forty minutes, maybe half a...no, forty minutes. I smell like smoke and Denny's, I gotta shower. But yeah, that sounds really good."
"Cool - see you there."
"Alright. Bye."
*click*