bakerstreet | High School AU!

[John does remember it, but he's kind of busy enjoying being the cool kid for the first time in his life, so this is all about him now, okay?]

Paperclips work sometimes. Or coathangers, if the lock's really big. One day, though, I'm gonna get myself one of them proper lockpick sets, like you see in comics and that?

I figure if music doesn't work out, I'll just be a cat burglar. [He grins, ear to ear. He's joking, obviously. ~~Mostly.~~]

What, like, uh-

[So John mentioned comic books but that don't mean he don't think they're nerdy, 'cause everyone thinks that, so Stan looks for a way to say what he's going to without sounding like he knows what he's talking about.]

that cat lady, what's-her-name, the one in the slinky jumpsuit?

[He looks around as he steps outside, checking for whether anyone's around who might not like their plan to do a little redecorating.]

Somethin' tells me you wouldn't fill the outfit out like she does, but you know, who am I to tell a guy off for dreamin' big?

[John arches his eyebrow juuuuust far enough that someone looking for it would see that he's flirting, and smirks]

Sorta like that, yeah. Except with less snogging Batman, and more money.

[Luckily for him, Stan is about the last person on the planet who would be looking for it, and so the little flirty hint to that look goes so far over his head it might as well be blasting off into space.]

Hey, yeah, now there's a happy ending I can get behind. One with lots of money.

[He trots across the parking lot, heading for the steps down into the football field. Then something occurs to him and he turns around, kind of hesitant, kind of curious.]

And, uh. Snogging. That's like, weird English code for um, for doin' it, right?

[John laughs]

Nah, mate. You're thinking of shagging. Snogging's a road sign along the way.

It's "making out" here, ennit?

What, like the dance?

[He grins up at John as he walks down the stairs to the football field, only not walking backward down them because he remembers the last Incident and still kind of wants to look cool.]

Yeah it's 'making out' here, spaceman. Are you sure you're from England, not, like, Mars?

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[John grins right back, spreading his hands]

If I was from Mars, think I'd tell you? It'd get in the way of all the alien abductions I got planned.

Ha! Yeah, well, you just watch out, my brother knows all about that comic book crap, he knows all your tricks. You try any abduction stuff on me and he'll ruin all your dastardly plans.

[He stops at the foot of the stairs, looking around the field thoughtfully.]

Speaking of, it'd better be you who draws this one. We're gonna' have to move fast, pretty much everyone can see the field from up there.

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Your brother sounds like a nerd. Bet I could take him.

[John, you're a bundle of sticks held together with issues and a too-big trenchcoat. You can't take anyone]

[He shrugs, taking the hairspray can and shaking it before he brings out his lighter]

Okay, stand back. [He lets off a quick jet of flame, just to check, and then gets to work. He starts off whistling for show, but the drawing with fire turns out to be trickier than he thought]

[Especially when, halfway through drawing cabalistic runes in the circle he's sketching, the flame goes out]

Fuck!

Uh.

[Stan looks up toward Glass Shard High's second story windows, looking a little nervous. Can he see people moving behind 'em, maybe looking down here at the two of them? He sure can't, his brother is the one who wears the glasses. He can imagine it, though.]

Hey, would matches do okay? I could hold one up while you do your thing, maybe we can finish this off that way.

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[John shakes the can, pulling a face]

Nah, forget it. Aerosol's nearly out anyway. Crap.

Whatever, we made a start.

[You shouldn't look too close at what he made a start on. It sucks at the eye somehow, even unfinished]

[All things considered, maybe it's for the best he ran out of fire]

[He throws the can carelessly to one side]

Sod it. C'mon, let's get out of here.

Out of-

[Stan yanks his wide eyes away from the symbol, taking a second to blink and focus on the rest of the world again.]

Oh, right. Uh, where'd you wanna' go? There's the, uh- Well, the school.

[He makes a face. Ford will wonder where he is if he don't see him, but he'll understand, right?]

And there's the boardwalk, it's got like, year-round carnival stuff, for the tourists. It ain't bad. I only gotta' be back by, uh, one, my brother's got gym class and there are a buncha' assholes who like to give him trouble when I ain't around to step in, you know?

[John screws up his face in distaste] Yeah, I know. There's arseholes like that every-frigging-where, in't there?

C'mon. Boardwalk it is. [He drops the lighter back in his pocket and gestures for Stan to lead the way]

[After a moment] ...It's nice you stick up for him. Makes me wish I had a brother.

[Stan relaxes at the agreement - there are assholes like that everywhere, yeah, but some guys don't think so. Some guys woulda' said Ford needed to toughen up instead. This and the fact that John mentioned comic books earlier means Stan can relax around him, maybe, a little bit.]

Yeah, he's the brains, I'm the brawn. It's kind of a nice deal.

Wait, you mean you got guys like Crampelter and his goons after you too, up in England or wherever? You?

Yeah, me. [He sounds both amused and surprised that Stan didn't see that coming] Well, used to, anyway. When I was a kid, like.

There was this one little shit, Kenny Nelson. He was a proper piece of work. Put out his sister's eye with a knitting needle, used to kill cats, all that sort of shite. Anyway, he used to beat the crap out of me and make me nick Dad's cigarettes, and then Dad'd find out and he'd beat the crap out of me, and my sister just told me to fuck off when I tried to hide out.

...Wasn't her fault, though. He'd only've done it to her as well. Anyway, I dealt with it. But it'd've been nice to have some brawn around, is all I'm saying.

Yeah, well, hang around with me long enough and maybe I'll teach you how to box! Ford just, you know.

[He puts his forearms up in front of his face, hands curled into fists.]

He turtles up. But if you actually start hittin', especially outside the ring, guys go runnin'.

[Then those closed fists punch at the air a couple times as Stan trots up the stairs, showing what he means.]

You gotta' know that though, right? You said they don't anymore, so you must of figured out something.

Uh-huh. Bit more permanent than boxing.

It's just like anythin'. You've gotta get in their heads, figure out what'll make them run when punching won't. 'Cause, you know, there's some guys who'll just come back for more, otherwise.

Once you know what'll scare them, you've won.

You know, you don't sound like Catwoman no more, you kinda' sound like, uh-

Hold that thought, I think the moral authorities are onto us.

[He turns to squint hard at the other side of the field, where some small, blurry figures - blurry to him, anyway - are trying to run down the stairs on the field's other side, yelling and waving their arms over at where the Stan and John are. Stan giggles and waves his hand over his head right back at them, grinning.]

Guess they don't appreciate your art, huh?

[John throws his head back and laughs, turning and walking backwards so he can flip them off with both hands]

Time for Plan RLF, then?

RLF, uh, yeah, sure.

[Stan hops a few steps to catch up to where John got to while he was standing there trying to see who came out here after them, and looks a little nervous while he argues with himself about whether to admit he's got no idea what the guy means.]

What's, um. I musta' forgot, what's that one mean again?

Run like fuck!

[And he takes off, whooping with laughter]

[A big smile spreads over Stan's face.]

Oh come on!

[He veers away from the steps and onto the huge concrete slabs the school uses as seats during games. He leaps up them, trying to pass John.]

You don't even know where you're goin'!

Never have, never will! What's the matter, can't keep up?

What?

[No, okay, that's weird, Stan's always the one askin' that question. So it's weird. But it sounds like a challenge, too, and Stanley Pines has never met a challenge he doesn't want to give a good solid punch in the face. So he gives himself an extra push, hoping that jumping up from one row of the cheap highschool stadium seating to the next will get him further faster than John, having to go up all those stairs.]

No, I was just lookin' out for you! But if you want to take a wrong turn and end up in like, home ec or whatever helpin' the girls learn to sew, be my guest! Whatever blows your dress up, man!

[John screws up his face, looking over his shoulder at the people who spotted them, then back at Stan]

Fuck me, no. Okay, fine, where're we going?

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r u sure you want to be around this guy stan?

of course he's sure what could go wrong

/uses this icon purely for the purposes of answering your question

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