The subject line says it all. This chapter isn't even nessassary, but I wanted to write a chapter without actually writing a chapter. Somehow, what was supposed to become an introductory paragraph turned into the entire chapter.
Slash, told from the point of view of Bob, Alternate Universe Fanfiction chapter 10. Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.
Bob, member of the Humiliated Youths Doing Radical Actions (HYDRA) club, being neither the protagonist of this story, nor anybody else important, nonetheless has his role to play. If it weren’t for subjective history, perhaps he wouldn’t be in this situation.
If he had not joined the HYDRA club, they wouldn’t have sent him on a particular mission that had no relevance to this story but a good deal of relevance to the HYDRA club. If he had not gone on that mission, he would not have failed that mission, and the HYDRA club wouldn’t have grabbed their metaphorical torches and pitchforks and gave chase. If he wasn’t irritating the HYDRA club, he might never have talked to Weasel, and if he never talked to Weasel, then he might never have come into this story.
All Bob wanted to do was not fail school due to a stupid rule about being involved in extracurricular activities. More than that, Bob wanted to hide and hope the whole thing would go away.
Bob, however, was in a very special position to observe the players in this story. He knew, for example, that Weasel had a suspiciously stalker-ish folder on his computer labeled “Wade”. He also knew that Weasel was getting increasingly lonely and jealous about Wade, which only made him hang out with Bob more. If Bob wasn’t afraid of getting involved, he might have played cupid or something. Bob also apparently didn’t understand homosexuality, but that’s not the point. Not that Bob had anything particular against Weasel, but he felt that it might not be in his best interest to notice what was going on.
This didn’t mean he did.
From Bob’s point of view, Wade Wilson was Weasel’s best friend and completely, utterly, intolerably insane. Nate Dayspring was a prettyish looking guy with white in his hair and a particularly unmemorable eye. Bob wasn’t entirely sure why he couldn’t remember what that eye looked like, but he didn’t really think about it. Weasel, of course, was the kid with the glasses who knew the entire script of Star Wars: A New Hope by heart. He was also, incidentally, the only person that seemed to like Bob enough to talk to him on a regular basis.
Nate apparently had become Wade’s new best friend, and Weasel was angry at the change. Bob could understand that, but not to the extent of the heated emotions and tension of the current situation (thinking it an entirely platonic friendship sort of situation).
He also felt that Wade had very little clue about what was going on, being entirely, completely, utterly, terrifyingly insane. Therefore, Bob thought, he needed a nudge in the right direction. He didn’t want to play cupid, as I said before, but he thought he should mention that Weasel felt a bit slighted, feeling he should underestimate it a bit.
If Bob knew how that day would turn out, not only would he stay home sick, but he’d transfer high schools. He might even move to a different country, one which was not even in Wade Wilson’s vocabulary.