|Marvel High, part the second
||[Apr. 1st, 2007|06:00 pm]
Cable x Deadpool
|||||one is the lonliest number||]|
So, part 2 of the fic I started here.
Alternate universe, slash (Cable and Deadpool
But keep an eye on Weasel too), enjoy. Note that they don't go by Cable or Deadpool at all, but instead go entirely by Nate and Wade.
“Friends are useless,” grumbled Wade though a mouthful of enchilada.
“I appreciate your support,” said Weasel, “What’s with this sudden notion?”
Lunch. Wade had somehow found himself in class all morning with the new kid, Nathan Dayspring a.k.a. Nate, and yet…
“Lookit them fawn over him and his glowy eye,” said Wade, scowling at the lunch line, where Jean Grey, Scott Summers and Nate were chatting.
Weasel looked over his shoulder.
“Is that the new guy?”
“Name’s Nate. He was pretty cool until his mom (well, the chick him mum was cloned from anyway) and pop started drooling over him. Can we talk about something else? Like the Olsen twins?”
Wade started shoveling more food into his mouth as Weasel eyed him curiously.
“You were the one who brought it up,” muttered Weasel.
“No I didn’t!” said Wade defensively, but after a raised eyebrow from Weasel, he said, “Okay, maybe I did, but what does it matter?”
Weasel opened his mouth to answer, but somebody had just come up behind him, making him close it.
“Is this seat taken?” asked Nate, holding a tray full of food and gesturing at one of the many empty places at the table.
“Look like it’s taken?” said Wade, spilling some food from his mouth as Nate sat down.
“Hello, I’m Nate,” said Nate to Weasel.
“Hey,” said Weasel, looking from Wade to Nate, “Weasel.”
Wade swallowed and asked, “Thought you were hangin’ out with them?”
“Oh, you mean Jean and Scott?” asked Nate, “Nice people, but talking to Jean gives me a headache. I thought I might eat with you.”
Wade actually felt rather smug at hearing this, but for some odd reason it wasn’t the thought of someone else getting a headache from Jean that was making him smug. He decided quickly to change the subject.
“This is some good enchilada. …I like that word. Like chimichanga. Chimichanga, chimichanga, chimichanga.”
“What classes to you have this afternoon?” asked Nate.
“Wha? Oh, uh, fun-time-with-mister-Rogers and then I’ve got cookies class.”
Nate looked at Weasel who quickly explained, “Gym and home economics.”
“Home ec?” asked Nate, “Somehow you don’t seem the type to bake cookies.”
“Okay so maybe I hate Martha Stewart but there are a lot of chicks in that class… plus the writer found the idea of me in an apron funny, so…” explained Wade.
Wade looked at Nate and was surprised to find an odd espression in the new kid’s face. He couldn’t quite tell what it was but the little smile made him feel a little funny. And not the one-liners type funny. The dastardly pretty floppy-thingies in your stomach kind of funny.
“Um, yeah,” said Weasel, rolling his eyes, “I got a spare and computer class. Meaning I’ll be watching downloaded episodes of Battlestar Galactica…”
“Well, I have gym so…”
“Cool!” said Wade, “I tellya that Mr. Rogers is almost like having Captain America as your gym teacher…”