Yeah. Brad plays LaX at JHU. Nate's mom works in the admissions office, and he's taking Organic over the summer. He really really hates chemistry, and he has no idea how he can continue as a pre-med student and then a med school if it makes him this miserable. 90% of it is still in my head, or was in random email and text bits to Tabby, which are lost since I got a new phone. My problem is two-fold: 1. I'm not motivated to write lately. 2. Once I have an outline (and I do) and I know how it ends, I'm not in as much of a rush to get words out of my head. If it ever DOES, I'll have to talk to you about JHU and Balmer and Roland Park (seriously, I even spent time wondering about minutiae, like which private school Nate would've graduated from) to get details right.
But there's a snippet where they meet here (http://asimplechord.livejournal.com/499514.html). And after Nate goes back to Dartmouth for sophomore year here (http://pjvilar.livejournal.com/60696.html?thread=1275160#t1275160).
And I have this with a note that it was for lickingbeads' prompt jealousy, but I'm pretty sure her post is locked.
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Brad is sure that it's nothing. Nate sent him a cell-phone photo of the mess of work on his desk when he explained why he wouldn't be able to make it back to Baltimore for autumn break. But he would really like to know why there was a mug with lipstick on its rim holding a pile of messily-stacked papers in place on the teetering, uneven stack of notebooks in front of Nate's monitor.
In his defense, he knows his knee-jerk response is wrong, and he didn't even expect it, so instead of immediately assuming the worse and arguing/accusing Nate of anything he'd regret later, he tugs on a pair of running shoes and goes out for a run. A really long run.
Nate, who had expected a text or a call or *something* in response, sits at his desk, gmail and skype open, for an hour, before he re-reads his email and checks that he sent the picture, and, okay, he's aware of Brad's history (although really accidentally; getting him to talk about some things is like pulling teeth - impacted wisdom teeth, even) so that was an unfortunate item to have in framed in the photo. But he's not a cheater, dammit, and that lipgloss is Patrick's, whose major in English literature and drama requires participation in theater department activities, up to and including costume and makeup.
When Brad gets back, there's a text waiting on his phone.
ur an ass if u think what i think ur thinking
I know. Sorry. Went for a run to clear my head.
He gulps an entire liter of water, deliberately not looking at his phone while he waits.
clear now?
Y. Can we talk about this?
He's not counting time while he waits. Except that he knows it takes 74 seconds for Nate's reply to arrive.
gimme 1 min to reboot my mac
Brad doesn't care that he's sweaty and gross, that his hamstrings will tighten if he doesn't stretch them after running for so long in cold weather. He settles in front of his laptop, opens gchat, and waits for Nate to ping him.
Re: college AU snippet from my WIP files, Brad/Nate
But there's a snippet where they meet here (http://asimplechord.livejournal.com/499514.html). And after Nate goes back to Dartmouth for sophomore year here (http://pjvilar.livejournal.com/60696.html?thread=1275160#t1275160).
And I have this with a note that it was for
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Brad is sure that it's nothing. Nate sent him a cell-phone photo of the mess of work on his desk when he explained why he wouldn't be able to make it back to Baltimore for autumn break. But he would really like to know why there was a mug with lipstick on its rim holding a pile of messily-stacked papers in place on the teetering, uneven stack of notebooks in front of Nate's monitor.
In his defense, he knows his knee-jerk response is wrong, and he didn't even expect it, so instead of immediately assuming the worse and arguing/accusing Nate of anything he'd regret later, he tugs on a pair of running shoes and goes out for a run. A really long run.
Nate, who had expected a text or a call or *something* in response, sits at his desk, gmail and skype open, for an hour, before he re-reads his email and checks that he sent the picture, and, okay, he's aware of Brad's history (although really accidentally; getting him to talk about some things is like pulling teeth - impacted wisdom teeth, even) so that was an unfortunate item to have in framed in the photo. But he's not a cheater, dammit, and that lipgloss is Patrick's, whose major in English literature and drama requires participation in theater department activities, up to and including costume and makeup.
When Brad gets back, there's a text waiting on his phone.
ur an ass if u think what i think ur thinking
I know. Sorry. Went for a run to clear my head.
He gulps an entire liter of water, deliberately not looking at his phone while he waits.
clear now?
Y. Can we talk about this?
He's not counting time while he waits. Except that he knows it takes 74 seconds for Nate's reply to arrive.
gimme 1 min to reboot my mac
Brad doesn't care that he's sweaty and gross, that his hamstrings will tighten if he doesn't stretch them after running for so long in cold weather. He settles in front of his laptop, opens gchat, and waits for Nate to ping him.