Oct. 14th, 2007
[fic] Ambiguity
Oct. 14th, 2007 09:51 pmTitle: Ambiguity
Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: Reid, Pogue, Caleb
Word Count: 1,330
Rating: PG
Summary: Caleb and Pogue's first fight, kind of. Communication is good, peoples.
It wasn't that they were fighting. He didn't know what it was, wasn't sure what to call the great silences and awkward moments that seemed to spring up between them in the last 24 hours. He was pretty sure he had said something wrong. That, at least, he was pretty sure of.
The only problem was, he wasn't sure what it was. And the silences and awkward moments were starting to pile up into something almost too big to deal with.
Pogue sat crosslegged on the couch, failing to focus on his English homework. He already knew how to write, this was just a requirement course, something everybody had to go through. It didn't mean anything. His inability to complete the work didn't mean anything either. It certainly didn't mean that he was afraid of losing Caleb. It just meant that he was distracted. The pencil tapped in an increasingly frantic rhythm against the edge of the book, until it went flying across the room and almost hit Reid in the head.
"Hey!"
"Sorry," he mumbled.
Reid snorted, tossing the pencil back at him and coming into the room. "You're doing homework before 10. Must be important."
"Yeah," he said, not paying attention anymore.
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Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: Reid, Pogue, Caleb
Word Count: 1,330
Rating: PG
Summary: Caleb and Pogue's first fight, kind of. Communication is good, peoples.
It wasn't that they were fighting. He didn't know what it was, wasn't sure what to call the great silences and awkward moments that seemed to spring up between them in the last 24 hours. He was pretty sure he had said something wrong. That, at least, he was pretty sure of.
The only problem was, he wasn't sure what it was. And the silences and awkward moments were starting to pile up into something almost too big to deal with.
Pogue sat crosslegged on the couch, failing to focus on his English homework. He already knew how to write, this was just a requirement course, something everybody had to go through. It didn't mean anything. His inability to complete the work didn't mean anything either. It certainly didn't mean that he was afraid of losing Caleb. It just meant that he was distracted. The pencil tapped in an increasingly frantic rhythm against the edge of the book, until it went flying across the room and almost hit Reid in the head.
"Hey!"
"Sorry," he mumbled.
Reid snorted, tossing the pencil back at him and coming into the room. "You're doing homework before 10. Must be important."
"Yeah," he said, not paying attention anymore.
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