Story: Saving Elliot
Type: AU
Word Count: 5k
Pairing(s): Christopher Finley/Benjamin O'Connor, Teagan O'Connor/Lana Finley (minor)
Summary: In which O'Connor can't stop defending the love of his life.
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'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
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"KOPOV, YOU DICKHEAD," O'Connor snaps, "What the fuck are you doing? We're supposed to be doing this presentation together."
Benjamin O'Connor made the horrible mistake of taking Sociology as an A Level. They've already started the second (and final) year so there is no way he can drop the subject. Plus he's only taken three A Levels (Sociology, Spanish and P.E) so, again, there's no way he can drop it since the sixth form requires a minimum of three subjects.
God. He's so fucked.
He's even more fucked because he was partnered up with Alex Kopov for this Sociology presentation on Family Ideology (or some crap like that). It's due in two weeks and neither of them have the foggiest idea what they're doing. The most frustrating thing about being partners with Alex Kopov is the fact the guy is smart and actually good at Sociology. He's probably the only person in the year who could rival Elliot Jensen's top grades in Maths. He's a lot smarter than people think.
"I told you I have a doctor's appointment," the Russian boy says on the other end of the phone.
O'Connor scoffs and pauses at the side of the road. He's about to step forward when a car zooms past him in a heated rush. Two more go by before he runs across the narrow road to the line terraced houses on the other side.
"I know for a fact you don't," he says as turns a corner onto a less busy street, "I know for a fact you're over at Jensen's right now house playing COD with her, Goodwin and Chaudhri."
"And how do you know this?"
"Jensen told me you were going over to hers today," he says, "I can bloody hear her swearing in the background."
"No...that's my cat."
He frowns, "So your cat just told Goodwin to fuck off and go die in a hole?"
"He's a very talented cat--"
"Alexander."
"Look," Kopov huffs, "I don't know why you're getting so pissy about it. We have two weeks and I've already done some research and made notes, I just need to type it all out and put it in some fancy presentation and then boom, we're all good. Don't worry about it."
"I'm not worried," he says. He's not, okay?
He doesn't do worry. That's for people like Jensen and Finley who are way too caught up in the future to enjoy the present. He's all about the here and now. Why bother with something that has no certainty of happening?
"Why don't you worry about the fact Finley is going to flip when he finds out you've been fighting Saunders again," Kopov says amidst the sound of gunshots and Jensen's swearing in the background.
