Post by newwwwusername on Jan 14, 2023 17:32:37 GMT
Chronology : Rewrite of the scene that leads into The Squip Song
Headcanons : FTM!Jeremy, FTM!Rich, Rich uses a STP device
"I told you not to wash that off" Rich said slyly as he entered the bathroom. He'd seen Jeremy walk in. He'd heard the water running. He knew the son of a bitch was cleaning off the permanent marker he'd so lovingly written on his bag with that morning. And, sure enough, as soon as he said that, Jeremy frantically shoved his head into his bag, making up some crap about looking for his homework.
"I'm talking to you, tallass!" the shorter boy said firmly, slamming a fist against one of the stall doors to get his attention. Jeremy took his head out of his bag and turned around to face Rich, but didn't make eye contact. "Why do you call me that?" he finally asked after a moment of Rich waiting ever so patiently for a response. "I'm not even that tall..."
"Well, you could be if you weren't hunched over and scared all the time" Rich countered, putting on his old man voice as if to emphasize his point while Jeremy entered a stall. It wasn't true, of course. Sure, Jeremy wasn't as short as Rich, but he wasn't freakishly tall either. At his full height, he was really only 2 or 3 inches above the other boy. Rich was just insecure about his own stature and wanted to try and flip the script on anyone taller than him.
"The only thing more pathetic" Rich continued, walking over to a urinal. He was never particularly good at using them (those stand-to-pee devices only worked so well), but it'd be a cold day in hell before he was caught pissing in a stall. "Is the way that you're sneaking off into a stall to get away from me" he went on, mockery in his voice. "Stalls are for girls!" he announced, punching the wall with each word. "Are you a girl, Jeremy?"
"Depends on your definition" Jeremy bit back before he could stop himself. He felt his heart drop into his stomach as he realized what he just said. Rich didn't say anything either, which didn't help his nerves. He'd really not been wanting to out himself with a smartass comeback, and especially not to Rich, of all people. He stood up and zipped his pants, ready to book it.
"Don't leave, Jer" Rich stopped him as he was about to exit the washroom. That only made Jeremy want to leave more, but he stood there obediently, not wanting to make whatever was about to come any worse for himself. Rich sighed as he stood up, zipped his pants, and turned around to face the taller boy. "You don't remember me freshman year, do you?"
Jeremy was... Confused. He had been expecting the boy to beat the shit out of him or tell him how disgusting he was or something, but not... A weird question. "You didn't go here freshman year" Jeremy responded in confusion. He didn't remember Rich being there during that year, he'd always assumed Rich had transferred in after. Was that not the case? Had he been missing something? Shit, had he been no better than all the people who treated him like dirt every day?
"Yes, Jeremy, I did" Rich replied with a chuckle, placing a hand on the other boy's shoulder. Jeremy had to fight back a comment about not washing his hands. "I think... You and I might have more in common than you think, tallass"
...What?
"What are you talking about?" Jeremy asked him. Rich scoffed. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, Jeremy" he responded with an eye roll. "Not... Not fitting in with the other guys? Hiding away in a stall because what other option is there? I get it. I was like you. I guess I still am too... Some things don't change, Jeremy" he went on somewhat cryptically. Upon seeing Jeremy's confused expression, Rich sighed in defeat before leaning in with a small whisper. "I'm trans too"
"Oh" Jeremy responded with a small exhale, relieved at the fact that Rich wasn't about to kick the shit out of him. It also honestly explained a lot about the other boy and not just his height. He was sort of embarrassed he hadn't pieced it together before. Hell, had he been so self-centered as to think he was the only trans kid to ever grace the halls? No one else (except Michael and now Rich) knew that he was trans, so was it really so out of left field to think there were more kids like him?
"The difference between you and me, Jer" Rich continued with a smirk. "Is that I stopped being an insecure little pussy, and you're still a loser"
"Thanks..."
"Don't sweat it, tallass. I have a fix for though. It fixed my shit"
"What is it?"
"It's called the Squip..."
Headcanons : FTM!Jeremy, FTM!Rich, Rich uses a STP device
"I told you not to wash that off" Rich said slyly as he entered the bathroom. He'd seen Jeremy walk in. He'd heard the water running. He knew the son of a bitch was cleaning off the permanent marker he'd so lovingly written on his bag with that morning. And, sure enough, as soon as he said that, Jeremy frantically shoved his head into his bag, making up some crap about looking for his homework.
"I'm talking to you, tallass!" the shorter boy said firmly, slamming a fist against one of the stall doors to get his attention. Jeremy took his head out of his bag and turned around to face Rich, but didn't make eye contact. "Why do you call me that?" he finally asked after a moment of Rich waiting ever so patiently for a response. "I'm not even that tall..."
"Well, you could be if you weren't hunched over and scared all the time" Rich countered, putting on his old man voice as if to emphasize his point while Jeremy entered a stall. It wasn't true, of course. Sure, Jeremy wasn't as short as Rich, but he wasn't freakishly tall either. At his full height, he was really only 2 or 3 inches above the other boy. Rich was just insecure about his own stature and wanted to try and flip the script on anyone taller than him.
"The only thing more pathetic" Rich continued, walking over to a urinal. He was never particularly good at using them (those stand-to-pee devices only worked so well), but it'd be a cold day in hell before he was caught pissing in a stall. "Is the way that you're sneaking off into a stall to get away from me" he went on, mockery in his voice. "Stalls are for girls!" he announced, punching the wall with each word. "Are you a girl, Jeremy?"
"Depends on your definition" Jeremy bit back before he could stop himself. He felt his heart drop into his stomach as he realized what he just said. Rich didn't say anything either, which didn't help his nerves. He'd really not been wanting to out himself with a smartass comeback, and especially not to Rich, of all people. He stood up and zipped his pants, ready to book it.
"Don't leave, Jer" Rich stopped him as he was about to exit the washroom. That only made Jeremy want to leave more, but he stood there obediently, not wanting to make whatever was about to come any worse for himself. Rich sighed as he stood up, zipped his pants, and turned around to face the taller boy. "You don't remember me freshman year, do you?"
Jeremy was... Confused. He had been expecting the boy to beat the shit out of him or tell him how disgusting he was or something, but not... A weird question. "You didn't go here freshman year" Jeremy responded in confusion. He didn't remember Rich being there during that year, he'd always assumed Rich had transferred in after. Was that not the case? Had he been missing something? Shit, had he been no better than all the people who treated him like dirt every day?
"Yes, Jeremy, I did" Rich replied with a chuckle, placing a hand on the other boy's shoulder. Jeremy had to fight back a comment about not washing his hands. "I think... You and I might have more in common than you think, tallass"
...What?
"What are you talking about?" Jeremy asked him. Rich scoffed. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, Jeremy" he responded with an eye roll. "Not... Not fitting in with the other guys? Hiding away in a stall because what other option is there? I get it. I was like you. I guess I still am too... Some things don't change, Jeremy" he went on somewhat cryptically. Upon seeing Jeremy's confused expression, Rich sighed in defeat before leaning in with a small whisper. "I'm trans too"
"Oh" Jeremy responded with a small exhale, relieved at the fact that Rich wasn't about to kick the shit out of him. It also honestly explained a lot about the other boy and not just his height. He was sort of embarrassed he hadn't pieced it together before. Hell, had he been so self-centered as to think he was the only trans kid to ever grace the halls? No one else (except Michael and now Rich) knew that he was trans, so was it really so out of left field to think there were more kids like him?
"The difference between you and me, Jer" Rich continued with a smirk. "Is that I stopped being an insecure little pussy, and you're still a loser"
"Thanks..."
"Don't sweat it, tallass. I have a fix for though. It fixed my shit"
"What is it?"
"It's called the Squip..."