Infinity Smashed: A Matter of Taste
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lb_leeA Matter of Taste
Prompt: Stuff100 ‘Taste’
Word Count: 661
Summary: Thomas isn’t above jealousy.
Thomas likes to think of himself as a confident, secure kind of guy. No need for jealousy or envy, right, he’s cool. Wherever the flow go, he’s pro. So he really doesn’t like admitting he’s jealous of M.D.
Really, what has she got that he hasn’t, besides a truckload of mental problems, citizenship that like three versions of la migra have spat on, and Pikachu powers? Nothing worth envying, right? He so would not want her life. That much crazy and chaos might sound cool on paper, but it wears a guy out. He’s way better off himself. He’s got it all! Good looks, cool family, citizenship, steady job, stable housing, a GED, a healthy brain…
But not Raige.
Well, no, that’s not fair. Raige is his pal, they’re tight, and Thomas knows if he needed five-hundred bucks, no questions asked, Raige would have his back. If he called Raige up at three in the morning and said he needed him, Raige would be there.
It’s just that, well, Thomas is Raige’s friend, but M.D. is Raige’s best friend. And if it came down to the two of them, Thomas knows how Raige would pick.
Which isn’t a big deal, really, okay, because it’ll never come down to the two of them—well, sort of, not really, romance and sex stuff don’t count, because M.D.’s so smart but when it comes to feelings, she’s dumber than a box of rocks. She doesn’t even know that if she ever wanted, Raige would totally be her love-slave. And even if she did, Thomas doubts she’d care. So it’s not even a thing! It doesn’t even matter.
Thomas wishes like hell that he knew what she has that he doesn’t. I mean, sure, she’s exciting to be around, but guess what, so are riots and battlefields and he doesn’t see Raige dashing off to those. It’s stupid to be mad at her when she’s not even doing anything, doesn’t even know what’s going on, but sometimes he is anyway.
Not like there’s any point. It’s not like Thomas wants Raige as his love-slave. Well, not really. He wants all sorts of stuff; that doesn’t mean he should actually get it. And Raige obviously has a lot of baggage to sort through, plus his dad, and Thomas hasn’t exactly told his family he’s bi yet because he’s not sure it counts unless he has an actual boyfriend to show them, and. Well. It just wouldn’t work out. Whatever the reason, Raige’s taste is obviously more for socially inept powder keg alien girls than cool guys. Maybe because she’s an even bigger dork than he is. Maybe he’s straighter than Thomas read him as, and Thomas was just a fling.
Who knows. And who cares? It’s not like it’s a big deal anyway. Plenty of fish in the sea. Plenty—
M.D. snaps her fingers in front of his face. “Hello? Earth to Thomas, do you copy?”
Thomas snaps back to himself. M.D. and Raige are staring at him, and M.D. is holding up two videos.
“Come back to this planet,” M.D. continues, “we’ve got movies. Which we’ve asked your opinion on three times.”
“Everything okay?” Raige asks. He looks a little concerned. Crap.
Thomas shakes his head, trying to clear the funk, and puts on his best smile. “I’m cool, sorry, just zoned.”
He tunes in to the movies in M.D.’s hands. Star Wars versus Indiana Jones. He can bet who voted for what. She waggles her eyebrows, waves her free hand like she’s Vanna White showing off the washer and drier set, and Thomas feels guilty for wanting to hate her.
“Sorry, man, I’m with M.D. on this one. Temple of Doom it is.”
M.D. gives Thomas a triumphant smirk and tossed the tape to Raige, hopping onto the couch next to Thomas. Raige grimaces, but pops Indiana Jones into the VCR without complaint. He takes disappointment well. Better than Thomas does, apparently.
Oh well.
Prompt: Stuff100 ‘Taste’
Word Count: 661
Summary: Thomas isn’t above jealousy.
Thomas likes to think of himself as a confident, secure kind of guy. No need for jealousy or envy, right, he’s cool. Wherever the flow go, he’s pro. So he really doesn’t like admitting he’s jealous of M.D.
Really, what has she got that he hasn’t, besides a truckload of mental problems, citizenship that like three versions of la migra have spat on, and Pikachu powers? Nothing worth envying, right? He so would not want her life. That much crazy and chaos might sound cool on paper, but it wears a guy out. He’s way better off himself. He’s got it all! Good looks, cool family, citizenship, steady job, stable housing, a GED, a healthy brain…
But not Raige.
Well, no, that’s not fair. Raige is his pal, they’re tight, and Thomas knows if he needed five-hundred bucks, no questions asked, Raige would have his back. If he called Raige up at three in the morning and said he needed him, Raige would be there.
It’s just that, well, Thomas is Raige’s friend, but M.D. is Raige’s best friend. And if it came down to the two of them, Thomas knows how Raige would pick.
Which isn’t a big deal, really, okay, because it’ll never come down to the two of them—well, sort of, not really, romance and sex stuff don’t count, because M.D.’s so smart but when it comes to feelings, she’s dumber than a box of rocks. She doesn’t even know that if she ever wanted, Raige would totally be her love-slave. And even if she did, Thomas doubts she’d care. So it’s not even a thing! It doesn’t even matter.
Thomas wishes like hell that he knew what she has that he doesn’t. I mean, sure, she’s exciting to be around, but guess what, so are riots and battlefields and he doesn’t see Raige dashing off to those. It’s stupid to be mad at her when she’s not even doing anything, doesn’t even know what’s going on, but sometimes he is anyway.
Not like there’s any point. It’s not like Thomas wants Raige as his love-slave. Well, not really. He wants all sorts of stuff; that doesn’t mean he should actually get it. And Raige obviously has a lot of baggage to sort through, plus his dad, and Thomas hasn’t exactly told his family he’s bi yet because he’s not sure it counts unless he has an actual boyfriend to show them, and. Well. It just wouldn’t work out. Whatever the reason, Raige’s taste is obviously more for socially inept powder keg alien girls than cool guys. Maybe because she’s an even bigger dork than he is. Maybe he’s straighter than Thomas read him as, and Thomas was just a fling.
Who knows. And who cares? It’s not like it’s a big deal anyway. Plenty of fish in the sea. Plenty—
M.D. snaps her fingers in front of his face. “Hello? Earth to Thomas, do you copy?”
Thomas snaps back to himself. M.D. and Raige are staring at him, and M.D. is holding up two videos.
“Come back to this planet,” M.D. continues, “we’ve got movies. Which we’ve asked your opinion on three times.”
“Everything okay?” Raige asks. He looks a little concerned. Crap.
Thomas shakes his head, trying to clear the funk, and puts on his best smile. “I’m cool, sorry, just zoned.”
He tunes in to the movies in M.D.’s hands. Star Wars versus Indiana Jones. He can bet who voted for what. She waggles her eyebrows, waves her free hand like she’s Vanna White showing off the washer and drier set, and Thomas feels guilty for wanting to hate her.
“Sorry, man, I’m with M.D. on this one. Temple of Doom it is.”
M.D. gives Thomas a triumphant smirk and tossed the tape to Raige, hopping onto the couch next to Thomas. Raige grimaces, but pops Indiana Jones into the VCR without complaint. He takes disappointment well. Better than Thomas does, apparently.
Oh well.
