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I Guess It’s Half Timing and the Other Half’s Luck | A Rory Ficlet
Rory sat at the desk in his room watching Michael Buble music videos on YouTube. He had gone to the Hunger Games midnight premiere with Sam the night before and hadn’t arrived back home until 3:15 AM. He ended up skipping school and sleeping until 4 PM. The clock at the bottom of his computer screen read 11:01 PM. Rory sighed. He was still wide awake.
Rory considered walking down the hall to Liam’s room, but then decided against it. Ever since Rory had come out, Liam had sort of distanced himself from the boy. He left the house whenever Sam came over and only spoke to him when he needed Rory to pass the salt at dinner. The broken friendship made Rory’s heart ache, but he knew that if someone doesn’t except you for you, it won’t work no matter how hard you try.
Rory was about to press the replay button on “Haven’t Met You Yet” when “Hollywood”, his ringtone, began blaring from his cell phone. He cursed under his breath and made a mental note to turn down the volume. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was an unfamiliar number. An unfamiliar, long distance number.
“Hello?” Rory asked. His heart was pounding. It couldn’t be-
“Rory?” A quiet, child’s voice asked. “It’s Seamus.”
Rory’s eyes teared up. “Hey, buddy.” He said. “How - how are you?” Maybe if he played it off like he didn’t know anything then Seamus would too. Maybe Seamus didn’t even know.
“Why won’t mammy let me talk to you?” Seamus asked. “She won’t even let me use a phone at any of my friends’ houses. I finally asked the lady at the library to let me use their phone while mammy is reading a book in the grown-up section. She says I can never talk to you again.”
Rory choked down a sob. “Well, Seamus… it’s…complicated.”
“That’s exactly what Daddy said.” the boy on the other end protested. “What happened?”
Rory took a deep breath, a tear trickling down his cheek. “Seamus… you know how usually boys love girls, and girls love boys?”
“Yes.”
“Well… sometimes… boys love boys… and girls love girls.”
The other end stayed quiet.
“Seamus? Are ya there?”
“Yeah,” the boy replied. “I’m confused, though. How… how can boys love boys? That’s weird.”
“I know it’s different, Seamus,” Rory said. “But sometimes people are like that.”
“Do you love boys?” Seamus asked confusedly.
“I like boys and girls,” Rory said, his heart thumping. What if his brother disowned him the way his mother did?
“Really?” Seamus said after a few seconds. “Why?”
“Because,” Rory replied. “God made me that way.”
“Oh,” said Seamus. Rory could practically see the gears turning in the young boy’s head. “Well, okay.”
“Okay?” Rory repeated breathlessly.
“I still love you.”
Rory laughed through his tears. “Aw, I love you too. I love you so much.”
“Why doesn’t mammy like that you love boys and girls?”
“Well,” Rory said, contemplating how to word what he wanted to say. “She says that a boy liking another boy is a sin.”
“But if God made you that way, how could it be a sin?” Seamus asked.
“I…I don’t know, Seamus,” Rory replied. “I really don’t know.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Seamus asked, laughing.
“Yes, I do,” Rory chuckled. “Why?”
“Because,” Seamus replied with a giggle. “Love is icky!”
“Someday you’ll love a girl!” Rory taunted. “It won’t be icky then!”
“Yes it will!” Seamus screeched. He heard a librarian shush him in the background. “What’s his name?”
“Sam. Sam Evans.” Rory smiled as the name passed his lips.
“What does he look like?”
“Well,” Rory said, leaning back in his chair. “He’s blonde and strong, and has these huge lips!”
“Really?” Seamus asked.
“Really.”
“Have you kissed yet?”
“Yes,” Rory laughed. “We have.”
“Eeeeeew,” Seamus giggled. “Kissing is gross.”
“You won’t think that forever, lad,” Rory assured his brother.
“Yes I will!” Seamus cried. Then Rory heard his mother’s voice coming from the background of the other end.
“Is that mammy?” Rory asked.
“Yes!” Seamus said. “I have to go!”
“Okay, buddy. Call me soon, okay?”
“I will!” Seamus said. Rory heard a faint “Who are you talking to?” in the background before the line went dead.
Rory put don his phone and smiled at the ceiling. He had finally gotten to talk to Seamus.
And the boy had accepted who he was without a care.
Rory couldn’t wait to tell Sam.
Texts to Alexia Lopez
- Rory: Any luck contacting Miss Brittany?
- Rory: ...also, is your cousin really coming over to "break" me?
There’s hangovers.
In my defense, Santana, I did mention many times I was alone last night. Maybe if you weren’t so busy gettin’ drunk we’d know where Miss Brittany is.
Do you have any idea where she may be?
What the hell did you just say to me? So now you’re saying it’s my fucking fault that we don’t know where Brittany is? You better watch your step before I go over to your house and break you so hard it’ll be the last step you ever make.
I…I’m sorry Miss Santana. I just got a bit upset. It’s not my fault Brittany’s missing. I’m just as concerned as you are.
Texts to Brittany S. Pierce
- Rory: Miss Brittany, where are ya? Are you alright?
- Rory: Ya gotta text Santana, Brittany. She's worried about ya.
Text to Brittany S. Pierce
- Rory: Miss Brittany, are ya okay? Santana said you weren't with her last night like I thought you were and she's worried about ya.
There’s hangovers.
Um…um, last night, Miss Santana. I… assumed she was with you….
Are you an idiot, or does that idiotic cowboy hat squeeze your head so tight you lost a few bolts in your head? I’ve been with Puckerman since last night, I’m now just waking up after crashing at his place. Still there.
I just thought you were a dumbass and didn’t tell me when she was back.
In my defense, Santana, I did mention many times I was alone last night. Maybe if you weren’t so busy gettin’ drunk we’d know where Miss Brittany is.
Do you have any idea where she may be?
There’s hangovers.
If it gets too bad I wouldn’t mind some company over at the Pierce’s. It’s been pretty lonely, since Miss Brittany hasn’t come back yet. Or I could swing by too.
What the hell do you mean, Brittany hasn’t come home? You mean from her dance lessons this morning, or last night?
Shit shit shit.
Um…um, last night, Miss Santana. I… assumed she was with you….
There’s hangovers.
Mind if I come over?
It’s cool with me. Be warned: Santana is not in a good mood. At all.
If it gets too bad I wouldn’t mind some company over at the Pierce’s. It’s been pretty lonely, since Miss Brittany hasn’t come back yet. Or I could swing by too.
The lovely Miss Rachel Berry.
I know I told Santana to maintain character authenticity, but I think she enjoyed kicking me a little too much. I loved performing this song though!
As did I! Hopefully I can get myself a lass soon, just as Sam is. I’m not having much luck with it…
