xp_logs | Miles & Bobby, backdated to Monday lunchtime

Miles and Bobby make a decision about the upcoming homecoming dance.

Fall was settling in. It was still one of those days that was cold in the morning but warmed up considerably by noontime. Sitting outside for lunch in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt better suited for the morning, Miles's discomfort grew by the minute. He glanced enviously at Bobby, who seemed comfortable in any temperature. Lucky jerk.

"You gon' eat that?" Miles asked, reaching for the packaged snack cake next to Bobby's bag without waiting for a response.

"Uh yeah," Bobby said, reaching out and putting one hand on the snack at the same time Miles' hand landed on it. "But I guess I can share, seein' who you are and all." He released a heavy, overly dramatic sigh as he made a little ice knife and cut the package in twain.

"I'm bored." he announced, speaking through a mouthful of snack cake as he glanced around as if something fun to do should pop out at the notion.

The practicalities of Bobby's powers never ceased to amaze Miles, although he did glance around to make sure that no one saw them and blew their cover. At least his spider-sense didn't ping any danger of discovery. He picked off a piece of the treat and popped it in his mouth. "You're at school," he said, licking some frosting off his finger. "Of course you're bored. It's boring. And I have a physics quiz next period. So it's also terrifying."

"Super boring. Like, fatally boring. I'm dyin' here, dude." His eyes went wide at the mention of physics until Bobby remembered that he wasn't taking that class. Phew. "Wait, if you have physics, that means that I have..." He searched his brain for the answer, smoke nearly coming out of his ears. "Oh man, is it English? I hope it's not English." Which meant it probably was English.

"But don't you have English with whatshername? Maria? Con las grandes . . ." Miles held his hands out in front of his chest and waggled his eyebrows. "I heard that she and Colin broke up, you know."

Bobby squinted at Miles, trying to decipher what he was saying. "Big... eyebrows?" Then he got it. "Oh. OH. Hah, yeah, big... yeah. And no, I didn't know that, huh." He had no idea how he'd even remotely go about talking to her about that kind of thing but it was good to know just the same. "And yeah, I do, dammit. FML." He sighed and shook his head. "I'd say 'trade ya' but you really don't want me writing a physics test for you, dude."

"No, I really don't want you taking any of my classes for me. I have a GPA to maintain," Miles teased, flicking a crumb of the snack cake at Bobby. "Not losing my car and allowance privileges for any reason, especially not a girl. Even if she can act as her own emergency flotation device."

"Hah, yeah, that's right, 'cause everyone knows boobs float and shit." Bobby replied, inwardly wondering if that was actually true or whether Miles was just making that up. Huh. "And yeah, man, with homecoming and all you don't want to mess up anything like that." Not that he had any plans himself, and he didn't know whether Milesy did or not, but not being punished was a good thing in general at any rate.

Miles had an expert side-eye prepared for Bobby's apparent ignorance of anatomy and physics, but he started at the reminder of the upcoming dance. "Aww, crap. Homecoming. Keep forgetting about that. You know, I put out an open call on the Gen X board for a date and no one replied! There's like a dozen girls and no one said yes. Can you believe that?"

"Seriously? What the hell, Milesy?" Clearly they didn't recognize a good thing when they saw one, or else his roomie would have a bunch of offers already. "Pfft. Not cool, dude, not cool at all. We should just say screw 'em all and go stag or something." Which was likely what he'd be doing since Bobby hadn't exactly looked into it himself and wasn't likely to get a date either at this point.

"That's . . . not a terrible idea," Miles carefully considered. "You don't have a date, either. It would almost be worse not to go at all, right? Kinda lame to just stay home all weekend."

"Exactly, and while they probably don't deserve it we shouldn't deprive them of the awesomeness that is us, yeah?" Bobby was nothing if not modest. "We could still have fun and we can stick it to all the haters at the same time. Sounds like win-win in my book, Milesy."

"Yeah! And girls go together in groups all the time, too, right? So there'll be people to dance with. And even if not." Miles shrugged. "We can still have fun. Ice up the floors and see how fancy people can really dance when they're tripping."

"Dude I hadn't even thought about that." Bobby likely wouldn't want to do that much, if at all, for fear of getting people hurt, but there'd be all kinds of chances for mischief just the same. "This is totally the best possible outcome we could've hoped for." Who needed girls anyway?

Miles held out his fist for a bump to seal the deal. "It's a date, yo. I mean, not actually a date, but, you know. A man date? Mandate? Whatever."

"Mandates for the win, bro." Bobby returned the fist bump with a grin. "Bro... bromance, yeah. That's what it is, totally. Everyone else is going to be totes jelly and so they should be." Because they were the coolest, clearly.

They had some work to do first, though. Miles suddenly looked serious. "Do you have a suit? I have a suit. Warren got it for me. You gotta have one because you have to look good. It's all a waste of time if we don't also look better than everyone else."

"I have, uh," Bobby started, going through his closet in his mind to double check. "I have stuff. Like... dress pants, and a shirt. Oh, and a tie. I think. That's kind of a suit, yeah? Like, you put it all together and it makes a suit?" That's how they worked, right?

Miles tried his best not to sigh. "We'll work on it."