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the_water_clockAuthor: Clio
Title: Goodbye, Mr. Seacrest, or, To Simon, with Love: Rymon Missing Scenes from the Fast Times at Idol High 80s AU
Pairing: American Idol: Ryan Seacrest/Simon Cowell
Rating: PG
Summary: Chaperoning a dance is not quite as boring as it might seem, especially when you can go home and have a dance of your own.
Length: 1000 words
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, clearly, as Ryan and Simon would make lousy chaperones.
Notes: Fast Times at Idol High,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lillijulianne's 80s high school AU, can be read by joining stepintomyocean.
Special thanks to Juli for writing this awesome AU, letting me be a part of it, encouraging me get my teacher kink on, and of course being an amazing beta. Oh, and for writing Ryan and Simon into her story in the first place.
Prologue: September 1981 | 1: September 1984 | 2: October 1984 | 3: November 1984
december 1984
Simon of course attends every evening school function and chaperones every dance. Ryan, being unmarried, is tacitly expected by those teachers who do have families to chaperone as often as possible, and as he's always liked drama and music he generally attends all of those functions as well. It's also a silent protest; he likes sports (or "sport" as Simon likes to call it, which makes Ryan's inner grammarian wince) as much as the next man, but they do get higher teacher attendance than the more artistic extracurriculars. That said, he does find himself at a great many field hockey, softball and girl's basketball games, but that's more about being kind to the crushers. Phil Stacey, though, often attends the girls sports, bringing along his little girl, and other than Mindy Doolittle, he's the teacher Ryan feels the most comfortable around.
At this Christmas Dance Ryan is able, for the most part, to stand in the back of the hall and watch the band. The music is too fast for there to be much monkey business on the floor, and the bleachers have been collapsed back to the wall, so steady patrolling of dark corners is really enough. He's impressed, though not surprised, by AI's performance; both Blake and Gina have quite good stage craft. Bice and Daughtry are students of his as well, as he has both the AP and the remedial classes and leaves the middle to others, but they're old pros at this sort of thing. With Simon's recent revelation he's been scrutinizing Chris Richardson rather closely, and is amazed at how expertly Chris deflects all the attention showered on him, like a mirror or a particularly good confidence man. Only because Ryan already knows what he's looking for does he catch the tiny glances from one boy to the other, the tense connection palpable even at the back of the hall. It startles him, makes him wonder how successful he and Simon would be if they didn't have heteronormativity to hide behind. Or really, Simon's sarcastic irritability and Ryan's asocial bookishness, neither of which mark them as good prospects for their matchmaking coworkers.
Ryan pulls out a chair to watch as the dance committee takes down the decorations and the band load out, and it isn't long before he feels Simon's hands on his shoulders.
"What are you doing?" Ryan whispers.
"Choking you," Simon says, and does so.
Ryan turns around. "All clear?"
"Parking lot's crowded. Apparently Mr. Lewis is having a party, and they are all waiting for him to finish breaking down the equipment. So we'll be rather later tonight."
"Should I come out there?"
"No," Simon says, walking away, "Randy and I have it covered. You stay here and display your little face for the benefit of the dance committee; I'm sure it motivates them in their work."
Ryan scowls and sticks out his tongue, but Simon, of course, just laughs.
Simon drops by his flat on the way from the dance to Ryan's, just to grab the mail and clothes for the weekend and double check the answerphone. There's a letter from New York, but Simon doesn't open it, just tucks it into his jacket and heads over to the house. Ryan is standing in the kitchen, his own letter in his hand. "So you have one," Simon says, and takes out his own, and they open them together. Ridiculous, really; they aren't acceptance letters for university.
"'We would like to see you in person for an interview—'" Ryan reads.
"'—please let us know the dates of your Christmas break—'" Simon adds.
"'—we feel your philosophy and talents are well suited to this program—'"
"'—thank you for passing on the opportunity to Mr. Seacrest—'"
"'—we understand the position of your references and will be discreet—'"
"'—we look forward to seeing you in a few weeks.'" Simon looks up. "Good lord."
Ryan is at a loss for words, clearly, which never happens. He just stares at Simon, open mouthed, then finally swallows and says, "I've never been to New York."
"Reason enough to go," Simon says, and smiles.
Then Ryan does one of those things that remind Simon of how young he is: he flings himself into Simon's arms and kisses him, then whispers, "I adore you."
Simon laughs a little, trying to get back his breath, or at least his equlibrium. "Of course. I'm adorable," he says, and earns a smack on the rear for his comment.
There's about a glass left in the bottle of cabernet sitting on the coffee table. As always after a dance, they have put some slow music on the turntable and are dancing in dim light, huddled and swaying in the way that they won't allow the students to do. One of Ryan's favorites is playing now, a Joe Jackson song he says always reminds him of Simon: you see my friend and me don't have an easy day, and at night we dance, not fight. Ryan cuddles closer, burrowing against Simon like a small animal, and sighs. "I love this," he says.
"Me too."
"Simon?"
"Yeah."
"No matter what happens, I'll go with you."
Simon pulls back, and Ryan lifts up his head, looking him level in the eyes. "Really?"
"Yeah," Ryan replies in that determined way he has.
"That's not just the wine talking? Or the dance?"
Ryan smiles a little. "No."
Simon nods. "Well then. Here's to living someplace where we can actually live together."
From Ryan's sudden grin, it's clear to Simon that he hadn't even thought of that. "Yeah. Yeah, here's to that," Ryan says.
The music swells, and Ryan kisses him, and it's like the end of a particularly cheesy movie, but Simon doesn't care: play us a slow song
5: January 1985
Notes:
Just one: The song they're dancing to, Joe Jackson's "A Slow Song," is on Night and Day, as is "Stepping Out," which Gina listens to as she gets ready for the homecoming dance. The Christmas dance depicted here can be found in chapter 19.
Title: Goodbye, Mr. Seacrest, or, To Simon, with Love: Rymon Missing Scenes from the Fast Times at Idol High 80s AU
Pairing: American Idol: Ryan Seacrest/Simon Cowell
Rating: PG
Summary: Chaperoning a dance is not quite as boring as it might seem, especially when you can go home and have a dance of your own.
Length: 1000 words
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, clearly, as Ryan and Simon would make lousy chaperones.
Notes: Fast Times at Idol High,
lillijulianne's 80s high school AU, can be read by joining stepintomyocean.Special thanks to Juli for writing this awesome AU, letting me be a part of it, encouraging me get my teacher kink on, and of course being an amazing beta. Oh, and for writing Ryan and Simon into her story in the first place.
Prologue: September 1981 | 1: September 1984 | 2: October 1984 | 3: November 1984
december 1984
Simon of course attends every evening school function and chaperones every dance. Ryan, being unmarried, is tacitly expected by those teachers who do have families to chaperone as often as possible, and as he's always liked drama and music he generally attends all of those functions as well. It's also a silent protest; he likes sports (or "sport" as Simon likes to call it, which makes Ryan's inner grammarian wince) as much as the next man, but they do get higher teacher attendance than the more artistic extracurriculars. That said, he does find himself at a great many field hockey, softball and girl's basketball games, but that's more about being kind to the crushers. Phil Stacey, though, often attends the girls sports, bringing along his little girl, and other than Mindy Doolittle, he's the teacher Ryan feels the most comfortable around.
At this Christmas Dance Ryan is able, for the most part, to stand in the back of the hall and watch the band. The music is too fast for there to be much monkey business on the floor, and the bleachers have been collapsed back to the wall, so steady patrolling of dark corners is really enough. He's impressed, though not surprised, by AI's performance; both Blake and Gina have quite good stage craft. Bice and Daughtry are students of his as well, as he has both the AP and the remedial classes and leaves the middle to others, but they're old pros at this sort of thing. With Simon's recent revelation he's been scrutinizing Chris Richardson rather closely, and is amazed at how expertly Chris deflects all the attention showered on him, like a mirror or a particularly good confidence man. Only because Ryan already knows what he's looking for does he catch the tiny glances from one boy to the other, the tense connection palpable even at the back of the hall. It startles him, makes him wonder how successful he and Simon would be if they didn't have heteronormativity to hide behind. Or really, Simon's sarcastic irritability and Ryan's asocial bookishness, neither of which mark them as good prospects for their matchmaking coworkers.
Ryan pulls out a chair to watch as the dance committee takes down the decorations and the band load out, and it isn't long before he feels Simon's hands on his shoulders.
"What are you doing?" Ryan whispers.
"Choking you," Simon says, and does so.
Ryan turns around. "All clear?"
"Parking lot's crowded. Apparently Mr. Lewis is having a party, and they are all waiting for him to finish breaking down the equipment. So we'll be rather later tonight."
"Should I come out there?"
"No," Simon says, walking away, "Randy and I have it covered. You stay here and display your little face for the benefit of the dance committee; I'm sure it motivates them in their work."
Ryan scowls and sticks out his tongue, but Simon, of course, just laughs.
Simon drops by his flat on the way from the dance to Ryan's, just to grab the mail and clothes for the weekend and double check the answerphone. There's a letter from New York, but Simon doesn't open it, just tucks it into his jacket and heads over to the house. Ryan is standing in the kitchen, his own letter in his hand. "So you have one," Simon says, and takes out his own, and they open them together. Ridiculous, really; they aren't acceptance letters for university.
"'We would like to see you in person for an interview—'" Ryan reads.
"'—please let us know the dates of your Christmas break—'" Simon adds.
"'—we feel your philosophy and talents are well suited to this program—'"
"'—thank you for passing on the opportunity to Mr. Seacrest—'"
"'—we understand the position of your references and will be discreet—'"
"'—we look forward to seeing you in a few weeks.'" Simon looks up. "Good lord."
Ryan is at a loss for words, clearly, which never happens. He just stares at Simon, open mouthed, then finally swallows and says, "I've never been to New York."
"Reason enough to go," Simon says, and smiles.
Then Ryan does one of those things that remind Simon of how young he is: he flings himself into Simon's arms and kisses him, then whispers, "I adore you."
Simon laughs a little, trying to get back his breath, or at least his equlibrium. "Of course. I'm adorable," he says, and earns a smack on the rear for his comment.
There's about a glass left in the bottle of cabernet sitting on the coffee table. As always after a dance, they have put some slow music on the turntable and are dancing in dim light, huddled and swaying in the way that they won't allow the students to do. One of Ryan's favorites is playing now, a Joe Jackson song he says always reminds him of Simon: you see my friend and me don't have an easy day, and at night we dance, not fight. Ryan cuddles closer, burrowing against Simon like a small animal, and sighs. "I love this," he says.
"Me too."
"Simon?"
"Yeah."
"No matter what happens, I'll go with you."
Simon pulls back, and Ryan lifts up his head, looking him level in the eyes. "Really?"
"Yeah," Ryan replies in that determined way he has.
"That's not just the wine talking? Or the dance?"
Ryan smiles a little. "No."
Simon nods. "Well then. Here's to living someplace where we can actually live together."
From Ryan's sudden grin, it's clear to Simon that he hadn't even thought of that. "Yeah. Yeah, here's to that," Ryan says.
The music swells, and Ryan kisses him, and it's like the end of a particularly cheesy movie, but Simon doesn't care: play us a slow song
5: January 1985
Notes:
Just one: The song they're dancing to, Joe Jackson's "A Slow Song," is on Night and Day, as is "Stepping Out," which Gina listens to as she gets ready for the homecoming dance. The Christmas dance depicted here can be found in chapter 19.
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Date: 2008-03-20 02:21 pm (UTC)You're doing a great job and I'm really enjoying this! :D
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Date: 2008-03-24 11:47 pm (UTC)Thank you SO much for reading along! I can't tell you what it means to know that you're enjoying it!
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Date: 2008-03-20 06:44 pm (UTC)loved the bits about the school dance, btw. the little details you weave in make it so believable!
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Date: 2008-03-25 12:15 am (UTC)Thank you! Yay!