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Oh hell, it’s been late enough. This story’s been sitting in my drafts a while now.
Hanover. They’re all insane. I mean we always wondered what goes on in Hanover—apparently its occupants are no less deranged than any other house.
I suppose they might as well get it out of the way now… (blink)
It started with this, about the boy Merril likes but apparently doesn’t like her back.
It was getting late, but the Library still held occupants. Justin and Spencer were leading a small pack of seniors who were poring over papers, books and notes, surrounded by coffee cups, looking tired and heavy-lidded. It was crunch time—and they were feeling the toll.
The Library doors banged open, making them jump, and Danny came racing in, looking wildly overexcited and his coat flying.
“Mr. Abbot!” Mrs. Abernathy gasped as Danny ran across the large area, nearly tripping over chairs in his haste, ignoring the Librarian.
“Dan, what the hell?” Justin frowned as the flustered Junior came skidding next to them, coat sleeves flailing.
“Spencer!” he gasped, breathless and wildly elated. “Listen!” And he leaned close to whisper to them, going a mile a minute and as quaking as though he were having a fit. The other seniors leaned a little closer to hear.
But it was Spencer who blanched as though Danny had just told him he’d kicked a puppy. “What?!” he nearly yelled.
“Yeah!” Danny said, barely able to stop himself from bouncing on his toes and hands flailing. “It’s true! I heard from one of the Windsors—it’s totally true—I even asked myself! I mean—”
Spencer wasn’t listening—he threw his books shut—they were flung and narrowly missed toppling over the stack in front of Justin, and he was out of his chair and running across the Library. Danny suppressed a wild scream of anticipation and chased after him, Justin racing after them both. “Spence! Spence, calm down!”
“Boys! For goodnessake!” Mrs. Abernathy exclaimed.
“Sorry!!” Justin yelled in passing. They were going so fast that the other seniors were just getting up to follow, but the Library doors had banged shut way before Justin reached it and Spencer was bolting across Dalton ground as fast as he possibly could.
His footsteps clomped across the walks, making great time in the fastest route from the Library to Hanover House, and he narrowly missed running over a few Windsors and a couple of Stuarts.
He didn’t go inside, he went around the building and skidded to a stop in grassy area below the wall of windows of the students’ rooms of the building. He had himself a small panic attack as he tried to figure out what to do, and then he just simply grabbed a handful of pebbles and started throwing them at the window with the lacy curtains about two floors above him.
Bang! Spencer winced as one particularly big pebble slammed into the glass. But he was beyond the point of caring. “Merril!!” he yelled as he threw, causing lights to go on all over Hanover. “Merril!!”
“Spence, what bloody hell are you doing?!” Justin demanded as he finally arrived with a very breathless Danny, who was trying to catch his breath. “Have you gone mad?!”
“Shut up!” Spencer hissed. He turned back up to the windows just as other students started to peer out, totally perplexed. “Merril!! For heavenssake, open your damn window!!”
“Alright already!” came a muffled tone. The windows did open, and Merril Portman, already dressed in pajamas and long hair pulled up in a messy bun over her head, looked out the window, looking completely bewildered. “Spencer, what is the matter with you? You have any idea what time it is to be yelling like that?”
“Merril!” Spencer gasped, flailing at her. “Merril—what you heard—you don’t understand!!”
“What?” she stared at him in confusion, wondering if the senior workload had finally cracked the devil-may-care Hanover boy.
“It wasn’t what you think!! You didn’t hear everything!” Spencer yelled as more Hanovers started to stare out their windows at their senior’s hysterical tirade.
“Speak English!” Merril snapped, looking confused and embarrassed at all the ruckus Spencer was making for god-knows-what reason.
”Oh god…” Justin sank his hand into his face, torn between wanting to stop Spencer and half incredibly, deeply amused. The secondhand embarrassment, however, made him lean towards the former.
Spencer was still flailing like crazy, white in the face and yelling at the top of his lungs. “That time!! Danny said you heard—when we were in the courtyard—what you heard—”
“What?” Merril was losing patience fast.
“I didn’t mean what I said!!” Spencer finally screamed, throwing his arms open. “What you heard—about me not wanting to go out with you—!”
“Oh god…” Justin wanted to die. He really wanted to kill his friend now as every Hanover in the building stared in amazement at their crazy senior.
Merril was deep scarlet and she pulled a hand to her face, clearly wondering if she was hallucinating. “Oh my g— Spencer! Don’t do this here!!”
“I have to do this here!” Spencer yelled. “There’s no time!! I’m betting you already hate my guts and I don’t blame you, I’m going to freaking graduate in a few months, and you’re going to get moved to Dobry Hall like you always wanted!! I have to do this now!”
Danny was collapsing in hysterical laughter—so forceful that no sound was coming out except for chokes. As Merril stared at Spencer in pure amazement, Spencer tried to catch his breath and resumed his tirade.
“I told those guys—I didn’t want to go out with “that dude Portman”, because—because for the heavenssakes, you’re not a dude!! You’re a freaking girl!! And I told them as much—that you’re a girl, okay, not a dude, and so why would I go out with a dude—when there’s you!!”
Merril’s mouth was hanging open in pure amazement. Every Hanover in the building gaped.
“I’ve liked you since forever!” Spencer screamed. “But hell, I mean I didn’t think you would ever—like me, I mean—why the hell would you want to go out with me, I’m clearly insane! I don’t know what to do with myself—then I’m being sent to freaking West Point, damn it and then what else do I have to offer you?! Your GPA is insane, you never do anything wrong and you’re always in control, and you can cook and you’re beautiful and you—you—You’ve ruined all my expectations in girls forever!! It’s all your fault! None of them come freaking close to you!—and by comparison I’m a raving oblivious lunatic as all this proves—”
“Spencer—!” Merril gasped.
“No! Listen for a second!” Spencer yelled, but was running out of breath. “I’m not good at this, and I know I’m an idiot! I didn’t think you would ever hear what I said then—and I’m sorry okay?! I’m really really sorry! I’m crazy about you, Merril, and damn it, I don’t care if I have to wake all of Dalton with this yelling to make you believe that—but for the love of all that’s good, before we both run out of time—please—!!“
He flailed wildly under Merril’s window. “For heavenssakes—come to prom with me!! Go out with me, Merril Portman!!”
And in unison, all of Hanover exploded into cheers and catcalls as Merril sank her bright scarlet face into her hands, elbows propped onto her window sill, clearly weakened by all this and unable to withstand the implications.
Justin had to laugh and shake his head, absolutely fascinated. Whoever said Hanover boys were boring clearly had never been with them.
Spencer was heaving deep breaths, and he dropped his hands to his sides, staring up at the pretty face up at the window, still buried in slender hands. “Well…?” he panted.
Merril slowly lowered her hands, visibly composing herself. Spencer stared up at her. “…come on, Merril, please.”
“Yeah, come on Merril,” hooted one of the boys from the other windows. “Yeah, Merril!” others soon added, until Hanover was filled with catcalling again.
It died down when Merril finally opened her eyes and just stared down at him, the picture of composure, face serious. Spencer looked up at her, pleading obvious in his eyes. “Merril. I don’t know what I have to do to make it up to you all this time…but I’ll do it. Please.”
Merril stared down at him, and finally, finally, gave him a small smile. “Spencer,” she said in that same calm tone she always used, “…come upstairs.” And with that, she vanished from the window.
Hanover erupted into cheering as Spencer broke into a run, rushing out of the grassy area and heading into Hanover, all but flying over the turf, barreling past Justin and the other seniors and Danny as he went.
Justin just laughed, shaking his head, when he heard Hanover’s doors bang open. “Well. Certainly been an interesting night.”
“Oh man,” Danny sighed deeply, finally able to catch his breath.
“Who told you about Merril thinking Spencer didn’t like her?” Justin asked.
“I got an email that had a video of Merril talking about it.”
Han: (grins at CP) Is that good, then?
CP: (blows on her finger like it was a smoking gun) Yeah, pretty much. :D I did this so the Merril/Spencer pair can be steady in the FF.net canon.