Okay, I have mentioned before that I have a lot of feelings about Nursey and Shitty’s friendship. So… Here’s this. It’s a little snippet from spring of Shitty’s last year at Andover, the only year he overlapped with Nursey. And I know smaller schools – especially boarding schools – everyone generally knows each other, but!!! What if Shitty was the prefect in Nursey’s 9th grade dorm???
(I may have done lots of Andover research, and the first year students are in seperate dorms, but have upperclassmen “prefects” that are good students/role models/friendly and Shitty would be perfect for that considering the faculty wouldn’t know about his swearing/drugs/general despisement of the school and its inhabitants lol)
This ties into things Nursey says in my fic “Need to Know” but you don’t have to read it to get the scene. Mostly I just wanted to write timid baby Nursey and outgoing baby Shitty bonding in the middle of the night by discussing how much they hate their school. Also, Shitty’s desire to grow a moustache. Grade A mentoring, Shitty.
Warning: brief mention of past suicide attempt, mild drug use
“You shouldn’t be up here.”
Nursey startled and turned around. He knew the voice, but it took a moment to place it. Shitty. “You shouldn’t be up here either,” he whispered.
“Touché.” Shitty sat down beside him on the roof of their dorm. Of course, that was not his real name, it was just the nickname the other students used when the faculty was out of earshot. “So, what’re you up here for?”
“Just thinking. It’s hard to sleep when Michael has a cold. He snores so bad.”
Shitty snorted a laugh. “You’ve got a point there. Kid sounds like a fucking freight train. I can hear him from my room, and we’re on separate ends of the floor.”
Nursey chuckled. He liked Shitty. He did not take life too seriously, unlike some of the other students. It was something Nursey both admired, and hoped to emulate. In all his barely fifteen years of life, Nursey had never met anyone quite like him before, and knew he likely never would again. Shitty got straight A’s and was the prefect of Nursey’s dorm, and yet here he was on the roof in the middle of the night lighting a cigarette.
Nursey wrinkled his nose. “I didn’t even know cigarettes could expire. You sure it’s safe to smoke that?”
Shitty grinned at him, his bright green eyes nearly sparkled. “Did you seriously just ask if my cigarette was expired? Sweet holy fuck, that’s adorable.”
