I wrote this as the opening for a Kurtbastian fanfic I'm not sure I'll continue, so here, have this little origin oneshot thingy:
Sebastian Smythe had a friend.
Once.
When he was 12 years old and the kid in his Science class that didn’t speak a word of English was assigned as his lab partner. They couldn’t actually talk, so they just worked around each other for the first few lessons in comfortable silence. That is, until Sebastian realised this boy, Teke, had never written a single word in his book. None of the work he was doing was being written about, even though they were supposed to have their hypothesis’ and methods explained for every experiment. It made him feel a bit bad for Teke.
The next lesson, Sebastian took Teke’s book and wrote down everything he did. In gradable English. He struggled to write for both himself and Teke while also completing the experiments they were supposed to be doing, so eventually, Teke started doing those for him.
Sebastian would write. Teke would experiment. They would smile at each other in welcome whenever they saw the other. They stopped eating lunch alone in toilet cubicles and started eating lunch together in one toilet cubicle. They drew little pictures for one another in the margins of their books. Sebastian taught him some English idioms and cuss words that Teke wouldn’t be taught in his actual English lessons.
That’s what friends do for each other, right?
They were friends, Sebastian was sure of it, and he liked having a friend. He hadn’t had one before. People never liked him all that much, he was too blunt and gay. Teke didn’t care, or couldn’t tell, that he was either of those things. They cared about each other.
They kept caring about each other until they moved up to High School. That’s when things started to change a little for both of them.
Teke knew English better now, but had a thick accent that people just seemed to find funny, even though Sebastian thought it was cool.
Sebastian got a better haircut and nicer clothes and started playing lacrosse. He was attractive, he found out, and enjoyed the attention that came with that revelation.
They kept talking, they found each other in class and at lunch, but the more admirers Sebastian gained, the more he realised Teke wasn’t someone they liked as much as he did. They made fun of his accent and his skin and his hair and his clothes. They called him poor and gross. Eventually, Sebastian started calling him the same things, and they laughed when he did.
He was handsome, he was liked, and now he was funny too. He liked being those things, and stopped liking being Teke’s friend as much.
As much as he tried to deny it, it was Teke that left their friendship first. He scoffed at Sebastian’s new attitude and avoided him and his gaggle of henchmen. Sebastian did nothing to stop the slow deterioration of their connection. He let it go.
Sebastian moved to France the next year when his dad got a job offer. He lost his virginity and started sleeping around. It took him no time at all to be liked and wanted by almost everyone in his school and beyond it. He relished the feeling of being desired.
He missed the feeling of being known.
Even though he didn’t deserve to be.
