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[PART NINE] & Some News
Okay, I'm a little new at this so sorry if I mess this up first go. Because it's been 5 months since the last round even though we haven't been busy. I figured I might as well earn my keep and try to get this place alive again...




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Hi, right now everyone is working on some changes so hold on new things are coming. In an effort to kick this place back into action, we're doing round 9. In a few days, we'll be setting up a fills post that hopefully will work directly for archiving and an overflow post. Also we'll be doing a friending meme at tsn_km_gather so be looking out for that. I know some of the other mods have plans of their own which will be coming soon.

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Eduardo/Mark, Sporty!AU

I really, really, want a high school sports au. doesn't matter what. i just really want this.

FILL: in motion, 1/?

Mark can pinpoint the exact moment when his mother goes insane.

She’s driving Mark home on the second day of school and her fingers are fluttering against the wheel, gently tapping a pattern, just like Mark does when he has to go more than twenty minutes without his laptop.

She’s listening to the radio that Mark has already tuned out in favor of his new Computers & Technology textbook, handed out just that morning. He’s halfway through a section on fiber optics when the car takes a sharp left, and Mark glances up in time catch her blowing through a stop sign.

Really? He just got his permit, how is he expected to learn to drive with such a terrible role model?

Mark goes back to his reading and doesn’t bother looking up again as his mom parks and hurries out of the car, all quick movements and buzzing energy. He’s not sure, but he thinks that she may have found his stash of Red Bull and decided to try some. That shit works, it’s totally worth persuading Dustin to smuggle over it from his house.

He could really use some more, in fact…he’s running low. Mark makes a note to come up with a more efficient system of caffeine delivery in the near future. For now, he settles into the passenger seat and starts on his calculus homework.

Half an hour later, Mark has finished his work and is starting to itch for his computer, lines of code for his as-yet-untitled media player project jamming his head as they whir around without any outlet. He’s contemplating getting out of the car to look for his mom when he spots her in one of the mirrors, pushing a grocery cart filled to the brim with brown paper bags. She looks a lot calmer than before, walking slowly through the parking lot instead of almost-jogging.

They’re at the supermarket, Mark notes with some surprise. Huh.

That’s not really a typical after-school stop. But. Whatever.

He’s already dismissed it when she slips back into the car and informs him that she won’t be picking him up from school tomorrow.

What? Mark thinks.

“What?” he says.

“You’re staying after school tomorrow,” she mutters, avoiding his eyes.


“You’re going to cross country practice tomorrow,” she announces, starting the engine and suddenly turning to look right at Mark, daring him to say no.

It takes him a beat to make the connection, and then he feels ridiculous for not seeing it sooner.

“It’s all the-the-“ he gestures to the food in the back, all leafy greens, no Red Vines or chips in sight. “You’re trying to make me healthy.”

“We all need to look after ourselves a little better. You included, Mark.”

“But I don’t run,” says Mark, and yeah, okay, maybe he sounds a little petulant, but he’s not whining or anything.

“Randi’s friend is on the girls team, and she said it’s not too hard. They start off slow the first few days of school. I’ll let the coach know you’re joining. Just show up to practice tomorrow, okay?”


“Mark.” his mother says, and glares at him, and, well. That’s that.

FILL: in motion, 2/?

So on the third day of school, Mark finds himself standing against the wall of the gym in a pair of new sneakers, feeling stupid and annoyed and ignored.

All around him, skinny boys are talking and laughing and, fuck, even the freshmen have friends already.

It’s a little overwhelming, and he’s contemplating leaving and walking to the library when he hears a loud, “Mark!” and Dustin appears right in front of him.

Dustin’s wearing bright orange shorts that end above his knobby knees. His legs are too pale, and he looks ridiculous.

“You look stupid,” Mark says.

Dustin grins too big.

“How are you even here, Marky?” he asks wonderingly, and Mark ignores the nickname.

“I could be asking the same of you,” Mark says tightly.

Dustin smiles even wider. “Chris made me come,” he says, gesturing over his shoulder at a blonde boy who just appears out of nowhere.

Mark has never seen this Chris guy in his life. He’s blonde, and tan, and he looks like he actually spends time outdoors. Mark has no idea how Dustin met somebody like Chris. He was under the impression that Dustin played video games all day and coded at night and only went outside on slurpee runs.

“Mark,” says Dustin, and Mark blinks in acknowledgement. “Mark. Why. Are. You. Here.”

“My mom,” Mark forces out, because Dustin had looked a little concerned. “I’m being healthy.”

Dustin’s worry melts off his face, and he claps Mark on the shoulder, sympathy in his eyes as he waves Chris over. “We’ve got another newbie,” he calls cheerfully, like he’s been a part of the team for years, like he didn’t just join today. Mark frowns at him.

Chris sort of glides over, holding a clipboard and looking annoyingly comfortable in his too-short shorts.

“Chris Hughes,” he nods at Mark. “I’m a captain this year. You’re new?” he says, tacking the last part on like a question.

It takes everything Mark has not to roll his eyes, because of course he’s new, does he look like a runner?

“Mark,” he responds instead. “I’m a junior.”

“A junior!” exclaims Chris, clearly surprised, but still smiling. Mark forgets for a minute and rolls his eyes, and Chris stops smiling and flushes a little, thrusting his clipboard at Mark. “Just write your name and email address on here.”

Mark takes the sheet and signs his name in a way that he hopes expresses his distain for this stupid sport. Really, Mark hates all sports in general, but this is the only one he’s ever been forced into, and so he believes that this one in particular should be discontinued and have all of its historical documentation burned.

Who runs cross country, honestly?

“Eduardo will take you out today,” Chris supplies absently as he takes back the clipboard. Mark thinks he may be watching Dustin talk to an acne-covered sophomore across the room.

“Who’s Eduardo?” Mark asks, when it becomes clear that Chris is not planning to volunteer any other information.

Chris’ attention is back on Mark again, and he looks a little amused. “Eduardo Saverin?” he says, and Mark still doesn’t know who that is. “Eduardo’s one of the other captains,” Chris says, pointing over towards the bleachers.

Mark doesn’t look over, doesn’t really care what this Eduardo kid looks like.

“He’ll run with you today,” Chris continues. “We split up into groups every day, depending on how long we want to run, and Eduardo usually runs alone, so he’s the best one to show you all the routes.”

Mark nods. Great.

Chris isn’t fazed by his silence. “I’ll be running with Dustin and the freshmen,” he says, and glides back off into the crowd, who now seem to be organizing themselves into groups of some fashion.

Mark goes to find Eduardo.

Re: FILL: in motion, 2/? - (Anonymous), 2011-12-11 10:35 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: in motion, 2/? - xbriyeon, 2011-12-12 01:07 am (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: FILL: in motion, 3/?

At first, he’s a little daunted, and considers asking a few vaguely recognizable seniors to point out the captains, but his pride doesn’t let him, which, it turns out, he should be grateful for.

Because, you see, he spots Eduardo as soon as he reaches the bleachers.

There’s only one runner over there, and he’s using the shiny metal rows to stretch, transitioning from one position to another with practiced ease.

Mark watches like a creep for a few seconds, and has to mentally shake himself before he starts forward again- but, but then-

The runner bends down suddenly, both palms flat on the ground, ass in the air.

Mark can’t even touch his toes, probably can’t even touch his knees.


This guy is a captain, he’s Eduardo, he has to be. It’s obvious- he’s got the longest legs Marks ever even seen, it’s kind of ridiculous, and he just looks, well, he just looks like a captain.

Shit. Of course Mark got stuck with the only attractive guy in the entire gym. Eduardo’s is probably going to take one look at Mark’s beat up sneakers laugh his ass off.


Mark is just about to turn around and beg to run with Chris with Eduardo looks up, and he’s got these huge liquidy brown eyes and he sees Mark and, just. Shit.

Eduardo, opens his mouth, probably to say something like, “Were you checking out me out, you freak?” but Mark isn’t exactly in the mood to hear that right now, he’s already being forced into exercise, so he steps forward before Eduardo can say anything, sticks out his hand, and goes, “Mark Zuckerberg.”

“Eduardo Saverin,” says Eduardo after a beat, eyes still wide, and he smiles a little, which is really nice, and…

“I know,” blurts Mark, and fuck. That. That was not helping his new status as Creepy New Kid.

But Eduardo’s smile grows even wider, and it’s different than how Chris smiled at him earlier, different than how Dustin smiled at him.

Mark feels himself smiling back. He is clearly losing his mind.

There seems to be a lot of that going around this week.

“I’ll um, I’ll take you out,” says Eduardo, and Marks mouth goes a little dry for no apparent reason. “on a run,” Eduardo adds hastily, blushing. “I’ll take you out on a run. We’ll go running. Um, a loop, three miles or something.”

Well, that’s it. Eduardo knows. He’s seen right into Mark’s creepy thoughts at this point. He'ss embarrassed because he’s too nice to tell scrawny, pale Mark to kindly fuck off.

This is not a good idea. Mark should tell Eduardo that this is a misunderstanding, that he’s looking for soccer tryouts.

But instead, his mouth says, “Let’s go,” and Eduardo’s smile almost splits his face in half.

Mark counts that as a small victory.

Re: FILL: in motion, 4/?

They jog out through the side door, and Dustin gives Mark a little wave as they leave. Mark rolls his eyes.

Eduardo sets the pace, running a step or two in front of Mark, longs legs flying out behind him, perfect form, perfect everything.

They go nice and slow through the parking lot and out onto the street, and Mark thinks I can do this when Eduardo glances back over his shoulder and smiles again.

By the time Mark recovers from his surprise enough to smile back, Eduardo- well, Eduardo has started sprinting.

So Mark starts sprinting too.

They turn into a couple back roads that Mark has never seen before and run through quiet neighborhoods with grassy lawns that Mark barely sees because, holy fuck, he’s just trying to breathe, here.

His legs are burning and his lungs feel too tight, but he’s determined not to let Eduardo out of his sight. It may be his first day out, but he’s not going to embarrass himself, not going to start walking, even though his feet feel like they weigh about 300 pounds and he has a cramp in his shoulder, of all places.

About ten minutes in, Mark’s vision goes blurry around the edges and he stops thinking.

Unfortunately, he keeps feeling. Mark feels the sweat dripping down his back, the curls plastered to the back of his neck, the way his stomach feels tight and his throat has gone all scratchy,

It feels like an eternity before they’re back at the school, weaving in between the cars and sprinting across the busy sections, because, dammit, Mark won’t stop until Eduardo does, even if the gym is in sight.

Eduardo only ends up slowing down when they’re practically inside the gym, and he’s barely breathing hard at all, the asshole. Eduardo starts to walk back inside, but Mark, well, he just can’t right now.

Instead, he leans up against the rough brick side of the building and lets out this ungodly, horrid noise, part sigh, part cough, part moan.

Eduardo whips around comically quickly.

“Mark!” he exclaims, eyes doing that thing again where they go all wide. “I thought I lost you over by the baseball fields!”

“No,” is all Mark manages to choke out all low and crackly, and he clears his throat to tell Eduardo that he had been two steps behind the whole time, but instead he says, “Wardo- think I’m gonna puke or die.”

Eduardo’s eyes get even bigger, and he lets out this little surprised laugh. “Wardo?”

No, Mark thinks, but. “Yes,” he says, a little stubbornly.

“Wardo,” says Eduardo again, slowly this time. “Wardooo.” He grins.

“Yes,” says Mark again.

Eduardo opens his mouth, looks like he’s going to say something else, but the gym doors suddenly burst and he’s enveloped by a crowd of field hockey players in bright colors and short skirts.

One of them, a petite Asian girl with long black hair, stops and gives Eduardo a hug.

She’s wearing a tiny white pinny, and Mark can practically see her entire bright red sports bra.

Something in Mark’s core twists, and he slips away through the side door, taking the steps down to the locker room two at a time, even though his muscles are pretty much screaming in protest, at this point.

He’s not upset, really. He shouldn’t be, he has no reason to be. He just thought…well, Mark doesn’t know what he thought.

It takes him two minutes to grab his backpack, phone, and keys from his gym locker.

He power-walks out the back entrance to the bus circle and calls his mom, still sweaty and gross.

When his mom comes, she tells him that he could have showered at school.

He ignores her, ignores the radio, ignores his sister in the back seat, and most certainly does not look for Eduardo as they speed out past the school’s front steps.

Eduardo’s not there anyway.

Re: FILL: in motion, 4/? - (Anonymous), 2011-12-13 05:28 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: in motion, 4/? - xbriyeon, 2011-12-13 08:21 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Re: FILL: in motion, 5/?

When Mark wakes up the next day, every single muscle in his body is sore.

It’s a battle for him to even walk down the hallway at school, and his knees feel like they’re giving out every time he tries to sit down.

Mark skips practice and goes to the library instead.

Over by the computers, he finds Dustin reading a Chemistry book, and they both exchange guilty looking smiles.

They work together until five o’clock, but the next day, Dustin is waiting outside Mark’s last period class, and they both walk silently down to the locker room.

Despite everything in his body telling Mark not to set foot in the gym ever again, Mark changes shorts and sneakers and walks into practice a few minutes later, side by side with Dustin, who appears to be trembling- whether it’s from fear or excitement, Mark isn’t sure. What a ridiculous person, Mark thinks, but he stays beside Dustin as the team stretches together. Eduardo- Wardo- is in the center with Chris and two other scrawny-looking boys, and Mark watches Eduardo like a hawk, suddenly nervous that he’ll be upset with Mark for skipping practice yesterday.

It’s stupid, but Mark almost trembles like Dustin when he catches Eduardo’s eye after stretches end.

“Over here,” Eduardo mouths across the gym, and Marks legs start moving, seemingly of their own volition, carrying across the gym towards Eduardo stands, wearing a frown that definitely doesn’t suit him and a pair of running shorts that definitely do.

He should have pretended he didn’t see Eduardo. He should have gone with Dustin. He should have stayed home, because Eduardo looks seriously unhappy with Mark, and it makes Mark kind of mad at himself, for some reason.

Mark’s traitorous legs refuse to chart an alternate course, and all too soon he’s standing in front of Eduardo, trying his best to look innocent.

“Mark,” says Eduardo softly, sadly. Oh God.

Logically, Mark knows that skipping practice for one day is not the worst thing that he could do. It’s not even the worst thing that he has done, to be honest. So why does Mark so damn guilty? It just doesn’t make any sense.

“Mark,” says Eduardo again, and this time, there’s some steel behind the word. “Mark, why weren’t you at practice yesterday?”

“I-“ Mark hesitates, trying to think of an appropriate response. “Wardo- I. You know, I was going to come but I’ve only been a runner for like, two days, and I was really sore, I thought my legs were going to fall off.”

Oh god, did he just really say that? Mark knows he’s rambling, but the words just keep coming.

“This sport is honestly so stupid, humans obviously aren’t meant to be running long distance, didn’t the original marathon runner die or something? It’s ridiculous, we shouldn’t be-“

Mark physically forces himself to stop, clamps his jaw shut and looks up through his eyelashes at Eduardo, praying that the goddamn captain of long distance running isn’t too offended.

But. Eduardo doesn’t look like he’s contemplating ways to kill Mark. He looks- is he- Eduardo…Wardo is laughing.

Well, okay. Mark waits patiently for Eduardo to stop, but it’s a good minute before he starts trailing off into giggles.

Seriously. Fucking giggles.

“Run with me?” Wardo manages to gasp eventually, and Mark gives a quick nod, because he doesn’t quite trust his mouth around Eduardo.

Re: FILL: in motion, 6/?

So they go running that day. And the next day, and the day after that, but by then it’s just the thing to do. Eduardo leads stretches while Mark pretends to ignore Dustin, and when the team starts breaking into running groups, Mark meets Eduardo by the bleachers and they leave the gym together.

Their routes vary daily, but Mark can tell that Wardo is leading him on longer and longer runs, and, well, Mark feels good about it. He has to practically sprint, but he can mostly keep up with Eduardo, which never ceases to make Mark feel smug.

He likes running with Wardo because Wardo challenges him, but he can’t imagine why Wardo would like running with him. They’re just on different levels. Mark knows for a fact that Wardo goes out and runs another five miles after he drops Mark off at the gym, and Mark knows too that Wardo made the all-state team last year. Mark is also well aware that everybody else on the team thinks that Wardo is too good to run with Mark; the locker room seems to have excellent acoustics, and the other captains are shameless gossips. But Wardo keeps running with him, and sometimes they talk a little, because Wardo doesn’t annoy him, even though Mark keeps feeling like he should be annoyed, especially when Wardo just laughs at any and all of the potentially offensive things that Mark says.

So, by the time Mark has been a runner for two weeks, he knows that Wardo is taking Multivariable Calculus and AP Statistics this year, along with AP Economics, which Mark didn’t even know was a class. He knows that Wardo and Chris have been friends since first grade, and he knows that Wardo is planning to dress up as Harry Potter for Halloween next month. He knows that Wardo has an unironic love for pop music, and that his face lights up when he starts talking about the weather. Mark asks about the slutty-looking field hockey girl in the most casual way possible, and finds out that her name is Christy, and that she and Wardo are friends. Just friends. Mark tries to tell Wardo that she looks like a major whore, in, you know, the most tactful way possible, but Wardo just gets this strange look on his face and Mark lets it go, because the whole conversation makes him feel weird too.

Wardo knows things about Mark, too. Mark has told him about Synapse, the music player that he’s designing, and the Red Bull smuggling ring that he and Dustin have started. Wardo has listened to Mark’s opinions on English class and cotton candy and the morons that go to their high school. He knows about Mark’s fencing classes and how Mark sometimes reads Homer in his spare time, and he can seem to tell when Mark has spent lunch in the computer lab, because on those days, Wardo will hand Mark a granola bar before practice.

They’re friends, Mark thinks, but the kind of friends that never talk outside of school.

He doesn’t even have Wardo’s number. Dustin has Wardo’s number, for godsakes, and for some reason he’s taken to teasing Mark about that particular fact, every day during Computers & Technology.

They’re friends, but they have boundaries, Mark thinks.

Re: FILL: in motion, 6/? - xbriyeon, 2011-12-14 10:33 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: FILL: in motion, 6/? - celestialteap0t, 2011-12-14 11:52 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Re: FILL: in motion, 7a/?

And that is why Mark is so surprised when Wardo stammers out what sounds suspiciously like an invitation to study together. It’s the most ridiculous thing Mark has ever heard, but of course he says yes, because- well, he doesn’t know. At this point, Mark is a little afraid to think about becauses.

They go to Eduardo’s house that day after practice. It’s the biggest house Mark has ever set foot in, and there’s a fucking chandelier in the dining room, but there doesn’t seem to be anyone home and mostly they stay in Wardo’s bedroom.

It’s smaller then Mark expected. There are built-in bookcases and piles of papers everywhere, but no clothes on the floor, like there are in Mark’s room. It’s all very Eduardo, and Mark soon discovers that the best place to pretend to do his homework is sitting in the middle Eduardo’s very comfy bed, while Eduardo sits on the floor with his legs crossed and chews on all of his pencils and pens.

It’s mostly a quiet afternoon, but the silence isn’t weird, just comfortable. Wardo invites Mark over the next day, and then they’re hanging out at Wardo’s house almost every day, and even once or twice on the weekends.

They don’t always do homework. Sometimes they watch movies or play video games, and one memorable afternoon they even try to make brownies. Mark worries about those afternoons, though, because Wardo always comes to practice looking tired the next day, like he stayed up all night working after Mark left.

Mark hangs out at Eduardo’s house almost every day for a week and a half, and he never meets Wardo's mom or dad.

Eduardo meets Mark’s mom, though. Unfortunately.

It’s Tuesday, and they’re running a new route, turning down all sorts of backloads that Mark never even knew existed. But then, all of a sudden they turn out onto Mark’s street, and they’re running past Mark’s house, and Mark, albeit very quietly, says, “That’s my house!”

Of course, Wardo seems to hear all of Mark’s stupid comments, and stops dead in his tracks so quickly that Mark almost crashes into him.

“Really?” he asks, and he’s not even winded, the fucker.

“Yeah,” says Mark, and then both of them stare at Mark’s house until Mark feels like an idiot.

So it’s mostly to avoid feeling stupid that he invites Wardo inside. Eduardo does that polite-protesting thing that he does until Mark drags him inside, and then all Wardo does is look around with huge eyes as Mark tugs him into the kitchen to get water.

But of course Mark’s mom is in there, and of course she seems to think that, like, the fact that Mark has made a friend is the biggest deal in the world. And then somehow Eduardo ends up staying for dinner, and they don’t finish their workout that day, and then they’re hanging out at Mark’s house too, after school.

Everything is perfect for about a week in mid-September. Mark’s mom comes down off her health kick. Dustin smuggles Mark a full case of Red Bull. The code for his media player is almost writing itself. Running is getting easier, and Wardo is a really good mood- Mark thinks that one or two of his essays were used as examples in history, or something like that. He finally gets Wardo’s number, and they start texting when they’re not hanging out. Wardo uses a stupid amount of emoticons, but Mark always replies, even in class, something that Dustin seems to think is monumentally amusing.

And then, suddenly, it’s the 20th, it’s the day of their first meet, and Chris makes the whole team wear their team t-shirts to school.

Mark doesn’t mind, the shirts aren’t ugly or anything, so he wears it. He passes Wardo in the hallway after third period, and Wardo shoots him a huge smile- and, Mark smiles back, because they’re wearing the same shirt.

It’s fourth period when everything goes to shit.

Mark at his locker when it happens- the twins find him. They’re just as big as they were last year, muscled and blonde and arrogant. Mark hates the football players at this school, which is why he pretends not to hear when Cameron calls out, “Hey, Zuckerberg!”

After last year, Mark doesn’t think it would be a good idea to respond.

Re: FILL: in motion, 7b/?

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“Nice shirt, asshole,” he sneers, leaning up against the locker next to Mark while Cameron hovers in the background. Tyler is obviously trying to be intimidating, but Mark really just doesn’t care right now.

“It is, isn’t it?” says Mark, just because he can, slamming his locker shut and turning to go to class.

He gets all of two steps before he feels a hand on his shoulder.

Mark knows what’s coming, because once he was a freshman with no verbal filter, and even though it’s been a while, he knows enough to relax his body before Tyler slams him up against the lockers and punches him in the face.

“That was for Erica,” he whispers before he lets Mark drop hard onto the floor.

There’s blood, and Mark feels a little sick, but he knew this was coming. He’s known it all year, but it wasn’t as bad as he was expecting, and he knows that the Winkleveii will leave him alone after this.

Mark is late to class.

Re: FILL: in motion, 7b/? - xbriyeon, 2011-12-15 06:45 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: FILL: in motion, 8a/?

By the time he gets on the bus to the meet that afternoon, he can feel the bruise spreading across the side of his face.

Dustin makes sad faces at Mark from the front of the bus where he’s sitting with Chris, because he knows what happened last year with Mark and Erica.

Wardo, though. Wardo doesn’t know. Mark has told him a lot of things, but he hasn’t told Wardo about how he and Erica ended, just that they had ended.

Unfortunately, though, this means that when Wardo sits down beside Mark, the first thing out of his mouth is, “Mark! Jesus, Mark, what happened?”

“Winklevoss twins,” Mark mutters, ducking his head so Wardo can’t get a good look at his face.

“Oh my god,” says Eduardo in this weird tone, and Mark- Mark is really confused.

He turns back around to face Wardo, about to say something like “I deserved it” or “It’s my fault”, but he’s stopped by the look on Eduardo’s face, bright eyes and clenched jaw.

Eduardo looks furious, but he reaches out so, so gently, and tilts Mark’s chin up with two light fingers.

Mark keeps still while Wardo brushes the bruise with his other hand for a second, and suddenly there’s something very thick in the air, something that Mark hasn’t ever felt before and doesn’t like at all.

Wardo must feel it too, because he lets out this long breath and draws back from Mark.

“I’m going to kill them,” says Eduardo, low and dangerous, and so, so sure.

Mark feels sick for the second time that day, but it’s worse this time, because now he’s picturing Tyler punching Wardo, Wardo with a black eye, and it would all be Mark’s fault, and that would be so, so much worse than what happened today.

“No,” says Mark, and his voice is rough, cracked. “No, Wardo. Don’t. Wardo, it was my fault.”

Eduardo looks even more angry at that, and Mark is desperate now, because Wardo needs to understand this.

“Please,” whispers Mark, grabbing Wardo’s wrist, trying to make him understand. “Please.”

There’s a beat of silence. Eduardo looks down at Mark’s hand on his wrist, then into Mark’s face, and somehow, he must understand, because his face smooths out, and instead of looking angry, he just looks tired.

“Fine,” he says. “Okay.”

They don’t talk for the rest of the bus ride.

Apparently, cross country meets are co-ed. Mark realizes this when he steps off the bus behind Eduardo and is immediently jostled by this fucking horde of girls who all seem to know Eduardo.

Well, it’s not really a horde.

There’s only three of them, but they’re all skinny and…clean-looking, wearing different colored but equally skimpy uniforms.

They ask Wardo how the team is looking this year, all smiles and laughter, and Wardo lets himself be tugged away without so much as a backward glance.

The traitor.

Mark turns to go find Dustin, but instead runs right into their Coach- Coach Wiggins, maybe, or Coach Williams. Whatever. Mark doesn’t even know the guy, he’s only ever seen him twice, and has never, ever talked to him before.

“Zuckerberg,” grunts Coach Walters.

Mark waits for him to continue.

“You’re running varsity today, Zuckerberg,” rasps Coach Winters, and then gives Mark a firm pat on the arm and walks off in the same direction Eduardo went in.


Mark has lost the rest of the team.

He jogs around to find them, but there are just so many people everywhere, girls and guys from like, five different schools, and there are parents too, which is so strange, they can’t even watch cross country meets unless they want to run three miles, too.

Finally, someone points him in the right direction, and Mark finds everyone stretching, sitting in neat circle and counting together, quieter then they’ve been at any practice that year.

Re: FILL: in motion, 8b/?

“Marky Mark,” whispers Dustin loudly when Mark sits down next to him. “Where have you been, dude, we already walked the course!”

Mark ignores him, because it’s easier and less embarrassing than explaining what had actually happened.

Dustin pouts, but soon enough he gets called to the starting line with all the other novice runners, and then Mark doesn’t have to deal with his Bambi eyes, which are definitely not as effective as Wardo’s.

Which, speaking of.

“You’re running varsity?” asks Eduardo, suddenly materializing at Mark’s side like some kind of lanky Brazilian ninja.

Mark nods, because he hasn’t quite forgiven Eduardo for disappearing with those girls, thank you very much.

“Mark,” breathes Wardo, and Mark is very, very confused, again, because Eduardo has this huge grin across his face, and then suddenly, Wardo is hugging him, warm and tight, and he smells really, really good.

“You’re gonna be great,” Wardo says firmly.

“Okay,” says Mark stupidly, and he lets Wardo steer him towards the starting line with a hand on the small of his back.

The day might not be totally shitty, Mark thinks, and he’s still thinking about Wardo hugging him when the gun goes off and suddenly there’s movement all around him.

So, naturally, Mark moves, too, and then he’s running in his first race, trying to find a steady pace, the way he does on his best runs with Wardo.

There are a lot of people running, but after a few minutes, they start thinning out, falling back.

Mark knew some of them would start out too strong.

He doesn’t know the course, so when they turn into the woods, Mark zeroes in on the runner in front of him and tries to keep pace as best he can, so he doesn’t get completely lost and confused.

The woods section is longer than he thought it would be, and it’s there, below the huge craggy trees, that Mark realizes, with some surprise, that he actually likes running.

Right now, Mark is struggling to keep up with the kid in front of him. His lungs feel like they’re going to burst and his legs are burning, but his mind is clear (or, as clear as it ever will be). Every thought feels like an accomplishment, because his considerable concentration is completely occupied with simple directives, like "watch out for rocks" and "don’t start walking". It’s the strangest thing, but Mark actually doesn’t mind not being able to think. His mom would say that running feels right because Mark has a deep-seated need to move forward, but Mark doesn’t care.

It feels right, and that’s all that matters right now.

When the path makes a sharp turn out of the woods, Mark is fighting the urge to give up and walk. He’s never quite encountered that before; Wardo always slows down just as Mark gets tired. But this is a race, and out of the woods there are people watching, and even though Mark really doesn’t give a shit what they think, it would be really unfortunate to have to walk now, when he can just make out the finish line in the distance.

So Mark pushes until his head throbs with every step, until he feels strangely disconnected, and he crosses the finish line right behind the kid in front of him, and the first person he sees is Wardo, who is beaming at Mark, mouthing a number at Mark and waggling his fingers.

Six fingers, Wardo is holding up six fingers.

Wardo got sixth?

And then Wardo is laughing, and the sound comes rushing back, and Mark hears him say, “You, Mark! You got sixth!”

Mark is breathing too hard to even control his facial expressions, but somehow he jerks his chin at Wardo, and Wardo gets it.

“I won,” says Wardo, smile widening. “I won, but Mark, you got sixth!”

(“I’m not surprised,” says Wardo affectionately on the bus ride back. Mark rolls his eyes and tries to smile. He fails.)

Re: FILL: in motion, 8b/? - innusiq, 2011-12-18 10:13 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: in motion, 8b/? - xbriyeon, 2011-12-18 10:58 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: FILL: in motion, 9a/?

When Mark gets home that night, he’s fucking tired. In less than 12 hours, he’s been beat up, sprinted three miles over questionable terrain, and realized that he may be slightly attracted to Wardo.

Which, you know. It’s not that weird, because Wardo is attractive, okay? Mark is attracted because Wardo is attractive. It’s not that hard; Mark has seen how the girls at his school look at Wardo. People don’t stare at Mark like that, with awe. And if they do, it’s probably because he’s just said something incredibly offensive without realizing it.

Whatever. It’s not that big a deal.

Besides, Mark is almost positive that Eduardo likes girls.

Why would he be friends with Christy and the field hockey clones if he didn’t like girls?

It’s not like they’re smart enough to hold an intelligent conversation.

So it’s probably just because they’re hot. Which means that Wardo likes girls.

And Mark has no problem with that. He really doesn’t. But as much as he doesn’t care about any major paradigm shift that he may or may not have experienced today, Mark is really having some issues falling asleep. Even though, yes, he is tired.

So that’s why Mark is awake to see his phone light up across the room, vibrating noisily beneath a mostly-empty bag of chips.

Mark seriously considers letting the call go to voicemail, but soon enough his curiousity gets the better of him and he stumbles across the dark room to his desk to see who it is.

It’s Wardo.

Mark answers.

“Wardo?” he asks, the name heavy with exhaustion.

“Mark,” says Wardo, voice cracking just a bit, and he sounds so relieved that Mark’s heart rate immediently speeds up.

Something is wrong.

“Yes?” he breathes.

“Mark,” says Wardo again, more steadily this time. “Mark- I’m…Mark, I really need a place to crash tonight.”

“Okay,” says Mark, too quickly. “Sure. Come over, come here.”

Re: FILL: in motion, 9b/?

Wardo laughs, too tight and strained and sad.

“I’m already here, I’m outside your back door. Let me in, yeah?”

“Yeah. Yes,” says Mark, already padding downstairs.

He can see Wardo’s silhouette through the sliding glass door, tall and skinny and dark, but something is wrong.

“Hey,” Wardo whispers when Mark unlocks the door and slides it open, but his voice is still wrong, choked and thick.

“Are you-” Mark hesitates. “Are you okay?”

“I am now,” says Wardo seriously, and he smiles at Mark, small and tentative, so Mark grabs his wrist and drags him upstairs.

Wardo heads straight for Mark’s desk chair, and Mark settles back on his bed, frowning, because, seriously, Wardo should be resting now. Mark suspects that he ran all the way over from his house, and that, plus the day’s race, is simply too much exercise.

“It’s my dad,” says Wardo quietly, gaze fixed on the floor, face lit by the eerie blue glow of a computer monitor. “We just…we had a fight. He never approved of cross country, you know.”

Wardo looks up just then, staring at Mark with wide eyes, like he wants Mark to understand, needs Mark to understand what he’s doing here in the middle of the night, curled up in Mark’s ergonomic desk chair, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Mark wants to tell Wardo that he doesn’t need to explain, that his dad is an asshole, that he’s allowed to crash at Mark’s house anytime he likes, but instead, Mark just stays silent.

He thinks that might be the right thing to do, in this situation.

“He always wanted me to play football. I mean, he wanted me- he wants me to do a lot of things. But he really wanted me to play football.”

Wardo swallows thickly.

“I did, you know. Freshman year, I was a wide receiver. And I was good,” whispers Eduardo, breaking into a watery smile. “That was the year we won states,” he says. “The year before you came, Mark. But, I just. I really hated it, you know? I hated everything about it, and my sophomore year Coach Wayand asked me if I wanted to run with the cross country team, that he thought I could be good, I could be great. So I said yes. But every season it’s a battle,” Wardo trails off, looking back down.

Mark doesn’t understand. He wants to say something, but all he comes out with is, “Wardo, though, you’re good.”

And he means it in every literal and figurative sense of the word.

“Thank you,” says Wardo, seemingly automatically. “It doesn’t really matter to my father, I don’t think. It’s not anything bad, or, you know, but I just couldn’t stay there.”

“Yeah,” says Mark, “yeah.” Then- “You can have the bed, Wardo.”

“What?” Wardo’s head jerks up. “No, Mark, it’s your room, you get the bed, you’re probably really tired, it’s okay, I can sleep on the floor.”

“No,” Mark is serious about this. “We can share.”

It’s clear that Wardo needs the bed more than Mark. Mark could sleep anywhere, could probably sleep through the apocalypse. But Mark knows Wardo, and so he knows that Wardo would never let Mark sleep on the floor in his own bedroom. So, of course, there’s only one option. Wardo is tired, Wardo is upset, and Wardo needs a bed. Mark’s tiny possible-crush isn’t gonna get in the way right now. Mark won’t let it. He won’t let himself freak out over sharing a bed, because Wardo is hurt, Wardo is raw, and Wardo’s needs come before Mark’s, right now.

Mark lies down, and Wardo gets in bed too, and for a moment, everything is painfully awkward. But then, it seems, the both remember that they’re friends, best friends now, and Wardo relaxes into the mattress, curling into the covers, but not before he reaches out to touch Mark’s shoulder, feather light.

“Thanks,” Wardo whispers in the dark, and Mark lets himself smile.

Re: FILL: in motion, 9b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-12-19 11:01 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: FILL: in motion, 10b/?

Mark looks up.

(It’s not Wardo, it was never going to be Wardo.)

The guy across from him immediately breaks into a smile.

(Not as nice as Wardo’s smile.)

“Hey,” says the mystery person. “Are you Mark Zuckerberg?”

“Yes,” deadpans Mark, but Mystery Guy doesn’t bat an eye.

“I thought so,” he says. “Great job that last race.”

Mark blinks. “Who are you?”

“Sorry,” says Mystery Guy, grin growing even wider. “I’m Sean Parker.”

Mark finishes off his Mountain Dew as he stores this new information.

“I just moved here from California,” says Sean. “I used to run cross country there, too. Never seen talent like yours, though.”

Mark tilts his head to indicate that he’s listening. Sean looks encouraged.

“You’re a natural,” he continues, leaning forward. “But your technique could use a little work.”

“My technique?” asks Mark, lips curling.

Sean nods seriously. “I swear it works, it improved my split, like, fifty seconds. Just like that.”

“Just like that,” Mark repeats, skeptically.

“Yup,” says Sean, leaning back. “Could’ve been great, but my asthma keeps me from training too much. You, though, you could use it, I think.”

Sean stands up, twirling car keys around his finger. Mark blinks at him again.

“We should run together sometime,” Sean says.

Mark opens his mouth to say no, to say, “I already have a partner, thanks”, when he spots Eduardo across the room, locked in conversation with someone Mark’s never seen before, leaning in close and laughing.

“Yeah,” says Mark. “Yeah, I’ll meet you at the track tomorrow.”

“Excellent,” beams Sean, backing away. “See you tomorrow!”

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Re: FILL: in motion, 11/?

The next day, Mark stretches on his own and walks down to the track slowly, taking the long way around the back of the gym. When he arrives, Sean is already there, leaning against the fence with a casual grace that Mark will probably never be able to attain.

When he spots Mark, Sean spreads his arms wide and grins, yelling, “Hey, kid! I thought you weren’t gonna show!”

Mark mumbles something in reply, wishing that his running shorts had pockets so that he’d have something to do with his hands. Sean is, yet again, unaffected by Mark’s lack of enthusiasm, and tugs Mark out to the track, chattering on about anything and everything. They spend almost forty-five minutes warming up (“The most important part,” says Sean over Mark’s protests) but as soon as Mark is getting ready to walk out, the back of his neck prickles uncomfortably.

Eduardo is watching from the top row of the bleachers, and Mark can feel his disapproval from a mile away. It’s in the way he stands, solid and sure, with his arms crossed tightly and his head slightly ducked. Mark, admittedly, isn’t the best at reading people, but even he can sense the cold anger radiating from Eduardo, the iciness breaks over him in waves.

Mark hardens under the gaze, because….because they’re not friends anymore. He and Eduardo haven’t spoken in weeks. They’re not friends anymore, and Eduardo has no say in who Mark runs with. If Mark wants to work with Sean, he will, and Eduardo can’t stop him, Eduardo doesn’t have the right.

It’s not like Eduardo cares, Mark thinks sulkily. If Eduardo really cared, he would have made an effort to revive the friendship.

Mark probably means nothing to him.

Eduardo’s still watching, and it takes everything Mark has to tear his gaze from the bleachers and turn back to Sean. He swallows down an excuse about leaving and focuses on the new way to run Sean has finally started expounding on. The next time he glances back at the bleachers, Wardo is gone.

The new technique Sean is presenting isn’t anything drastic. It just involves twisting your feet out a little more. While it feels strange at first, Mark gets the hang of it quickly, and Sean happily informs him that he’s already gotten faster.

Mark verifies this by stealing Sean’s stopwatch and clipboard.

His times have indeed improved.

He agrees to run with Sean for the next few days.


When Mark gets home that night, he skips dinner in favor of coding, ignoring both his homework and a flurry of texts from Dustin as he starts the final stretch of work on his media player. He’s decided to call it Synapse.

About an hour in, though, Mark surfaces to a dull ache in his knees. He brushes it off as a symptom of overwork and is back to coding in ten minutes, now balancing two icepacks on his legs.


On Friday, the fourth (and last) day that Mark is planning on spending with Sean at the track, Eduardo meanders his way over from where he’s been working with the freshman. Mark purposefully doesn’t look at him until Wardo is practically hanging over the chain-link fence, almost yelling Mark’s name. Then, and only then, does Mark make his way over to the side of the track.

“Mark,” Eduardo hisses, not even bothering with a greeting. “Mark, you’re going to ruin your legs if you keep running like that. It’s completely wrong technique, I can’t believe you’d even try-“ his eyes flick over to where Sean is sipping water and watching them with interest. “It’s wrong,” he finishes lamely. “It’s not good technique and you’re going to hurt yourself.”

Mark considers this, rocking back on his heels.

“You should be running the way Coach taught you,” tries Eduardo. “Even my dad says that’s good technique.”

Mark suddenly understands.

“Your father,” he manages to choke out. “You don’t- you can’t- you never take chances, Wardo. I’m a lot faster now, this works, you just don’t get it. You’re too afraid to take chances, or- whatever, conservative. I’m running like this. It’s new and it works, any idiot can see that.”

Eduardo takes two steps back from the fence.

Mark walks away, back to Sean, back to the track. He doesn’t notice the way Wardo’s eyes grow bigger, the way tears threaten to spill out.

The next meet, Mark comes in second. The meet after that, too.

He’s always behind Wardo, though.

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