Title: You’re on to me and all over me
Summary: Darcy/Snake, post Spring Break Movie
Note: for takemeback for her birthday
FROM: ‘Darcy’ firstname.lastname@example.org
SUBJECT: if you want
BODY: hey mr. simpson,
i just thought i should talk to you about maybe not being in your class any more since the whole trouble thing. i can retake it next year. if its a problem.
There’s no reason for you to drop my class. Thank you for your concern. I’ll see you in fifth hour.
can we meet in the zen garden–
maybe after school–
would it be a problem–?
SUBJECT: Your Note
BODY: Not sure if that’s a good idea.
Also, do you have a non-school email account?
SUBJECT: RE: Your Note
BODY: this work? maybe we could just talk this way for awhile. i missed talking to you lately. this school thing sucks. i’m really. really. sorry.
BODY: Darcy, you don’t have to say that. I know. Honestly, every time you look at me I can tell how bad you feel. It makes me feel even worse about the whole thing. I’ve been thinking about you a lot.
Ah. Don’t take that the wrong way. I mean, I’ve been wondering, how you’ve been doing. If you’ve been better. I haven’t heard of any more trips to the nurse, but I know that doesn’t mean things aren’t going on.
SUBJECT: RE: Agreed
BODY: you’ve been thinking about me huh well i’ve been thinking about you. i think you’ve lost a little weight recently. ms nelson feeding you at home?
SUBJECT: RE: RE: Agreed
BODY: I don’t think that’s an appropriate thing to ask about, Darcy.
SUBJECT: RE: RE: RE: Agreed
BODY: were emailing on nonschool authorized accounts, snake. i think we might have crossed the appropriate line.
and speaking of. do you feel like getting some chinese? theres a great place just out of town…
BODY: Actually, – and I’m surprising myself by writing this – Chinese sounds really good right now. Want to give me a call and I’ll pick you up? Here’s my cell. Don’t… ah. Never mind. Talk to you soon.
“Um. Hi. Mr… Snake?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Um. I’m going to. Um. I’ll meet you at the corner? And I can give you directions from there?”
“We can work with that.”
“It’s um. You take a left at the light.”
“Oh! Hey! Forgot to mention it, but you can change the music if you want – I don’t want to bore you with this 80s junk.”
“No, it’s fine. I… I like it.”
“No, really. …”
“This can’t happen.”
“I don’t understand why not.”
“We can talk. We can email. We can– go for Chinese! But, you can’t just- kiss me. On the highway.”
“… What about… off the highway?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Maybe you should take me home.”
BODY: I’m sorry it came out like that, but there has to be limits, Darcy. I’m your teacher. I’m… twice your age. I’m Emma’s stepfather. I could be YOUR father. It’s… there are things that just aren’t right for the two of us.
SUBJECT: (No Subject)
BODY: Darcy, this is juvenile. Just write me back. Let me know you’re okay. Surely this wasn’t unexpected! I’m married, Darcy. I could go on for pages – PAGES – listing the reasons why this can’t happen. It’s not because I don’t like you. You’re a fabulous person. I value the time we spend together and I would never give up being your friend. I hope you know that.
BODY: Wondering about your recent absense from class. Hope to hear from you soon.
SUBJECT: (No Subject)
BODY: I overheard some of the cheerleaders saying that you’re sick. So. I guess you’re sick. But I wish you’d let me know that you’re okay. I’ve been worried. Nightmares.
SUBJECT: RE: (No Subject)
BODY: I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in four months. Except for one night. When I told you.
Meet me in the MI classroom after Degrassi’s closed for the night. (and don’t ask how I get in, kay?)
“I know you told me not to ask-”
“I’m not going to explain anyways.”
“…how you got in…”
“At least tell me that you’re okay?”
“But that would be a lie.”
“What can I do?”
“Just- close your eyes.”
He opens his eyes and she’s just there. Eyes up to his, trusting and so open. Something twists and untwists leaving him vulnerable, finally. “Darcy,” he says, but that’s all, because there aren’t any other words, at least no other words that they haven’t already said.
She smiles a little and shakes her head. She’s going to kiss him, and she does. But its no apocalypse. Instead, its like tiny firecrackers going off behind his eyes and in his fingertips where he takes her too-small shoulders and keeps her. The sounds they make are like need and want and more than that.
Darcy licks her lips and his and bends her knees, sitting on a clear spot at his desk. With surer hands than he expected, she touches his chest, undoes the top buttons. He says “Not here,” but she wraps her legs around his waist and whispers “Where else?”