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The Roof; Tuesday Night.

Chad was convinced he would never get himself on a normal sleeping schedual; working so late and always getting a drink after work probably didn't help too much, but he figured with the whole Lana staying over in their room thing, it was better that he kept odd hours. Less chance of accidently interupting something and feeling all awkward and envious and all that. Such things were bad, because they lead to the emo, and there couldn't be any of that. No sir.

So Chad went up to the roof to enjoy the nice, cool night and practise some of the stuff they'd worked on for the band, do a little bit of thinking, but, eventually, the mood had him singing. Usually, Chad didn't sing, except when he had to for music class. But, he was alone, the mood was right, so he allowed it. When he sang, it had to be a song that matched his low vocal chords. But he sang it in Spanish.

...He'd always stand by the fact that he liked the Buckley version better than the Wainwright.

[[ s'open as roofs tend to be ]]

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Ranma is up for some cool air to d osome of that thinking Teddy told him to do. It had so far lead him to no real answers. When he got up there he saw Chad. Oh irony. You're a bitch. But he then notices that... Chad is singing. He's sorta captivated by this. He's not totally in view, just watching him, peeking out from the door.

Playing something like a melody on a bass wasn't very easy; Chad concentrated heavily on plucking out the slow, almost mournful tune, singing the lines lazily as he trudged ahead with it.

//"I''ve seen your flagg on the marblearch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah"//

It certainly wasn't perfect, but it wasn't too bad, either.

He sticks his head out a bit farther, a voice that deep is hard to hear...

Chad found himself struggling over the chorus again, his slow, thick fingers unable to get the scale. He tried to ressurrect the fumble, but only makes it worse, the tune piddling out into a final strum and a sigh.

"Fuck," he muttered, taking a moment to clench and unclench his fist, wave his hand around a bit to loosen up his fingers.

Ranma tried to interupt, his spell broken. His interjection came out a lot more timid then he meant it to. "Hey... Chad..."

Chad's shoulders rolled back, straightening, at the sound of someone's voice, and he turned his head with a slight, grunting sound to see who it was. "Oh. Hey, Ranma. Que pasa?"

...How long had he been there?

"Sorry... I was listening..." He's a bit afraid to come closer. How can he act so... clam?! He knows he and Teddy discussed that... but he still longs to be so composed.

"Then I'm the one who should apologize," Chad said, a faint grunt a laugh to hide his embarrasment, as if he ever had to go to any lengths to hide an emotion. "Sorry you had to hear that."

"No... I liked it."

"Yeah?" Surprise touched his voice, just slightly. He grinned a little. "Thanks. Did you understand any of it?"

He shook his head. "That's okay. That's not that important. It was still good."

Chad nodded, as another thanks. "That reminds me," he said, plucking random notes on the guitar, "I never got a chance to ask you what you thought of that CD."

Way to make him more blushy then he already was. "It was good. The p-plane ride was pretty boring so I listen to it more than once. ~~Probably aobut... 100 times. If I had to guess.~~"

Chad grunted. Plane rides to the east were not high on his list of fond memories. "That flight's such a bitch, isn't it? At least you had a pretty girl to sit next to the whole time, though."

At least, Chad assumed this Setsuna girl was pretty. He imagined Ranma would have pretty good taste as far as love interests went.

Considering who else he picked...? "She seemed a bit mad... We didn't talk that much."

"Oh."

If Chad's conversation skills were a rat running in a maze, it had just reached a dead end. It reered up on two legs, sniffed its little pink nose in the air for where the cheese might be, and redirected its course.

"Anything in particular really stick out as something you liked?"

"Well... I liked the first one (Bohemian Rhapsody) then... the second one (Stairway to Heaven) the 4th one(Comfortably Numb)... 6 (Wild Horseys), 7(10000 Dollars), 12(Devil to Georgia), 13(Hotel Cali), 17(What I've Got), and 18(Dream On).. That 6th one.. It said Wild Horses a lot. That's what my name means." Yeah. He remembers the numbers. You would too if you listened to it that much.

Chad...certainly didn't remember the numbers, so what Ranma told him wasn't very helpful at all. But the last part amused him.

"You do know that I'm fluent in Japanese, right? I knew that; that's why I had to include it."

"That, and it's a damn good song, besides."

He sighs. "Yeah. I know. Just saying." Way to look stupid Ranma.

"What were some of the other ones? I know one and two had to have been Rhapsody and Stairway; they always have to go first. Can't remember the other ones, though." Chad looked up thoughtfully, trying to remember. He couldn't even recall all the songs he'd put on there; all he could think of right now was mariachi, but he knew he didn't put any of that on there.

Maybe he should have.

"Like, number seven," Lucky Number Seven, he figured, focusing on it, "which one was that one?"

"It goes... like..." He pauses for a second to look around and sings in his OMGCUTEST voice.
"If I had a million dollars
I would buy you a house
And if I had a million dollars
I'd buy you furniture for your house
And if I had a million dollars
Well I'd buy you a Kay car
And if I had a million dollar
I'd-" cue the embarassed blush and studder "b-buy your l-ove..."

Wow. That was just...that was just a little too high on the cute factor for Chad. He chuckled a little.

"Ah, okay, Barenaked Ladies. That is a good one. But you didn't sing the best line."

He started playing something that was as close to the song as he could manage on a bass.

"If I had a million dollars...
I'd buy you a green dress, but not a real green dress, that's cruel."

Ranma manages a smile through all the blushing. "Yeah..."

Chad idly fumbled through more of the song, though with just his guitar. The line struck him as interesting now because, while it was his favourite, thinking of dresses made him think of homecoming, and thinking homecoming made him think of...a bat to the face ~~which will never get old~~. And he worked tomorrow, too. He could just picture it now, Teddy drumming his fingers on the counter at Empire, looking up at him. 'So, I heard you and Ranma were singing on the roof...'

"Shit," Chad's big fingers fumbled on the strings again and he stopped. "Hard to play a melody on this thing..."

"It's better than I can do." He tries to be encouraging, now for the first time tonight, taking few steps away from the door towards Chad.

"It helps that I've been plucking since I was little," he said idly. "The band's performing on Saturday. You'll be there, right?"

"Where..? I can only go if it's later... I have work in the morning and afternoon." Blush blush. He'd rather have just been able to say "sure".

"It's at the bar, so, yeah, it'll be later. Besides, I talked Teddy into teaching you mosh since we can't make it to a concert before then, so I expect him to drag you anyway."

Chad grunted. Oof. Teddy, and his crazy, weird overprotectiveness. He was surprised, in retrospect, that he would have been so up to taking his suggestion about the concert but that was...that was before...before that happened.

Teddy had told him to wait until Ranma was ready to talk about it, but....screw Teddy. Chad could take a bat or two, no problem. He'd suffered worse before. He hated having to think about it, trying to figure out what it meant and what he was supposed to think about the whole thing when he had absolutely nothing to go off of.

"So, Ranma," he started, oh-so-subtly. "About this homecoming thing..."

Ranma looks horrified at this. He tries to use... what was that again? WORDS? Yeah. He TRIES. "I-I... w-w-well... i-i-it's..."

Chad scratched the back of his head. A situation like this had to be handled delicately; it was a shame that Chad was not a delicate person in any way, shape, or form. Really, when it came right down to it, either way, he stood a chance of severely ostricising the one person he'd actually kind of became friends with. He kind of knew a lot of people, could wave and converse with the girls in the band without a hitch, but Ranma was the only person he'd interacted with enough to really feel like he could be considered a friend.

"Was there something to that, or was it just the booze talking? If it was just the booze, hey, it's cool. People say a lot of weird shit when they're drunk. But, if it wasn't...then that's cool, too. I mean, it would definately be kind of..." Again, he scratched his head as he decided which word to use, "different, but different's not always bad. I mean, if you wanted to, I guess I could dig that..."

Chad prepared himself for the blowout he was pretty sure would follow. He knew what all that sounded like. He knew. And he knew how most guys would respond to hearing another guy say something like that. So he braced himself for it.

He really wasn't expecting this response. At all. He's silent for a bit. For some reason... he's really happy. "I'll... go in girl form if you want... I mean... I... don't mind too much..."

It was Chad's turn to be a bit surprised, but he was thoughtful, too, as this suggestion processed through his head. His heart jumped a bit, in fact, at the thought of having that cute redhead in a pretty dress at his arm at homecoming, but...he'd definately gotten the message that Ranma pretty much hated his girl form. So, why would Ranma put himself through that just to go to homecoming with him, if he could probably just as easily go under his male form with someone else? Chad's brain couldn't handle things like this. Because, if Ranma was offering to do this, then that meant that he'd be willing to make a sacrifice like that just to go to homecoming with him. Which would mean that he...

...but if that were the case, then Chad would feel bad about taking a clear preference in female version, as it had been made clear to him that the male was definately the prefered form. Wouldn't agreeing to it just be taking advantage?

Huh. What'ya know? Perhaps all those Teddy threats were useful, because part of one came drifting back to Chad. Ranma was still Ranma, no matter which form. He was still the same person, just with a different aesthetic.

He scratched the back of his head. "You wouldn't have to," Chad said, finally. "But, I'll be honest with you, it would be a hell of a lot less awkward that way."

He nods. Wow did I mention he's seriously blushing. SERIOUS. Chad... actually was okay with this? He's astonished to find that he HIMSELF is okay with it... It's... not so bad as he thought it was going to be. Actually... it's better than he imagined it might go. Okay... this is starting to confuse him. This is going... sort of smoothly. Something bad must be ready to happen. "Yeah... I know I don't have to.. if it make you feel better though... then it's okay... honest."

Chad nodded. "Then we've got ourselves a deal."

Deal, he said, feeling that was the best word choice. A bargain in which each party gains something, but also gives something up. They both gained a date to homecoming. Chad gave up the long line of beautiful girls he would consider asking but who, in reality, would probably never give him the time of day, and Ranma gave up a part of his dignity and pride by going as a girl.

But, really, Chad would still end up going with a beautiful girl. So the trade did seem a little unbalanced.

Maybe he can see it. Ranma, through large amounts of shyness and blushies, smiles quite happily. Maybe the trade isn't so unbalanced as he thinks it is. "Deal.. I'll see you in Science then..." He bows a bit. "Oyasuminasai..."

(("Good night~~sweet prince~~"))

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