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[SCA] Movie Night
Title: Movie Night
Fandom: DC Comics + High School Musical crossover
Universe: Sharpay's Crossover Adventure
Rating: G
Relationship: Sharpay Evans + Maxine Hunkel (platonic), Maxine Hunkel + Tom Bronson (platonic)
Summary: Maxine's heading over to Tom's place to watch a movie! ... Instead, she ends up spending the evening with Sharpay and gains a new movie partner out of her.
You never pegged Tom as the kind of guy who'd willingly marathon movies with you. Yet when he asked you to come over to watch some, you couldn't help grinning from ear to ear. You never said no to Tommy, given that you were his teammate, but he'd rarely wanted to do the same kind of things you did! Board games were fun, sure, and you learned a lot through boxing lessons with him, but best friends tended to do things that the other wasn't interested in. Court teased you sometimes, 'cause she thought he liked you, but you always denied it. Why would he like you? You weren't his type.
You'd seen the girls he'd dated. You met Chloe once - by complete accident! - and it only took you 2.5 seconds to realize you'd never measure up. You didn't have her body measurements, you sure didn't have her confidence, and you'd never dare to call Tommy "Kitten" the way that she does. For all of their affection, you half-expected Tom to bring her up in conversation sometimes, but he never did. After she headed off, Tom shrugged and mentioned, "Must be Peru." What were they to each other?
Certainly not boyfriend and girlfriend, if she could vanish and he wouldn't care. Were they friends with... oh, you couldn't even bring yourself to say it! Tom wasn't that slimy, was he? He couldn't be! He was your Tinkerbell! Tinkerbells didn't do that!
When the door opened and Sharpay let you in, you graciously smiled at her. "Hey. Is Tommy in?"
For some reason, Sharpay's smile instantly melted into a frown. That's weird - you didn't think your question was offensive. You just didn't come here for anyone else. Not even Peyton, and he practically lived here. "Not at the moment," Sharpay said, gently closing the door behind you. "He's out with one of his friends. Kyle, I think?"
You nodded knowingly. Kyle and Tom rarely hung out together unless it was cape business of some kind, so he clearly hadn't meant to bail on you. It wasn't anything JSA-sanctioned, else you'd be on duty too. (You hoped - last time, Tom and Kyle had dragged Bart down to some event for "family bonding." They took the spirit of the JSA a little TOO seriously, and it meant a lot if you said it.)
"Oh okay." Not wanting to bother Sharpay, you turned for the door. "I'm sorry! I didn't know; he didn't leave any texts---"
"It's okay, actually." Sharpay looked slightly embarrassed as she jerked her thumb towards the kitchen. "You can stay if you want. I didn't have any plans for the afternoon."
Right, she didn't have college classes to attend, and her job was only around in the evening. If she wanted to, she could call in sick and have her understudy do a decent job. Still, you didn't know if it was polite to accept the offer. You didn't talk to Sharpay often. She was Tom's roommate, and that Broadway actress who was living one of your (many) dreams out every single time she walked on stage. Sure, you heard stories from Tom, but they were all strangely age-appropriate. Maybe Uncle Ted had been exaggerating about Tommy's late-night partying.
"You sure? We were just gonna sit around and watch an old movie or two."
Now you felt slightly embarrassed. You weren't even sure if Sharpay would like the film, much less want to sit through it with you just because you asked politely. Reaching for your shoulder purse, you rummaged for the DVD's and pulled them out. They weren't anything special, just old high fantasy films since you remembered Tommy being a huge fan of them.
The corner of Sharpay's lips curled upward as she stared at the movies, before finally heading over to the cabinet and pulling out a recording of Wicked. "On second thought? I think I'll let Tom handle those."
You couldn't help squealing. "Ohmigosh really? I love seeing Wicked! But are you sure? I don't normally see filmed plays with people, 'cause most of them think it's weird but I'm totally obsessed with musicals and I'd go see one every single night if I could, but if it's too much trouble, I could just---"
"Maxine. Are you even listening to yourself?" Sharpay was laughing now as she put the movie in. "I'm on Broadway, remember? I think I can handle listening to musicals better than Tom can."
"He's not very good at it," you admitted shyly. "We tried to watch West Side Story. He fell asleep before the first hour was up."
Sharpay winced. "That bad?"
"That bad. I haven't watched musicals with anyone since."
"Then watch it with me!" The idea seemed strange, even to Sharpay, but she shrugged and let the movie start. "It's not like Courtney's into this either, right?"
You shook your head. As much as you loved Courtney, she tended to prefer more dramatic fare, like those shows about pregnant teenagers and the motherhood that follows or that mother-daughter show with really, really funny dialogue. She would watch the occasional musical or two, but it was never her love. You both recognized that, but it still didn't make the process of finding a kindred spirit any easier. "Not really."
Flopping onto the couch, you pulled the flannel blanket onto your legs and hummed along to the first song. Sharpay paused the recording - it was the best way to talk without overpowering the songs you both knew by heart - before she asked, "You want to be a techie, right?"
"Yeah. It's... one of my many dreams, anyways. I've always loved costuming, and I really think it'd be fun to make all of their costumes."
She tilted her head to the side."So what're some of your other dreams?"
You intently stared down at the blanket, as if it held the answer to your question. Honestly, you didn't know. You wanted to do everything! You loved theater, you loved science, and you wanted some kind of career that could mix up all of your hobbies and make them amazing and exciting. Yet no such career existed (that you knew of). "I'm also studying molecular genetics," you whispered. "Harvard's got really cool labs, and we were able to take apart a strand of DNA and rebuild it."
Sharpay looked at you funny. You weren't quite sure why; you'd always been pretty open about your love for science if people asked about it. "Molecular genetics?"
"It sounds stupid, doesn't it?" You sighed, idly fiddling with your hair.
"Actually, I was going to say the opposite."
What? You really looked at her now. Why would she say that? She was the one living her dream! (A mighty impressive one too; you knew that the chances of making it onto Broadway were slim to none.) You were still trying to identify yours. Frankly, you didn't even know if you were going to pursue a theatrical career after you'd graduated from college. You always hesitated, figuring that you'd think about it later, but you were proud of your degree too. You were a smart kid and you knew it, but sometimes your own doubt overshadowed your potential.
"If I go with that path, I'll spend all day in a lab and look at microscopes." You shrugged. "I don't want to be tied down. I love science, and I love theater, but I don't know which one I like more."
A slow, understanding smile graced Sharpay's lips. "I don't either, but you'll figure it out. I'm sure of it." She rose to her feet. "You want anything to eat or drink? I was gonna make some popcorn."
"Water'd be nice," you said, also leaping to your feet to help her. "Only if it's not too much trouble."
She shook her head. "It's not a big deal."
It was in your books! You smiled gratefully at her. "Still. Thanks."
The rest of Wicked went by in a whirlwind - metaphorically, you remembered not to send off any cyclones in his apartment. You loved this musical with all your heart - you could sing the songs on cue and everything - but something felt different this time. Glinda resembled Sharpay more, Elphaba looked more like you... and strangely, you could see Tommy in Fiyero's eyes. You didn't particularly like the games your brain was playing on you. Sharpay treated you okay, but she wasn't Glinda. She sure had the glitz and the glamor, but she wasn't ever that shallow (was she?) and while you were no saint, you definitely lacked Elphaba's green skin.
Plus, you didn't even think Tommy could be your boyfriend! He was your big brother, the guy who did nice things for you just because he could. You were his best friend - and he was yours. You'd do anything for him in a heartbeat, though you hesitated when you thought about kissing him. He smelled too much like smoke for any kind of kisses.
You do remember that you didn't finish the recording. The back door opened, right in the middle of For Good, and Tom stepped inside. "Hey," he called right as Sharpay paused the recording for the final time.
The second he spotted you, he stared at you like a deer in headlights. Blankly, he started rummaging around in his pocket for his motorbike keys. "Crap. I never did get back to you, did I?"
"Not really," you admitted with a small giggle. "But it's okay, I got to hang out with Sharpay."
Tom shot her a quizzical look. "Oh?"
Sharpay shrugged sheepishly right back at him. "It was actually kind of fun."
"Fun? You two?" Tom stepped back, trying so hard not to look judgmental but as you knew, he was a terrible actor. He couldn't hide anything to save his own life (or maybe you knew him that well). He laughed softly, tossing his keys into the bowl next to the mail. "... If you say so. Sorry I missed our movie night."
"It's okay."
Truth be told, you kind of had fun hanging out with Shar. It wasn't exactly what you'd planned, but you ended up having more fun than you anticipated. So you rose to your feet, grabbed your purse (but left the movies behind) and went over to hug your best friend. Tightly wrapping your arms around him, you smiled. "I'll see you later, Wildcat."
He wrinkled his nose - and in that instant, your nose touched his. Sharpay looked almost sick from the corner of her eyes, and quite frankly... you felt kind of weird too. Siblings definitely didn't do that to each other, did they? (You wouldn't know, you were an only child.)
Just to make sure, you then went over to Sharpay and hugged her. "Thanks for having me," you said, and then whispered, "We've definitely gotta make some more popcorn sometime! Yours were fantastic."
Whatever illness she had passed over in that instant. Recovering immediately, she hugged you back before ushering you out. "It's no problem. We'll do it again sometime."
"Maybe I'll come whenever he's on a mission," you teased. "It's not like I've seen every musical yet."
She smiled widely. "I'd like that."
So maybe you hadn't gotten the chance to hang out with Tommy, but you didn't mind. As far as you were concerned, this movie night hadn't been half-bad. Maybe, just maybe, she could be your new best friend too.
Fandom: DC Comics + High School Musical crossover
Universe: Sharpay's Crossover Adventure
Rating: G
Relationship: Sharpay Evans + Maxine Hunkel (platonic), Maxine Hunkel + Tom Bronson (platonic)
Summary: Maxine's heading over to Tom's place to watch a movie! ... Instead, she ends up spending the evening with Sharpay and gains a new movie partner out of her.
You never pegged Tom as the kind of guy who'd willingly marathon movies with you. Yet when he asked you to come over to watch some, you couldn't help grinning from ear to ear. You never said no to Tommy, given that you were his teammate, but he'd rarely wanted to do the same kind of things you did! Board games were fun, sure, and you learned a lot through boxing lessons with him, but best friends tended to do things that the other wasn't interested in. Court teased you sometimes, 'cause she thought he liked you, but you always denied it. Why would he like you? You weren't his type.
You'd seen the girls he'd dated. You met Chloe once - by complete accident! - and it only took you 2.5 seconds to realize you'd never measure up. You didn't have her body measurements, you sure didn't have her confidence, and you'd never dare to call Tommy "Kitten" the way that she does. For all of their affection, you half-expected Tom to bring her up in conversation sometimes, but he never did. After she headed off, Tom shrugged and mentioned, "Must be Peru." What were they to each other?
Certainly not boyfriend and girlfriend, if she could vanish and he wouldn't care. Were they friends with... oh, you couldn't even bring yourself to say it! Tom wasn't that slimy, was he? He couldn't be! He was your Tinkerbell! Tinkerbells didn't do that!
When the door opened and Sharpay let you in, you graciously smiled at her. "Hey. Is Tommy in?"
For some reason, Sharpay's smile instantly melted into a frown. That's weird - you didn't think your question was offensive. You just didn't come here for anyone else. Not even Peyton, and he practically lived here. "Not at the moment," Sharpay said, gently closing the door behind you. "He's out with one of his friends. Kyle, I think?"
You nodded knowingly. Kyle and Tom rarely hung out together unless it was cape business of some kind, so he clearly hadn't meant to bail on you. It wasn't anything JSA-sanctioned, else you'd be on duty too. (You hoped - last time, Tom and Kyle had dragged Bart down to some event for "family bonding." They took the spirit of the JSA a little TOO seriously, and it meant a lot if you said it.)
"Oh okay." Not wanting to bother Sharpay, you turned for the door. "I'm sorry! I didn't know; he didn't leave any texts---"
"It's okay, actually." Sharpay looked slightly embarrassed as she jerked her thumb towards the kitchen. "You can stay if you want. I didn't have any plans for the afternoon."
Right, she didn't have college classes to attend, and her job was only around in the evening. If she wanted to, she could call in sick and have her understudy do a decent job. Still, you didn't know if it was polite to accept the offer. You didn't talk to Sharpay often. She was Tom's roommate, and that Broadway actress who was living one of your (many) dreams out every single time she walked on stage. Sure, you heard stories from Tom, but they were all strangely age-appropriate. Maybe Uncle Ted had been exaggerating about Tommy's late-night partying.
"You sure? We were just gonna sit around and watch an old movie or two."
Now you felt slightly embarrassed. You weren't even sure if Sharpay would like the film, much less want to sit through it with you just because you asked politely. Reaching for your shoulder purse, you rummaged for the DVD's and pulled them out. They weren't anything special, just old high fantasy films since you remembered Tommy being a huge fan of them.
The corner of Sharpay's lips curled upward as she stared at the movies, before finally heading over to the cabinet and pulling out a recording of Wicked. "On second thought? I think I'll let Tom handle those."
You couldn't help squealing. "Ohmigosh really? I love seeing Wicked! But are you sure? I don't normally see filmed plays with people, 'cause most of them think it's weird but I'm totally obsessed with musicals and I'd go see one every single night if I could, but if it's too much trouble, I could just---"
"Maxine. Are you even listening to yourself?" Sharpay was laughing now as she put the movie in. "I'm on Broadway, remember? I think I can handle listening to musicals better than Tom can."
"He's not very good at it," you admitted shyly. "We tried to watch West Side Story. He fell asleep before the first hour was up."
Sharpay winced. "That bad?"
"That bad. I haven't watched musicals with anyone since."
"Then watch it with me!" The idea seemed strange, even to Sharpay, but she shrugged and let the movie start. "It's not like Courtney's into this either, right?"
You shook your head. As much as you loved Courtney, she tended to prefer more dramatic fare, like those shows about pregnant teenagers and the motherhood that follows or that mother-daughter show with really, really funny dialogue. She would watch the occasional musical or two, but it was never her love. You both recognized that, but it still didn't make the process of finding a kindred spirit any easier. "Not really."
Flopping onto the couch, you pulled the flannel blanket onto your legs and hummed along to the first song. Sharpay paused the recording - it was the best way to talk without overpowering the songs you both knew by heart - before she asked, "You want to be a techie, right?"
"Yeah. It's... one of my many dreams, anyways. I've always loved costuming, and I really think it'd be fun to make all of their costumes."
She tilted her head to the side."So what're some of your other dreams?"
You intently stared down at the blanket, as if it held the answer to your question. Honestly, you didn't know. You wanted to do everything! You loved theater, you loved science, and you wanted some kind of career that could mix up all of your hobbies and make them amazing and exciting. Yet no such career existed (that you knew of). "I'm also studying molecular genetics," you whispered. "Harvard's got really cool labs, and we were able to take apart a strand of DNA and rebuild it."
Sharpay looked at you funny. You weren't quite sure why; you'd always been pretty open about your love for science if people asked about it. "Molecular genetics?"
"It sounds stupid, doesn't it?" You sighed, idly fiddling with your hair.
"Actually, I was going to say the opposite."
What? You really looked at her now. Why would she say that? She was the one living her dream! (A mighty impressive one too; you knew that the chances of making it onto Broadway were slim to none.) You were still trying to identify yours. Frankly, you didn't even know if you were going to pursue a theatrical career after you'd graduated from college. You always hesitated, figuring that you'd think about it later, but you were proud of your degree too. You were a smart kid and you knew it, but sometimes your own doubt overshadowed your potential.
"If I go with that path, I'll spend all day in a lab and look at microscopes." You shrugged. "I don't want to be tied down. I love science, and I love theater, but I don't know which one I like more."
A slow, understanding smile graced Sharpay's lips. "I don't either, but you'll figure it out. I'm sure of it." She rose to her feet. "You want anything to eat or drink? I was gonna make some popcorn."
"Water'd be nice," you said, also leaping to your feet to help her. "Only if it's not too much trouble."
She shook her head. "It's not a big deal."
It was in your books! You smiled gratefully at her. "Still. Thanks."
The rest of Wicked went by in a whirlwind - metaphorically, you remembered not to send off any cyclones in his apartment. You loved this musical with all your heart - you could sing the songs on cue and everything - but something felt different this time. Glinda resembled Sharpay more, Elphaba looked more like you... and strangely, you could see Tommy in Fiyero's eyes. You didn't particularly like the games your brain was playing on you. Sharpay treated you okay, but she wasn't Glinda. She sure had the glitz and the glamor, but she wasn't ever that shallow (was she?) and while you were no saint, you definitely lacked Elphaba's green skin.
Plus, you didn't even think Tommy could be your boyfriend! He was your big brother, the guy who did nice things for you just because he could. You were his best friend - and he was yours. You'd do anything for him in a heartbeat, though you hesitated when you thought about kissing him. He smelled too much like smoke for any kind of kisses.
You do remember that you didn't finish the recording. The back door opened, right in the middle of For Good, and Tom stepped inside. "Hey," he called right as Sharpay paused the recording for the final time.
The second he spotted you, he stared at you like a deer in headlights. Blankly, he started rummaging around in his pocket for his motorbike keys. "Crap. I never did get back to you, did I?"
"Not really," you admitted with a small giggle. "But it's okay, I got to hang out with Sharpay."
Tom shot her a quizzical look. "Oh?"
Sharpay shrugged sheepishly right back at him. "It was actually kind of fun."
"Fun? You two?" Tom stepped back, trying so hard not to look judgmental but as you knew, he was a terrible actor. He couldn't hide anything to save his own life (or maybe you knew him that well). He laughed softly, tossing his keys into the bowl next to the mail. "... If you say so. Sorry I missed our movie night."
"It's okay."
Truth be told, you kind of had fun hanging out with Shar. It wasn't exactly what you'd planned, but you ended up having more fun than you anticipated. So you rose to your feet, grabbed your purse (but left the movies behind) and went over to hug your best friend. Tightly wrapping your arms around him, you smiled. "I'll see you later, Wildcat."
He wrinkled his nose - and in that instant, your nose touched his. Sharpay looked almost sick from the corner of her eyes, and quite frankly... you felt kind of weird too. Siblings definitely didn't do that to each other, did they? (You wouldn't know, you were an only child.)
Just to make sure, you then went over to Sharpay and hugged her. "Thanks for having me," you said, and then whispered, "We've definitely gotta make some more popcorn sometime! Yours were fantastic."
Whatever illness she had passed over in that instant. Recovering immediately, she hugged you back before ushering you out. "It's no problem. We'll do it again sometime."
"Maybe I'll come whenever he's on a mission," you teased. "It's not like I've seen every musical yet."
She smiled widely. "I'd like that."
So maybe you hadn't gotten the chance to hang out with Tommy, but you didn't mind. As far as you were concerned, this movie night hadn't been half-bad. Maybe, just maybe, she could be your new best friend too.
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I. Kind of love that Maxine also compares herself to Chloe. Chloe is the standard to which Tom's girls measure themselves XD And no one knows what they are!
The idea of the Sharpay stories being strangely age-appropriate just really amuses me.
Sixteen and Pregnant and Gilmore Girls?
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Chloe is very much the standard, which would probably bemuse Tom if he ever found out considering his dream girl is more like Sharpay and Maxine's love child.
fjgk;l it was a little bit of both - Tom actually tones down his stories around Maxine, and I know I haven't made that obvious, but he doesn't tell her the whole truth. (She knows he drinks & smokes, but she doesn't know his crazy life beyond that.) So anything above PG-13 NEVER gets told to Maxine, ever.
YEP. Courtney is a typical teenage girl, so I figured she'd be into that kind of stuff - but I didn't want to date this fic too much either.