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Fill: The Prince and Me (Spencer/Brendon) 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Um, this has nothing to do with the movie (I think, I haven't seen it) just stole the title...

Ryan made a big deal out of it when it first happened. Some prince coming to their school. Spencer wasn't that impressed. Like, maybe if he was the prince, the heir apparent, or something. But this guy's just the fifth kid of the third son of the queen—something like fifteenth in line to the throne. No one in his actual country cares that he's a prince, because the title's basically like a courtesy, and everyone at school was only excited because they're Americans, and it's a novelty. Prince Edward's coming to campus
Spencer, personally, spent more time being curious why the guy would come here out of all his options. He could understand wanting to get away from the craziness that is the British Royal Family and all the duties that come with that. Prince Edward's mother, the Countess of York, is American. Spencer remembers his mother's magazines growing up, occasionally featuring the family on one of their frequent vacations to the States.
So coming to America for college wasn't too strange. But the University of California? It seemed so...uncouth. Shouldn't a prince be going some place like Harvard, or Brown, or Princeton? Really, that's all the thought he gave the matter.
After a few months the clamor died down. No one every actually seemed to have met Prince Edward—for a while Ryan was suspicious of every dude with a British accent, but eventually he dismissed the whole thing as a rumour.

There's this weird kid in Spencer's History of Music class, Brendon. He's good-looking, but dresses like someone else did it for him the rest of his life and he's just trying it out for himself for the first time—these big red framed glasses, skinny ties and vests with t-shirts, lavender hoodies with glittery rainbow jeans, paisley cowboy shirts with cravats—Ryan would probably fall in love at first sight.
Brendon has way more energy then one person ever should, always bouncing his foot and tapping his pen against his notebook, and talking a million miles an hour. And he talks a lot. He's sort of stupid smart, always has his hand in the air with the right answer to the prof's questions.
The thing is, Spencer loves making music and learning about music theory, but this history shit is sort of impossible to keep straight, especially when Professor Glenn tells them on the first test he'll be playing selections from the pieces they've been studying and they have to write the composer and the date and all this other information about it, and Spencer has a minor panic attack, because there's no way he can keep all these different pieces straight.
Everyone knows Brendon's acing the class, so it's a no-brainer to ask for his help. Spencer waits around after class on Thursday, when everyone else is filing out and Brendon's still lingering up near Professor Glenn's class discussing Brahms influence on Elgar.
Spencer calls Brendon's name and falls into step alongside him when he starts down the hall. Brendon smiles side-long at him in a curious sort of way. “Hey,” Spencer says, “I'm Spencer.”
“I know,” Brendon says. “What's up?”
“I'm sort of freaking out about this test,” Spencer says, shoulders slumping. “I, uh. I couldn't help but notice that you seem to know your shit--” Brendon snorts in laughter and Spencer can't explain it, but it makes him feel self-conscious. He rubs the back of his neck and looks away. “I know you probably don't need to study, but if you're going to, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind some company.”
Brendon's got this pensive expression on his face, when Spencer chances a look. “I have a prior engagement this evening,” Brendon says, in that strangely formal tone he has sometimes, “but if you wanted, I have tomorrow afternoon free?”
“Yeah?” Spencer says. “I have German until one.”
“We could meet at the student union at one-thirty,” Brendon suggests. He glances down the front steps, squinting against the late afternoon sun. “I've gotta run.”
There's a shiny black car down at the street, motor running, and when Brendon gets close, the driver gets out, dressed in a suit, and opens the back door. Brendon tosses Spencer a wave before disappearing inside. It's strange, but everything about Brendon is strange.

Brendon's waiting when Spencer gets to the student union, having claimed a table near the window on the second floor. It's quieter than the common areas on the ground and first floors, with just a little traffic of people heading to offices. He's got a laptop with him and his notes with their neat handwriting and helpful highlights.
“I made a copy for you,” Brendon says, passing Spencer a binder. “I went through Professor Glenn's study guide and starred all the things that are probably going to be on the test.”
Spencer flips through the notes in amazement. He thought he did a pretty decent job of keeping up in class, but Brendon could turn these into a goddamn textbook. “I was mostly worried about the listening part.”
“Oh,” Brendon says, opening up his computer. He flashes Spencer a smile that Spencer automatically has to return. “I downloaded the pieces we listened to in class. I thought we could listen to the selections that are most likely to show up on the test.”
“You're kind of awesome,” Spencer says fervently, and Brendon blushes and bites his bottom lip. And Spencer's always noticed that Brendon is hot, but now he's taking time to appreciate all the different parts of the whole, up close.
They share Brendon's earbuds to listen to the selections a few times while looking over the notes, then Brendon starts quizzing Spencer on them. It takes forever, but by the time their stomachs start growling, Spencer feels mostly confident about the listening part of the test.
“Let me take you out to pay you back,” Spencer says, while Brendon's packing up his things.
Brendon looks hesitant and Spencer thinks about how every time he's seen Brendon on campus, he's been alone, and Spencer wonders about that car the other day. Finally Brendon nods and says, “I can—I'll have to make a call--”
“If you've already got plans, it's no big deal,” Spencer says. He really doesn't want Brendon to have other plans.
“No,” Brendon says quickly. “No. Dinner sounds lovely.”
Sounds lovely. It's probably ridiculous, that Spencer finds Brendon's weirdness charming.