Thread:Sythirius/@comment-24965690-20140521071930

"Flash Thompson was no genius, but he wasn't fucking stupid. From the moment they quit with the back and forth, will-they-or-won't-they bullshit, Parker and Stacy had been all over each other every second of every day. It was disgusting, but understandable. They'd both lost people, and losing people makes you hold tighter to the ones you've still got. No, a chimpanzee with Alzheimer's could see that they loved each other. The things that made Flash raise an eyebrow were way less innocent.

It wasn't like he disapproved. Gwen was smoking hot, way out of Parker's league, and Flash would be lying if he said he'd never pictured her in a miniskirt and glasses with a ruler in her hand. But letting your girlfriend smack you around sometimes was different from being totally, shamelessly whipped. There was a difference between coming to school with a hickey, and letting your rope-burned wrists hang out as you limp into your chair like you're fresh off the set of  Ass-Pounding Olympics, Volume 3. Nobody needed to know that much about Parker's sex life.

So yeah, the school's two biggest squares were freaks in the bedroom. But even their exhibitionism was easier to watch than the way he looked at her sometimes. It wasn't a sex look--Flash knew his sex looks nauseatingly well at this point. It was the look the freshmen on the team gave him after a good game, or the look a little kid gave the lady dressed as Cinderella. It was vulnerable and private and it made Flash feel weird every time he saw it." Oh my god is the whole fucking epilogue going to be from Flash Thompson's perspective.  