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Scott Clarke is a teacher. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 a physics teacher. Sure, he knows about wormholes and black holes and a lot of other holes, some less physic-ey and more.. Biology. Anyways, Mr. Clarke was familiar with the idea of other worlds. He fantasized about it, even. Just the thought of a world, an alternate universe, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 where things are different.
However, he never thought he'd ever be 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 familiar. He doesn't know what the fuck is going on. Scratch that, nevermind, yes he does. He knows exactly what's going on, he just needs a few thousand moments to wrap his head around the fact that it's really real. He knew it could be, that maybe it actually was considering everything that's been going on for the past few years and especially past few months.
The thing he's most unfamiliar with? These weird feelings that Murray Bauman stirs up. Murray Bauman is a peice of work. A great guy with great theories, as Clarke would say, but still very peculiar. Not a real presumed job aside from shipments every now and then, but he isn't getting paid for that. Right? Clarke doesn't know. He hasn't even kept tabs on Murray, all he knows is the guy was a huge nut case back when all this was picking up again.
Scott sighs quietly as he leans against the truck Murray is currently yelling at. He really hopes the world doesn't end before he can finish reading The Silmarillion.
"What're you sighing at, Snookums?" Murray says from infront of him with that annoying smirk. Scott tries not to sigh again. "I just... Hope the world doesn't end. At least not right now. I'm only on page 369 of The Silmarillion."
"That's interesting and all but I'm more interested in that number. Repeat it for me?"
"369." Scott knows he messed up when that God awful sexy smirk turns into a slow smile. Scott's neutral expression drops into a look of disbelief.
"69?"
"You can't be serious, Murray! The world is ending and the only thing on your mind is sex. A funny number. You are unbelievable." Scott pushes off the truck and wipes his hands down his face in total exasperation. Murray laughs from behind him. "Sex is always on the mind when I'm near you, Snookums."
"What. What. What?" Scott demands, but when he turns around Murray is ready getting in the drivers seat and testing out the car again, peering out the windshield. "The weather is less shit than usual, isn't it?" Murray asks.
Scott is in shock. Is Murray seriously talking about the weather after dropping that bomb? This is kind of insane. How is Scott even supposed to feel about that comment? Is it just Murray being Murray? Doesn't Scott have a wife? What was her name again? Does it even matter? She was never a big fan of physics. Or theories. Or pop culture, or dungeons and dragons, or really anything. She wasn't a theory girl at all! At least Murray has a corkboard with red yarn and outlandish reaches. Why is he even comparing–
"Scott!" Murray shouts. Scott looks at him, startling slightly. "What!?"
"I called your name three times." Murray gets out of the car with a thud on the grass. Scott suddenly registers the smell of gasoline.
"Well, did you say my 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 or did you call me Snookums?" Scott asks dryly.
Murray chuckles. "Which is which?" Scott doesn't think he's rolled his eyes that hard ever. In his life. Except for maybe at Dustin Henderson's idiot friend Mike Wheeler, who only passed his class because he was the former's best friend. One of them, at least.
"Your car smells like gasoline." Scott points out as if it isn't obvious.
"Thank you."
"Wh–"
"Girls! Are you done having a tea party yet? The truck is ready to go!" Murray shouts suddenly, totally interrupting. Very rudely, Scott thinks. Murray is actually very akin to a student that doesn't raise his hand, what with the way he always interrupts and never waits for people to finish talking.
This new– or, half new– band of people are already piling into the car. Scott moves to follow them into the trailer when Murray steps infront of him. "Where are you goin', Smooks? You're my passenger princess." Murray clicks his tongue before patting Scott on the shoulder and walking past.
Scott stands frozen for a moment before walking around to the passenger seat in something like a daze. There's no way he's seriously Murray's passenger princess?
Murray turns in his seat to look at him. "Buckle up, princess."