Can I Help You? (Ike)

[vladimir]

Vladimir looked up at the faded chalk on his blackboard, on it read, 'Dr. Dominik Novak.' God he hated that name, and he hated everything that came with that name. The cheesy backstory, acting like a goddamn teacher all the time, trying to get information. Writing classes were terrible, the students where terrible, and the fact that every question that anyone was to ask about him was another pre-rehearsed lie. But this was the time he had for refuge, his conference time. He got to stay in his office and do, whatever he wanted. This was the time that students would be able to come into any teachers office and ask for help, and as for this conference time, he had no takers. So he cuddled into the corner of his room with a book written in Czech on his lap. He missed the language, he missed the people, he missed everything about the Czech Republic in that moment.

Flipping through the pages he smiled. He had not remembered the last time that he had not been doing work in Paris. By day he was Professor Novak, the devoted teacher, and shoulder to cry on for any students traumatized by the horrific, and very recent mafia attack that he knew ' nothing about'. And by night he as Dom, the smooth ladies man who tried to woo anyone and everyone that seemed to have anything to do with the mafia. So far he had no luck, just a couple worthless lays that got him no where.

He flipped a few more pages when he heard someone knocking at his door. Rolling his eyes he got out of his chair and slipped the book into his file cabinet. Smoothing his hair down and checking his breath he swung the door open and presented the person behind it was his best, 'I'm Professor Novak and I give a shit about what's going on with your life' smile. Looking down at the unfamiliar face he smiled and introduced himself. "Hello, I'm professor Novak," lie, "would you care to come in? I'd love to help," lie.

[isaac elijah nowak]

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Ugh, writing songs didn’t use to be so hard! Actually, Ike had been having trouble with everything lately. Not only his latest relationship had failed (well ok, he had been the one to end that one), but also his school work was suffering for some unknown reason. He found himself lacking focus on class, he couldn’t find himself finishing assignments, and he even forgot to pay the rent that month! Being kicked out of his place was the least of his problems though, and it was easily solved with a major apology to his landlord and a promise that it’d never happen again. School was what had been bothering Ike lately.

School was life for Ike, not in a creepy nerdy way though. Singing was life for Ike actually. Ever since he learned to play the piano at the tender age of four he knew that he was designed to play music. Why was he failing so bad lately then? Ike didn’t know, but it felt as if there was something lacking in his life. Like a hole that he had no idea how to fill. There wasn’t time to sit down and think about existentialist stuff! Ike had a huge assignment to turn in tomorrow and so far he had two pages written down of the ten he was supposed to turn in.

It was time to beg for help…

Ike was supposed to write a full essay on one song, play or musical moment that had marked his life; something that had left a lasting impression on him. Ike knew just the moment he wanted to write about but he couldn’t bring himself to find the right words. That’s what writing professors were available right!? Ike had heard a few reviews on a few professors. He was initially thinking about going to Professor Palmer but she was away on vacation. The next option had been professor Nobel but most of his free time was consumed with counseling and Ike needed someone that could dedicate him an entire day or so. There were still a lot of professors but one caught Ike’s attention: Professor Novak. It wasn’t only the funny similitude in their names but also the fact that people said good things about him. Ike wasn’t in any of his classes seeing he was in the music floor but well, he had to give it a try.

After standing in front of the door and knocking gently, Ike finally got a response. His usually cheerful smile faded a bit when the professor opened the door. No, it wasn’t because the professor was hot, Ike wasn’t looking for people to sleep with on a constant basis! There was something about the professor that made him feel just a tad bit uneasy, as if he wasn’t exactly as friendly as he appeared to be. It was probably just some random paranoia though, no need to feel weird around someone he just met.

“Umh, I’m Isaac Nowak.” He extended his hand with a renewed smile on his face, trying to hide the weird first impression he got. “Eh… do you have time? I mean, it’s alright if you don’t…” Ike started talking, not sure why he wasn’t speaking with his usual confidence. “I’m having some problems with an assignment and I thought maybe a writing professor could help? It’s about… well… music so I don’t know if you’d want to.” By now ike had to give himself a mental slap and get his act together. It was just a professor! There was nothing wrong with him and it wasn’t as if Ike was requesting something out of the ordinary! No more of that uneasy nonsense… alright maybe just a bit of good hearted curiosity for the professor that made him feel uneasy in the first place. Nothing wrong with that, right?

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[vladimir]

Vladimir smiled again, a real smile this time, and nodded for Issac to come in. Looking around the room at Dominik's things he tried to decide what Professor Novak would do in a situation like this. He had a series of picture of himself and "students" (younger spies from his unit), a picture of him and a dog, a picture of him and a girl kissing his cheek standing with small, plastic, Bolivian flags at some sort of festival. He was obviously a people person. Vlad turned back to the boy and repeated to himself, in his head be nice, be nice, be nice.

Laughing quietly he nodded for the boy to sit down. "Nice last name," I hate your last name, "It's kind of close to mine," he smiled, lie. He examined the boy for a few seconds, man, he was cute, but he couldn't think like that, he wasn't being Vladimir, he was Professor Novak. He sat at his desk across from Isaac, helping him couldn't be too hard and he might as well get some information, if he could. "So," he said clearing his throat slightly, hoping that he could help this boy without hinting off that he indeed did not have a doctorate in writing, and had no desire to, "what do you have to write about?"

Vladimir relaxed into his chair, setting his feet on the desk. He may be a professor, but he was still a young professor, so he decided it was okay for him to be a little informal in a situation like this. Waiting for the boy to reply he kept looking across his room, in a inconspicuous manner, trying to remember his backstory and not be distracted by how attractive the boy was. Slightly to the left of his head was a doctorate of writing from the Universidad Mayor de San Andres. He directed his attention back to the boy and smiled, "it's about music?"

[isaac elijah nowak]

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Ike still felt a little uneasy but accepted the invitation inside and even rubbed the back of his head in a sheepish way at the mention of his last name. “Thanks, it is right? Novak, Nowak…” He pondered aloud for a moment before snapping out of his thoughts. “But my family is from Poland and you’re from Bolivia, right? It’s funny that they’re somewhat alike.” Ike again let his thoughts get a voice of their own. Even if he spoke in perfect Californian accent Ike always remembered he lived in Europe for a good part of his childhood. He still could speak very broken Polish, courtesy of his dearest father and he certainly would never forget all the awesome summers they spent back in his home country. In a way professor Novak reminded him of that ‘central Europe’ ear, but he wasn’t able to say just why.

Ike also took a moment to look around the office. It seemed like the place a writing professor would definitely spend his time at. Happy photographs… Ike took special notice of the one with the lady kissing the professor’s cheek and couldn’t help but crack a smile. It was a sweet image, Ike had a few of those as well, plastered all over his home here at Paris so he could remember the friends he left back at LA. It seemed like a very comfortable place to be, but Ike just couldn’t shake that idea that professor Novak somehow just didn’t fit in the entire ‘happy writing professor’ image.

Sitting on the comfortable seat Ike shifted around a few moments while trying to put down his thoughts in order. “Umh, yeah it’s sort of about music. We’re usually asked to write songs and stuff like that, and songs are easy to write.” He said with an almost unconscious smug tone of voice that ike managed to catch. Offering an apologetic look at the professor he rubbed the back of his head again. “Well, for a musician I guess songs are easy to write but I’m not exactly skilled at writing essays.” He looked down at the black notebook he had been carrying around. It was some sort of musical diary where Ike wrote snippets of songs and ideas or his groceries list when he didn’t have paper to write on. It was basically some sort of book of life where he wrote about anything and everything, including homework and assignments. “I have to write about an important moment in my life…?” He lifted an eyebrow, as if questioning his own essay topic. He didn’t know if people wrote about that on a regular basis. He wrote about it in songs, but it was entirely different to write full paragraphs on how he learned to play the piano, or on how he felt during his first performance in front of an audience. “I thought of writing about the time when we moved from Poland to LA but… all I’ve got so far is…” He opened the notebook and flipped the pages to where his stylish handwriting had scribbled two full pages of what he considered nonsense, and read aloud. “…’the moment my family moved from Poland to the United States was…’ and that’s all!” Ike laughed, closing the notebook again and looking up at the professor, this time not even being able to let his eyes drift away from his face. Why did professors have to be so hot? It was unfair… “So yeah… think you could help?” He asked with a sheepish grin while tilting his head in a slightly apologetic manner. Ike didn’t like to be a burden, especially to good looking professors he should be avoiding to prevent growing silly crushes on them.

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[vladimir]

Vladimir smiled and kindly grabbed the notebook from the boys hand. Although he was no writing professor, he had written his fair share of essays in school, and had become quite good at elongating them. He looked over Isaac's paper and scribbled notes on it, while continuing to speak. He hummed slightly and began his string of pre rehearsed lies... "Oh, yes, the great country of Bolivia," smiling he continued, "I spent most of my life there," I've really only been there a hand full of times.

"Novak and Nowak are actually from the same roots, my father is half Serbian," that's why I 'look' like I'm from Europe. Smiling he continued, "So what else should I know about you?" he nodded toward the notebook. Like, are you in the mafia? Do you know anybody who is? Smiling down at the book he hoped that soon he'd get some information out of this boy.

Nodding once he was done scribbling on the paper he handed it back to Isaac, "I didn't have much to work with, but once you have some more of there ideas flowing I can give you more," smiling widely, "You have an interesting life," but not as interesting as mine, he thought.

Opening a drawer in his desk he dug through Dominik's belongings, finding a paper clip as he listened to Isaac he played with the clip in his hand. He missed the feeling of being on the ground, this paper clip was literally the most dangerous thing he had held in his hand for months, well, beside his hands, that is.

[isaac elijah nowak]

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Ike felt a great deal of relief when the professor took his notebook and started scribbling on it. The relief was short lived though, soon enough he started feeling the very well known anxiety he felt every time someone else read his work. Sure, Ike was confident as they came but he was never over confident and he certainly wasn’t extent from receiving bad reviews as good as favorable ones. In fact, he would be the first to admit to an empty room that at least twice before professors had made him cry with rather cruel comments on his singing or his work. It was all part of the deal though, and he was supposed to get used to it if he wanted to succeed in the world of music. Not everyone could love him and he couldn’t be everyone’s cup of tea as much as he would like to.

Shifting again on the seat he stared a few moments at the professor’s face, as if trying to read his mind through his expressions. His reading attempts were interrupted by a rather unexpected question. “About me?” Ike blinked, as if the question had been handed in a completely different language. Not many professors were exactly interested in students unless they represented a big promise. Ike had been on the receiving end of such attention but not by any professor that didn’t belong to the music department. If anything, writing professors as well as dancing and photography professors saw music students as some sort of bumbling fools. “Eh… well… I’m 21, I was born in Poland but we moved to Los Angeles. I like coffee and playing the guitar sometimes at the same time. Hmmm, I like walks in the beach?” He laughed a little at the cheesy comment. “I don’t like bullies or sour flavors. Oh and I’m gay, but I guess that last bit was too much information.” He laughed again, his nervousness slowly washing away.

The interesting life comment actually made Ike shrug. He never thought of his life as interesting when you looked at it. He had a nice life, loving parents, lived in a wealthy part of the city and even had a dog. There wasn’t really anything interesting about that but when you compared it to other people’s problems he could say he was a very lucky guy and Ike would never be the type to dismiss that. “Thanks” He said with a small yet kind smile as he received the notebook and looked down at the notes. It was like a life saving string of letters that would lead him from a failed note to something that he could salvage.

Ike got his help now and with satisfactory results. Even though he still had to sit and write down the rest of that essay he felt oddly glued to the seat, his eyes posed on the man in front of him and an involuntary smile adoring his face. “How about you professor? What else should I know about you?” Ok, that sounded extremely flirty even though it wasn’t Ike’s intention. Or maybe it was, he didn’t know anymore and professor Nowak was too distracting for him to ponder about it.

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[vladimir]

Vladimir raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to Isaac, "well, you're not trying to help me write a paper about myself." He played with a pen in his hands, smiling widely, "But, I guess I'll tell you.." he said before running the smooth line of lies in his head before speaking again, "I'm 28," 24, "I grew up in Bolivia," I've never lived anywhere else but the Czech Republic, "I like to read," I like action, "I like to stay at home a lot," I have no home, I have a borrowed shelter, "I don't like guns or violence," I love it. "I'm... I actually don't have time to date, but that's too much information." I'm... actually I have no idea, I haven't really had time to date much... maybe , hmm.... He said smiling with a slight wink. Looking at the boy. Nope, I'm gay.

Vladimir smiled and leaned back into his chair, he needed to get out oof this conversation. He was used to getting information not giving it. Most people like to talk about themselves, they never hesitate to talk about themselves, and shockingly enough it was rare for someone to want to listen about him, and pretty soon he'd run out of information about Dominik and he'd have to make up some new stuff, and he was not good at improv.

Vladimir smiled widely up at Isaac, hoping he could distract him with his charm, that usually seemed to work when he got into situations like this, "So, walks on the beach?"

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Ike liked talking to people, he liked learning about them and getting to know them better. It was part of his personality and part of his charm, or so they said. His mother once had complimented him saying he was the perfect combo between a selfless person who managed to not forget about himself. Ike didn’t understand what she meant really, he just liked being himself and being interested in people formed part of the deal.

As such, he listened intently when the professor spoke. He wasn’t the type to fake things like being interested in someone when he actually wasn’t. Professor Novak seemed like an interesting person, or at least it’s the impression Ike got. “I don’t think I would be able to write a paper about you even if I tried.” Ike said rather absentmindedly. It was true though, he didn’t know much about the professor besides the fact that he recently started working; that he was too damn hot for his own good and that Ike had some serious problems trying to focus on what he was saying with the professor’s face distracting him. Oh dear, that made him sound beyond superficial…

“Umh, yeah!” He exclaimed, snapping out of his little dream world for a moment. “Walks in the beach… when I’m thoroughly bored yes.” He chuckled, finding it extremely hard all of a sudden to talk about himself. “Uh, maybe this is why I suck at writing, especially when it’s stuff about me. I don’t like it.” He shrugged, simply unable to drop the smile from his face. “I’d rather write about something more interesting, like…” Ike’s mind was completely scattered, his eyes drifting from Dominik’s face to the floor. “Like I don’t know, you?” He laughed, covering his mouth and feeling all of a sudden like an idiotic bashful teenager. “Honestly, how do students even manage to pay attention to your class when you’re standing in front of them? I’d just be like… eternally distracted.” Again the comment came out a bit too flirtatious but hey, Ike was like that. Plus, he could be a little shameless when he wanted.

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[vladimir]

Vladimir tried to contain his flirtatious personality around students, but sometimes being boring old Dominik Novak got so damn boring, he had to shake it up from time to time. He loosened his tie a little and cleared his throat followed by a small laugh at Isaac's comment about class, "well, granted, that all my student's actually want to write, it's probably a little easier," He smiled widely, and paused before continuing, "plus, I sit in the back of the class." Vladimir used his pointer finger to trace the piece of paper on his desk flirtatiously before remembering that he could not be Vladimir in this situation, he HAD to be Dominik, he needed to return to earth.

He straightened up again and placed his hands in his life. Life was hard when you are always fighting with yourself. If he was Vladimir, he could hop over the desk and kiss Isaac right then and there. But no, he was not Vladimir Vlcek, no today he was Dominik Novak, and that is why he had to say in his seat with complete composure, as if he wasn't the least bit interested in anything with Isaac other than a purely innocent business venture.

He picked up Isaac's paper again, falling back into Dominik mode and scribbled randomly on the paper, he cleared his throat again, "sorry if you can't read my hand writing, it's kind of messy,"ironically enough, this was the first thing that Vladimir had told Isaac that was true.

[isaac elijah nowak]

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“Oh well you see, that’s the advantage of being a music student~” Ike winked almost subconsciously, “maybe those students are busy writing stuff about you and you don’t notice, while I would get to sing songs to you and you would definitely notice.” It was becoming awfully hard to stop flirting with the professor, Ike noticed. He felt weird. Ike wasn’t the type to actively do something to fall on people’s good side. In fact, he had been accused too many times of flirting without even noticing. Actually, it had been exactly what happened with Conan, his past relationship. Ike apparently paid the other student a bit too much attention and before he could notice, Conan fell for him. Ike of course returned some of the feelings but in the end he just hurt the drama student. This was a little bit different. Ike noticed his comments and actions were definitely more than just innocent chatter but he still wasn’t able to stop them or at least buffer them before they came out of his mouth.

“Really?” He blinked curiously at the comment on the handwriting before standing up and walking around the desk to stand next to the professor’s chair and lean down, staring at his notebook and the messy handwriting. “Hey, you’re right. What does it say here?” He pointed a slender finger at one of the written sentences, not even noticing that he was perhaps a lot closer to the professor than it was allowed. Blame it on his mother and her lack of personal space rules. “Seriously, you could’ve been one successful doctor with this handwriting…” Ike trailed off before turning to look at professor Novak and finally realizing he was like two inches away from sitting on his lap. “Sorry!!” He jumped back, suddenly feeling his heart attacking his chest in a way that couldn’t be healthy. “I… should probably head to class or something…” Ike found it amazing that he didn’t stutter while speaking. Professors just shouldn’t be allowed to be so hot. It was hazardous for his studying attempts.

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[vladimir]

Vladimir smiled innocently at the boys comment, it was obvious he was flirting and he was trying hard not to return the favor. As the boy moved closer to him, he could feel the hairs on his boy rise, he tried not to make his reaction obvious, but the boy was kind of hard to resist. He smiled looking intently at the piece of paper. He took a deep breath out before speaking again, "Uhmmm," he said leaning closer to the boys slender finger. "I think it says expand on this point." He said abruptly shutting his mouth after, he couldn't get his mind out of the gutter with this boy in the same room.

He laughed at the doctor comment and pointed over at the degree hanging opposite them in the room, "If I remember correctly, I am." He said before smiling widely and looking up at the boy, there faces almost so close they could touch. He let his face linger there a little too long for it to be appropriate before turning back to the papers and straightening the stack. "We'll," he stuttered, his Czech accently seemingly harder to hide in that moment, he hoped that Ike wouldn't notice.

As the boy hoped away he felt a little sad, but relieved, at least from a distance he was less likely to make Vladimir do something that could get Dominik, conference periods were so much harder with attractive people. Vladimir stood up and hung his head low as he handed the boy the papers, "yeah, the bell is about to ring.." He cleared his throat again, "I hope that helped a little bit."

[isaac elijah nowak]

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Ike could tell his face wasn’t its normal color. Ugh, it felt so awkward and weird to blush! ok, calm down… ike chastised himself as he started gathering the notes and stuff he brought along to this little session. He managed to drop a couple paper sheets with assorted lyrics and music bits here and there along with a pencil which certainly didn’t help with the already very bright red face he was sporting. “Sorry.” He mumbled, not really meaning it as there was nothing he had to be sorry about except his own stupidity. God! It felt like highschool all over again!! Just way worse since he was supposed to be an adult capable of handling this kind of stuff.

“Alright, no more dropping stuff.” He grinned sheepishly and the professor as he finally tucked his stuff under his arm, secure and fall-free. “Thank you very much for all the help. I think I got enough to at least pass the class.” He rubbed the back of his head, his hands eager to find some sort of entertainment to the nervous fit that was invading him. He extended his hand for the professor to shake, the sound of the loud bell ringing breaking his stance for a second and making him flinch at the loud noise. “Geez, one of these days it’s gonna give me a heart attack or something…” he trailed off before reaching forward to take the professor’s hand. “Really, thanks a lot, you helped me like you have no idea~” he said, his cheerful stance returning and the nervousness seemingly forgotten for precious moments. “I’ll let you know how it goes ok? And if I get anything higher than a C I’m definitely inviting you out!” He grinned before dropping the professor’s hand and turning to leave.

Wait… did he just say that?

Oh yes he did…

Stopping in his tracks near the door he turned to look at the professor again, the very embarrassed face he had was evidence enough of the slip he had just committed. “I didn’t mean it like that! Or like… I don’t know what I meant really, but yes, I’ll take you out to celebrate. Unless you don’t want to, but it wouldn’t be like a date… Oh my god, I’ll just shut up now. See you!” he looked away, thoroughly amused with his own embarrassing situation before skipping out of the office and down the hallways, towards his next class.

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