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Title: That's What You Get
Rating: G
Characters: Brian Campbell/Jason Pominville
Word Count: 713.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just wish I did!
Summary: Brian tries to sort through his emotions.
Author's Notes: It's my first fic turned into a series kinda thing, so be gentle! Inspired by Paramore's "That What You Get".
Brian's POV
I sat against my locker and looked around the deserted room. I was finally the last one, and it was a great feeling. Practice was torture. I couldn't concentrate for a whole drill, and I was making stupid plays. Everyone knew I wasn't myself - even Lindy asked if something was up. And yet, I couldn't tell anyone anything. A little suspicious, especially when I said "nothing's wrong". I made up some story about the team party I'm having tonight; that I've never really had to be in charge and it was a little crazy. I knew it would fly for some people, but not for others. But I knew I couldn't really say what was on my mind. I could just see the reactions if the guys found out. Not a pretty sight, especially with playoffs around the corner.
I heard footsteps coming down the tunnel and I quickly pretended to be searching through my bag. The steps became louder as the person reached the locker room. I knew exactly who it was, and he was the last person I wanted to see.
"You didn't forget your keys again, did you? 'Cause then we’re both stuck here." Jason laughed as he walked over to his locker and sat down. I plastered the fakest smile on my face to hide my real emotions, and continued to search through my bag. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jason lean back and sigh.
"You know, we're teammates, roommates and friends. And if something's up, I'm gonna try and find what it is. And you can always tell me if you're mad at someone or..."
I cut him off a little too quickly and felt his eyes upon me. "Really Pommers, it's nothing. Everyone's got an off day, and then with the end of the reason tonight and this party, I'm just a little off. No worries!" I finally looked up from the floor to meet his piercing gaze searching my face. I looked away before standing up, picking up my keys and shoving my bag into my locker. Glancing back at Jason's still doubtful face, I said, "I gotta get some more stuff for tonight, so let's get going."
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Once we were in the car, things were still a little uncomfortable, but not unbearable. I tried to live up to my 'obnoxious' reputation, so I sang along to every song on the radio - loudly, and badly. It definitely helped to dispel of the awkward-ness, since Jason quickly joined me. Our outgoing personalities worked well together, and yet...
I dropped Jason off at his house and drove back to my own. My mood changed once Jason left and I went inside my house. I meant to get a few more things done before the game and party, but pre-game ritual took over. I layed down on my couch, just thinking and letting my mind wander. And I returned to one thing every time I snapped back to reality: him.
We were extremely good, if not best friends and felt like we were some kind of long lost brothers. But within the past week something changed. Everything started to flood into my mind from the almost unnoticeable things like how his accent got stronger as he got more involved in a conversation and the one spot where he said his hair never curled, to how he couldn't tell stories without using his hands. I thought of his constantly flashing smile and his perfect build, along with everything else that made my heart do its own spin-o-rama inside my chest.
I felt like I couldn't live without him, but when he was near me, I froze. Something had to happen, or I'd probably explode - I guessed it wouldn't be a pretty sight. Everyone would be here tonight, and I figured it'd be the best time to talk to him. No matter what happened it seemed like it'd be the way towards a 'happy ending' of sorts for me.
I finally was content with everything going on around me, and I started to slip away into my afternoon stupor. Just before I fully fell asleep, one last thought snuck into my mind.
What I feel for Jason, I guess it could be called love.
Rating: G
Characters: Brian Campbell/Jason Pominville
Word Count: 713.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just wish I did!
Summary: Brian tries to sort through his emotions.
Author's Notes: It's my first fic turned into a series kinda thing, so be gentle! Inspired by Paramore's "That What You Get".
Brian's POV
I sat against my locker and looked around the deserted room. I was finally the last one, and it was a great feeling. Practice was torture. I couldn't concentrate for a whole drill, and I was making stupid plays. Everyone knew I wasn't myself - even Lindy asked if something was up. And yet, I couldn't tell anyone anything. A little suspicious, especially when I said "nothing's wrong". I made up some story about the team party I'm having tonight; that I've never really had to be in charge and it was a little crazy. I knew it would fly for some people, but not for others. But I knew I couldn't really say what was on my mind. I could just see the reactions if the guys found out. Not a pretty sight, especially with playoffs around the corner.
I heard footsteps coming down the tunnel and I quickly pretended to be searching through my bag. The steps became louder as the person reached the locker room. I knew exactly who it was, and he was the last person I wanted to see.
"You didn't forget your keys again, did you? 'Cause then we’re both stuck here." Jason laughed as he walked over to his locker and sat down. I plastered the fakest smile on my face to hide my real emotions, and continued to search through my bag. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jason lean back and sigh.
"You know, we're teammates, roommates and friends. And if something's up, I'm gonna try and find what it is. And you can always tell me if you're mad at someone or..."
I cut him off a little too quickly and felt his eyes upon me. "Really Pommers, it's nothing. Everyone's got an off day, and then with the end of the reason tonight and this party, I'm just a little off. No worries!" I finally looked up from the floor to meet his piercing gaze searching my face. I looked away before standing up, picking up my keys and shoving my bag into my locker. Glancing back at Jason's still doubtful face, I said, "I gotta get some more stuff for tonight, so let's get going."
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Once we were in the car, things were still a little uncomfortable, but not unbearable. I tried to live up to my 'obnoxious' reputation, so I sang along to every song on the radio - loudly, and badly. It definitely helped to dispel of the awkward-ness, since Jason quickly joined me. Our outgoing personalities worked well together, and yet...
I dropped Jason off at his house and drove back to my own. My mood changed once Jason left and I went inside my house. I meant to get a few more things done before the game and party, but pre-game ritual took over. I layed down on my couch, just thinking and letting my mind wander. And I returned to one thing every time I snapped back to reality: him.
We were extremely good, if not best friends and felt like we were some kind of long lost brothers. But within the past week something changed. Everything started to flood into my mind from the almost unnoticeable things like how his accent got stronger as he got more involved in a conversation and the one spot where he said his hair never curled, to how he couldn't tell stories without using his hands. I thought of his constantly flashing smile and his perfect build, along with everything else that made my heart do its own spin-o-rama inside my chest.
I felt like I couldn't live without him, but when he was near me, I froze. Something had to happen, or I'd probably explode - I guessed it wouldn't be a pretty sight. Everyone would be here tonight, and I figured it'd be the best time to talk to him. No matter what happened it seemed like it'd be the way towards a 'happy ending' of sorts for me.
I finally was content with everything going on around me, and I started to slip away into my afternoon stupor. Just before I fully fell asleep, one last thought snuck into my mind.
What I feel for Jason, I guess it could be called love.