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Title: First Times part 4/?
Author: stormy_mayday
Pairing: Angus/Malcolm
Rating: PG-13 this chapter
Warnings: incest, angst
Disclaimer: I own nothing, most unfortunately, just the ideas. -inward crying-
A/N: I've been a really bad girl and haven't updated savage_c 's story in about two months now. >______> I promise to be good and update this as regularly as possible until the end (which should only be about two or three parts from now). PS - it's filled with angst. PSS - savage_c , thank you for not killing me and being so patient. ♥
O'Linda was a pretty young thing with long dark hair that fell in liquid locks around her shoulders. She had a campy smile that reminded Angus an awful lot of 50's housewife commercials. She'd apparently gone to school with them (years ago when they actually were in school), and had been a roadie for some time but hadn't got the guts to speak up until now.
And Angus wished she'd just stayed quiet and shy and in the background because seeing her come across the bar, he felt the ball in his stomach drop. It shattered when she poked Malcolm on the shoulder. The light in his brother's dark eyes was immediate when he faced her.
“Hi.” She'd said.
“... well, hey there.” Malcolm's back turned to him and Angus had paused, mid-sentence with a scowl hoping the bird would busy herself in the other direction. Instead, she'd sat down, smiled and Malcolm bought her a drink.
Angus didn't get a word in for the rest of the night.
-
Angus had tried to convince himself in the weeks after that his brother's slowly draining attention was just exhaustion and stress from the tour and certainly not turning itself on O'Linda.
-
“Hey Mal, I just finished some lyrics and I think we should put some chords to 'em. You up fer it?”
“Nah, not right now. Maybe later, O'Linda's showin' me 'round the city. She's got cousins out here.”
~*~*~
“God, me head's fuckin' aching. You haven't got aspirin, do ya?”
“Nah. Just ran out yesterday, gave the last to 'Linda, she had a bad migraine.”
~*~*~
“The pictures' are showin' The Godfather this weekend. Can we go?”
“I kinda already promised O'Linda I'd take her to see one. Apparently she's never been to a theater before, can you believe that?”
~*~*~
“Oi, Mal, George says we need to meet down for a sound check in twenty.”
“Oh good. I'm takin' 'Linda with me, she wants to see the set-up.”
~*~*~
“...wanna grab a cup of coffee?”
“Already grabbed one with O'Linda this morning, sorry Ang.”
-
Broken hearts were for weak, stupid girls, not for millions-of-dollars-in-the-making rockstars. Broken hearts were for silly relationships that weren't supposed to last, not for those that were supposed to last forever. Broken hearts were a shattered, painful weight in your chest, not in the hearts of those who were in love.
Angus didn't have a broken heart. He was a rockstar, they were going to last, and he was in love.
So, then why did it hurt so much?
-
Malcolm stopped coming after the tour.
-
Hey, this Malcolm. I'm either too busy doin' shit to pick up the phone or I'm asleep. Or drunk. Any of the three will do. So just, uh, leave your name and your number after the beep, and I'll call you back as soon as I can, thanks.
*beep*
Ummm, hey Mal, it's Ang. Listen, I... I haven't seen you in a while and I was wonderin' if we could get together soon? The tour ended about two or so months ago and I'm just kinda used to havin' y'round and all, so... yeah. Uh, call me?
~*~*~
Hey, this Malcolm. I'm either too busy doin' shit to pick up the phone or I'm asleep. Or drunk. Any of the three will do. So just, uh, leave your name and your number after the beep, and I'll call you back as soon as I can, thanks.
*beep*
So, yeah, maybe you didn't get my last message? I'd still like to get together soon. Phil was actually thinkin' about getting' the boys together soon and we'd like to see you. I... I'd like to see ya... Call me back.
~*~*~
Hey, this Malcolm. I'm either too busy doin' shit to pick up the phone or I'm asleep. Or drunk. Any of the three will do. So just, uh, leave your name and your number after the beep, and I'll call you back as soon as I can, thanks.
*beep*
… did I do something wrong? I mean, you called Phil and told him you were coming to the party, but you can't call me? We haven't spoken in the past four months since the tour. What're you so busy doing? How much do you sleep? Or how much beer are you drinking, because this is just ridiculous. Look, if there's something wrong, you know you can talk to me about it. We used to talk about everything and suddenly you're not talking at all? I don't get what the fuck is going on and I'd like you to call me back, thanks.
~*~*~
Hey, this Malcolm. I'm either too busy doin' shit to pick up the phone or I'm asleep. Or drunk. Any of the three will do. So just, uh, leave your name and your number after the beep, and I'll call you back as soon as I can, thanks.
*beep*
I love you. Please call me back.
~*~*~
Hey, this Malcolm. I'm either too busy doin' shit to pick up the phone or I'm asleep. Or drunk. Any of the three will do. So just, uh, leave your name and your number after the beep, and I'll call you back as soon as I can, thanks.
*beep*
… *click*
-
When Malcolm finally did get back to him, it certainly wasn't the apology-woven conversation he'd been hoping for. In fact, it was exactly the opposite. It was just about everything he'd been dreading.
“Sorry Ang, I've been hanging out with O'Linda a lot lately and you always seem to call when I'm out.”
“So, why haven't you called back?”
“I dunno, I got busy doing other stuff. I mean, it's not like we're together or shit anymore.”
“... we're not?” Angus had stated dumbly into the phone. There was a long pause.
“I thought you kinda figured that already. You didn't catch any hints when we just stopped hangin' out and havin' sex and shit?”
“... no?”
“Oh, well... yeah, it's... it's over Ang. It's kinda been that way for a while.” Malcolm sighed awkwardly into the phone. Angus' mouth was dry. “You didn't expect this to go on forever, did you?”
“But-”
“I mean, it's not like we weren't going to move on someday.”
“But Mal, I-”
“I'm sorry I didn't come out and tell you formally, I just kinda thought you knew already.”
“You thought that just because we stopped screwing each other that I took that as a hint as to you're no longer my lover?” Angus threw his hands up in the air, even though Mal couldn't see it, “I didn't think sex was the only thing that mattered to you!” He sniped into the phone.
“It wasn't, Ang,” Malcolm said quietly, “I swear it wasn't, but I... I just... O'Linda and I-”
“But I love you.” Angus' voice cracked around the words and he heard a sharp intake of breath across the line. There was another thick, uncomfortable silence.
“I love you too Ang, but... but I'm not... in love with ya, anymore, y'know?”
“... no, I don't.”
“Oh...” Malcolm cleared his throat and Angus felt his chest hitch uncomfortably. It felt painfully tight and he swallowed the sudden raised lump in the back of his mouth. Why was the room getting so blurry? Why were his cheeks wet?
“Hey listen Angus, I gotta go. I promised O'Linda I'd take her out to see her sister's new baby,” Malcolm said hurriedly and Angus knew he was lying, maybe not about the baby, but at least about needing to go in a hurry, “We'll catch up soon, okay?” Angus didn't get a chance to speak before the line went to a dull hum and left him in silence. Angus stood there for a long time before he hung up himself after listening to the operator tell him to please hang up and dial again about fifty times.
He cried when he managed to sit down at the kitchen table. He'd been an idiot to think this would have ever worked. And Malcolm had even been the one to start it, to want it! And he'd trusted him! Placing his forehead against the table, Angus marveled at how cool it was before he just buried his face away deeper and attempted not to break down further...
Malcolm had broken his heart.
Author: stormy_mayday
Pairing: Angus/Malcolm
Rating: PG-13 this chapter
Warnings: incest, angst
Disclaimer: I own nothing, most unfortunately, just the ideas. -inward crying-
A/N: I've been a really bad girl and haven't updated savage_c 's story in about two months now. >______> I promise to be good and update this as regularly as possible until the end (which should only be about two or three parts from now). PS - it's filled with angst. PSS - savage_c , thank you for not killing me and being so patient. ♥
O'Linda was a pretty young thing with long dark hair that fell in liquid locks around her shoulders. She had a campy smile that reminded Angus an awful lot of 50's housewife commercials. She'd apparently gone to school with them (years ago when they actually were in school), and had been a roadie for some time but hadn't got the guts to speak up until now.
And Angus wished she'd just stayed quiet and shy and in the background because seeing her come across the bar, he felt the ball in his stomach drop. It shattered when she poked Malcolm on the shoulder. The light in his brother's dark eyes was immediate when he faced her.
“Hi.” She'd said.
“... well, hey there.” Malcolm's back turned to him and Angus had paused, mid-sentence with a scowl hoping the bird would busy herself in the other direction. Instead, she'd sat down, smiled and Malcolm bought her a drink.
Angus didn't get a word in for the rest of the night.
-
Angus had tried to convince himself in the weeks after that his brother's slowly draining attention was just exhaustion and stress from the tour and certainly not turning itself on O'Linda.
-
“Hey Mal, I just finished some lyrics and I think we should put some chords to 'em. You up fer it?”
“Nah, not right now. Maybe later, O'Linda's showin' me 'round the city. She's got cousins out here.”
~*~*~
“God, me head's fuckin' aching. You haven't got aspirin, do ya?”
“Nah. Just ran out yesterday, gave the last to 'Linda, she had a bad migraine.”
~*~*~
“The pictures' are showin' The Godfather this weekend. Can we go?”
“I kinda already promised O'Linda I'd take her to see one. Apparently she's never been to a theater before, can you believe that?”
~*~*~
“Oi, Mal, George says we need to meet down for a sound check in twenty.”
“Oh good. I'm takin' 'Linda with me, she wants to see the set-up.”
~*~*~
“...wanna grab a cup of coffee?”
“Already grabbed one with O'Linda this morning, sorry Ang.”
-
Broken hearts were for weak, stupid girls, not for millions-of-dollars-in-the-making rockstars. Broken hearts were for silly relationships that weren't supposed to last, not for those that were supposed to last forever. Broken hearts were a shattered, painful weight in your chest, not in the hearts of those who were in love.
Angus didn't have a broken heart. He was a rockstar, they were going to last, and he was in love.
So, then why did it hurt so much?
-
Malcolm stopped coming after the tour.
-
Hey, this Malcolm. I'm either too busy doin' shit to pick up the phone or I'm asleep. Or drunk. Any of the three will do. So just, uh, leave your name and your number after the beep, and I'll call you back as soon as I can, thanks.
*beep*
Ummm, hey Mal, it's Ang. Listen, I... I haven't seen you in a while and I was wonderin' if we could get together soon? The tour ended about two or so months ago and I'm just kinda used to havin' y'round and all, so... yeah. Uh, call me?
~*~*~
Hey, this Malcolm. I'm either too busy doin' shit to pick up the phone or I'm asleep. Or drunk. Any of the three will do. So just, uh, leave your name and your number after the beep, and I'll call you back as soon as I can, thanks.
*beep*
So, yeah, maybe you didn't get my last message? I'd still like to get together soon. Phil was actually thinkin' about getting' the boys together soon and we'd like to see you. I... I'd like to see ya... Call me back.
~*~*~
Hey, this Malcolm. I'm either too busy doin' shit to pick up the phone or I'm asleep. Or drunk. Any of the three will do. So just, uh, leave your name and your number after the beep, and I'll call you back as soon as I can, thanks.
*beep*
… did I do something wrong? I mean, you called Phil and told him you were coming to the party, but you can't call me? We haven't spoken in the past four months since the tour. What're you so busy doing? How much do you sleep? Or how much beer are you drinking, because this is just ridiculous. Look, if there's something wrong, you know you can talk to me about it. We used to talk about everything and suddenly you're not talking at all? I don't get what the fuck is going on and I'd like you to call me back, thanks.
~*~*~
Hey, this Malcolm. I'm either too busy doin' shit to pick up the phone or I'm asleep. Or drunk. Any of the three will do. So just, uh, leave your name and your number after the beep, and I'll call you back as soon as I can, thanks.
*beep*
I love you. Please call me back.
~*~*~
Hey, this Malcolm. I'm either too busy doin' shit to pick up the phone or I'm asleep. Or drunk. Any of the three will do. So just, uh, leave your name and your number after the beep, and I'll call you back as soon as I can, thanks.
*beep*
… *click*
-
When Malcolm finally did get back to him, it certainly wasn't the apology-woven conversation he'd been hoping for. In fact, it was exactly the opposite. It was just about everything he'd been dreading.
“Sorry Ang, I've been hanging out with O'Linda a lot lately and you always seem to call when I'm out.”
“So, why haven't you called back?”
“I dunno, I got busy doing other stuff. I mean, it's not like we're together or shit anymore.”
“... we're not?” Angus had stated dumbly into the phone. There was a long pause.
“I thought you kinda figured that already. You didn't catch any hints when we just stopped hangin' out and havin' sex and shit?”
“... no?”
“Oh, well... yeah, it's... it's over Ang. It's kinda been that way for a while.” Malcolm sighed awkwardly into the phone. Angus' mouth was dry. “You didn't expect this to go on forever, did you?”
“But-”
“I mean, it's not like we weren't going to move on someday.”
“But Mal, I-”
“I'm sorry I didn't come out and tell you formally, I just kinda thought you knew already.”
“You thought that just because we stopped screwing each other that I took that as a hint as to you're no longer my lover?” Angus threw his hands up in the air, even though Mal couldn't see it, “I didn't think sex was the only thing that mattered to you!” He sniped into the phone.
“It wasn't, Ang,” Malcolm said quietly, “I swear it wasn't, but I... I just... O'Linda and I-”
“But I love you.” Angus' voice cracked around the words and he heard a sharp intake of breath across the line. There was another thick, uncomfortable silence.
“I love you too Ang, but... but I'm not... in love with ya, anymore, y'know?”
“... no, I don't.”
“Oh...” Malcolm cleared his throat and Angus felt his chest hitch uncomfortably. It felt painfully tight and he swallowed the sudden raised lump in the back of his mouth. Why was the room getting so blurry? Why were his cheeks wet?
“Hey listen Angus, I gotta go. I promised O'Linda I'd take her out to see her sister's new baby,” Malcolm said hurriedly and Angus knew he was lying, maybe not about the baby, but at least about needing to go in a hurry, “We'll catch up soon, okay?” Angus didn't get a chance to speak before the line went to a dull hum and left him in silence. Angus stood there for a long time before he hung up himself after listening to the operator tell him to please hang up and dial again about fifty times.
He cried when he managed to sit down at the kitchen table. He'd been an idiot to think this would have ever worked. And Malcolm had even been the one to start it, to want it! And he'd trusted him! Placing his forehead against the table, Angus marveled at how cool it was before he just buried his face away deeper and attempted not to break down further...
Malcolm had broken his heart.