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a colorful conquest of friends and lovers (make love not warcraft) :: pt.1
jess/tom, keri/harry (mcfly/other)
pg-13
She comes to visit during the holidays.
And it’s odd because she hasn’t seen the two of them - the golden couple - for months and when she greets them on their doorstep it’s, weird. Because something’s changed but she can’t put her finger on it and after settling her bags in the guest room, she gets it.
“You guys moved in together huh?” she asks Jess as she stands against the door frame of the kitchen. The girl blushes and nods and all Keri can do is grin and say, “Finally.”
When she throws something at her - a pack of candies - Keri ducks it with a laugh, smiling, which is a welcome change from the long, exhaustive nights she’s spent on the phone with him - screaming. But she doesn’t let them know that. She doesn’t let them on the real reason why she’s here. Not yet.
+
She realizes, two days into her stay, that Tom has a new obsession. It’s clear from Jess’s face when she descends down the stairs, voice heavy, as she states, “He’s not coming,” that it's wearing something awful on their personal time.
But she doesn’t butt in, doesn’t ask too many questions - her friend's face clearly begging her not to. Just smiles as she slides her coat over her shoulders and asks, “Where to?”
Jess grabbing the keys and stating, “Anywhere warm.”
+
“Where’s Harry?” is the first thing Tom asks when Jess leaves for work - her job stating that it’s an emergency.
The two of them - Tom and Keri - are sitting at the breakfast bar, hands around mugs full of hot coffee when his eyes look into hers and her voice becomes caught in her throat.
“He’s um...He’s, at home,” she says with a nod, eyes downcast and trying, trying, not to fill with tears at the realization that she has no clue as to his where he could possibly be. Hasn’t been home for weeks.
“And he didn’t want to come?” he asks, cup to his lips as he takes one large drink.
Keri can’t face him. She can’t look into his eyes and lie about his best friend he’ll. He’ll know. So she keeps her eyes glued to the cream carpet as she shakes her head and says, “He’s...Busy.”
+
Six hours later - when Keri’s in bed and Jess and Tom are in the living room, trying to wade off sleep - Tom gets the phone call. And Harry sounds exhausted as he rants into the receiver that,
“She can stay there for all I care at least...At least she’s safe. But, but, tell her when - if she ever - comes back I. I won’t be there...She’ll, she’ll know why.”
+
Jess begs, one arm in a sleeve and the other struggling to find it’s partner, as she stands in the foyer of their home, eyes wide as she says,
“Please Tom. Don’t say anything. She’s got enough on her plate without us meddling in her problems.”
+
She gets thirty minutes to herself - thirty minutes since Jess left - before there’s a knock at the door.
Her voice is small and soft when she says, “Come in,” knowing it’s Tom. Wanting to know what he could possibly want.
His face is careful, smile small as he eyes her carefully, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. He doesn’t let the silence set it. It’s quick and almost noticeable, eyes locking with each other through the mirror on the vanity as he asks, “Are you - are you alright?”
She doesn’t know that he knows, she doesn’t care if he does know, she just. Breaks. Down. Into hysterics as her face falls into her hands and she can’t do it anymore. She can’t hold up and not let this get to her because isn’t here and he won’t see how weak she is anyhow.
Tom doesn’t say anything, doesn’t let out a whisper of her name or any other warning that he’s coming to hold her. He just, does.
And the two of them sit - hours unknown - as her sobs turn into soft cries that turn into her head in his neck as sniffs and wallows.
+
“What...What’s he doing up there you think?” Keri asks when Tom - again - declines to hanging out with the two of them.
His Chinese is getting cold, sitting on the kitchen counter, Jess refusing to give it to him.
“He’s um...Playing a, a video game.”
She doesn’t mean to laugh but her answer is so, surprising. She expects something else - writing new songs working on a piano piece - but. She stops.
Her face is slight reddened when her friend narrows her eyes and says, “I’m not kidding.”
All she can answer with is, “Oh.”
They sit in silence, watching the figures on the television screen move back and forth - listening to the projected laughs - before Jess gets up, almost finished her food.
“I’ll be back,” she says, voice barely being heard over the television screen as she makes sure all of Tom’s food is in one bag - heading up the stairs.
+
She tries not to listen - that night - when the two of them seem at each other’s throats, words harsh and loud as the bang against the wall and flood the hallway. She knows what they’re arguing about, the stupid video game, and she wishes that she never asked. At all.
Because Jess seems to more annoyed and Tom, he, “I just...I want to go to bed Jess! Stop fucking screaming for six seconds so I can accomplish that!”
She thinks - she’s going to kick him out. He’s going to have to sleep on the couch and Keri just may have to damage control in the morning. But, it doesn’t happen like that. Jess simply sighs, calms down enough to gather up things before stomping out of the bedroom, down the hall, and slamming the door of the other guest bedroom.
Keri hears it, Tom’s almost inaudible, “Shit,” as he the bed creaks and she’s sure he’s sitting there, head in his hands as he contemplates what the hell is going on.
jess/tom, keri/harry (mcfly/other)
pg-13
She comes to visit during the holidays.
And it’s odd because she hasn’t seen the two of them - the golden couple - for months and when she greets them on their doorstep it’s, weird. Because something’s changed but she can’t put her finger on it and after settling her bags in the guest room, she gets it.
“You guys moved in together huh?” she asks Jess as she stands against the door frame of the kitchen. The girl blushes and nods and all Keri can do is grin and say, “Finally.”
When she throws something at her - a pack of candies - Keri ducks it with a laugh, smiling, which is a welcome change from the long, exhaustive nights she’s spent on the phone with him - screaming. But she doesn’t let them know that. She doesn’t let them on the real reason why she’s here. Not yet.
+
She realizes, two days into her stay, that Tom has a new obsession. It’s clear from Jess’s face when she descends down the stairs, voice heavy, as she states, “He’s not coming,” that it's wearing something awful on their personal time.
But she doesn’t butt in, doesn’t ask too many questions - her friend's face clearly begging her not to. Just smiles as she slides her coat over her shoulders and asks, “Where to?”
Jess grabbing the keys and stating, “Anywhere warm.”
+
“Where’s Harry?” is the first thing Tom asks when Jess leaves for work - her job stating that it’s an emergency.
The two of them - Tom and Keri - are sitting at the breakfast bar, hands around mugs full of hot coffee when his eyes look into hers and her voice becomes caught in her throat.
“He’s um...He’s, at home,” she says with a nod, eyes downcast and trying, trying, not to fill with tears at the realization that she has no clue as to his where he could possibly be. Hasn’t been home for weeks.
“And he didn’t want to come?” he asks, cup to his lips as he takes one large drink.
Keri can’t face him. She can’t look into his eyes and lie about his best friend he’ll. He’ll know. So she keeps her eyes glued to the cream carpet as she shakes her head and says, “He’s...Busy.”
+
Six hours later - when Keri’s in bed and Jess and Tom are in the living room, trying to wade off sleep - Tom gets the phone call. And Harry sounds exhausted as he rants into the receiver that,
“She can stay there for all I care at least...At least she’s safe. But, but, tell her when - if she ever - comes back I. I won’t be there...She’ll, she’ll know why.”
+
Jess begs, one arm in a sleeve and the other struggling to find it’s partner, as she stands in the foyer of their home, eyes wide as she says,
“Please Tom. Don’t say anything. She’s got enough on her plate without us meddling in her problems.”
+
She gets thirty minutes to herself - thirty minutes since Jess left - before there’s a knock at the door.
Her voice is small and soft when she says, “Come in,” knowing it’s Tom. Wanting to know what he could possibly want.
His face is careful, smile small as he eyes her carefully, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. He doesn’t let the silence set it. It’s quick and almost noticeable, eyes locking with each other through the mirror on the vanity as he asks, “Are you - are you alright?”
She doesn’t know that he knows, she doesn’t care if he does know, she just. Breaks. Down. Into hysterics as her face falls into her hands and she can’t do it anymore. She can’t hold up and not let this get to her because isn’t here and he won’t see how weak she is anyhow.
Tom doesn’t say anything, doesn’t let out a whisper of her name or any other warning that he’s coming to hold her. He just, does.
And the two of them sit - hours unknown - as her sobs turn into soft cries that turn into her head in his neck as sniffs and wallows.
+
“What...What’s he doing up there you think?” Keri asks when Tom - again - declines to hanging out with the two of them.
His Chinese is getting cold, sitting on the kitchen counter, Jess refusing to give it to him.
“He’s um...Playing a, a video game.”
She doesn’t mean to laugh but her answer is so, surprising. She expects something else - writing new songs working on a piano piece - but. She stops.
Her face is slight reddened when her friend narrows her eyes and says, “I’m not kidding.”
All she can answer with is, “Oh.”
They sit in silence, watching the figures on the television screen move back and forth - listening to the projected laughs - before Jess gets up, almost finished her food.
“I’ll be back,” she says, voice barely being heard over the television screen as she makes sure all of Tom’s food is in one bag - heading up the stairs.
+
She tries not to listen - that night - when the two of them seem at each other’s throats, words harsh and loud as the bang against the wall and flood the hallway. She knows what they’re arguing about, the stupid video game, and she wishes that she never asked. At all.
Because Jess seems to more annoyed and Tom, he, “I just...I want to go to bed Jess! Stop fucking screaming for six seconds so I can accomplish that!”
She thinks - she’s going to kick him out. He’s going to have to sleep on the couch and Keri just may have to damage control in the morning. But, it doesn’t happen like that. Jess simply sighs, calms down enough to gather up things before stomping out of the bedroom, down the hall, and slamming the door of the other guest bedroom.
Keri hears it, Tom’s almost inaudible, “Shit,” as he the bed creaks and she’s sure he’s sitting there, head in his hands as he contemplates what the hell is going on.