Joining a Fanclub, Big Mistake [Ch. 6]
Grawrs, Angii is such a lazy-ass. X___x I was going to have more, but I wanted to get this out. Anyway, I have a bit written out, just haven’t gotten around to typing it…Next Chapter should come out real soon because Angii loves Sammysamssam and he’s in it…xD <3 ...Blame Sam for the delays. Really. Blame him. ):
Title: Joining a Fan Club, Big Mistake.
Chapter: Six/ ?
Summary: AU. Bobby gets a chance to meet famous John Allerdyce, a writer.
Pairing: Bobby/John [...soon. x: Maybe. ;D]
Rating: PG [this chap]
Disclaimer: Not mine. D:
Notes: AU means no powers means… Not Fun, but I couldn’t resist doing this. OMGHETTHISCHAPTER. Hinting at it, at least. Warning. XD Oh yes. Dedicated to train_diskense 'Cause she is so pwn. D: -loffles-
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Chapter Six: Phone Calls
With John tugging Bobby’s hand, dressed in his shirt, and with Bobby wearing different clothes as well…It was no surprise that Kitty had raised her eyebrow in reaction to the two, before turning and continuing to talk to Piotr again, who had moved from wherever he was. Bobby, kind of knowing Piotr, knew that he was probably just ‘hiding’ away and making sure that he didn’t hurt John.
Piotr quickly quieted, though, seeing John coming down the stairs. After all, how would it look to see that he was talking to a girl, on the job? Well it didn’t look the best that was for sure.
“Mornin’ Piotr.” John greeted as Kitty pulled away from the tall man, rather reluctantly, though soon rushed over to Bobby.
“Shoot, Bobby, what did you do upstairs?” Kitty asked, concealing a giggle. Bobby frowned, because although at most times he had a perverse mind, this wasn’t one of them, because it actually related to him. And then he realized just what Kitty thought it might look like. “I got wet.” He said simply, trying to shrug it and Kitty off.
“With wha-“ John cut Kitty off, saving the fanboy from the fangirl. Who knows what terrible things happen when they got together, anyway. John did this unknowingly, however. He was still under the belief that they were dating.
“I’m afraid that Bobby has to leave now. We’ve already wasted too much of the day.” He smiled slightly at Kitty. “Sorry.”
Kitty just nodded. She knew that Bobby had to go; that there were only so many hours in a day, and only one day was spent with John. “This just means you’ll have to tell me everything later.” She smirked.
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And so they left.
Bobby was still nervous about the whole thing, though he was much more at ease than he had been before. A slight smile tugged on his lips as he followed John. Really, he didn’t think he could mess up that much more, he had done it all, embarrassed himself just that much where he had expected John to leave. But he hadn’t, so Bobby was fairly sure that nothing he could do could chase him away…Or he’d like to hope that. Really, he would.
They passed a car that Bobby knew was Johns. Err…He didn’t…It was a lucky guess, really, it was. Besides, it was parked outside Bobby’s house and it LOOKED like john’s, so…Yeah. He didn’t stalk John’s cars. Really. Bobby faltered as they passed the car.
“Where are we going?” He asked, looking around as John suddenly pulled a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses out of seemingly nowhere-or maybe he just hadn’t seen him take it out-and slide the sunglasses on, hat going backwards. A simple silver ‘x’ on the front of the cap. He had no particular want or need to be recognized, here and now, even if Piotr, tall like he was, was recognized and they knew John wouldn’t be far. It’d take long enough even with that. There was more than one reason that John wanted to wear Bobby’s shirt.
Speaking of Piotr… Bobby glanced back while waiting for John to answer, watching him ‘fade back’ and virtually disappear into the slight crowd that was running around Boston, always busy, always having something to do.
“Well,” John started, looking around quickly before sliding back, an arm slung around Bobby’s shoulder. Two friends out to go somewhere, maybe see a game, do whatever, nothing more.
“I was thinking, maybe we could…” A slight pause. “Unfortunately, we’ve missed my reservations at this one place that I was going to take you for lunch,” and that was a problem, because he wanted to do lunch, then get some ice cream-and he did owe Bobby some ice cream, anyway-and then figure out something else to do. Especially when Bobby knew more of Boston than John did, so he would, of course, know the places to go.
“So maybe we could go somewhere else to eat.” John finished, and Bobby grinned.
“Did you have anywhere else in mind?” John shook his head at that, because he hadn’t, and maybe it was because he wasn’t that familiar with Boston, again. John stopped and pulled away from Bobby a bit-who was thankful, because the arm on his shoulder had distracted him from more important things, things like making sure he didn’t walk into a pole, trip over his own feet, get his by a car, or anything-as he started to cross the street, Bobby following him hurriedly.
“Well I do know this one plac-“ Bobby stopped suddenly, a frown on his face as he reached for his pocket, a sudden vibration having taken him by surprise. And he would’ve answered his cell right there, in the middle of the street, too distracted by why somebody was calling them, if John hadn’t started dragging him over to the park across the street.
Bobby took his cell phone out, a familiar number flashing on the screen. He’d told everybody not to call him today, unless it was a real emergency. Everybody knew how important this was to him!
John continued pulling Bobby on, unnoticed yet by the other as John sat him down.
“Bobby?” John asked, frowning slightly, sitting down next to him, Bobby flipped open his phone.
Feeling terrible, Bobby raised a hand to silent John-because oh god he was so rude, he should’ve just ignored this call-and mouthed ‘One Sec, Sorry’.
A flurry of voices suddenly came from the phone. Southern Accent and French Words…that could only mean…Marie and Jean-Paul. Wait. Marie and Jean-Paul? What were they doing together?
“Bobby?” Marie, he knew that voice anywhere.
“Marie?” He questioned, and a “Yeah” Answered him in reply. A slight pause, in which she didn’t speak, so Bobby took the chance. “Marie, I can’t really talk right no-“
“Bobby, Scott’s been hurt.”
“What?!”
“Yeah. Nobody can find him. He called Jean, but the line went dead before anything useful could be shared. And now, nobody-“
The phone was dropped; fell down, things banging against it and Bobby could only hear the loud voices as the phone was fought over.
“J-P! Stop that!”
“Give me the phone.”
“I want to talk to Bobby!”
“You talked to him!”
“I wasn’t finished!”
A bit more fighting, incoherent voices now, and he could’ve sworn he heard a French swear, and Bobby blinked, staying quiet, wanting to get back to John but…but Scott…
“’Lo?” Bobby knew this voice too well, Jean-Paul. Only French guy he really knew.
“J-P, what happened? Is Scott okay? Wha-“
“We do not know. Jean wants you here while we try and figure out what happened, where Scott is, and everything. She’s real worried that something might happen to-“ The phone jostled again.
“Bobby, come home.” Marie.
Bobby shattered then. He didn’t want to come home; he didn’t want to go to Jean’s house, to the house that he was practically raised in! But Scott was hurt. Scott, who had always been some sort of brother to Bobby, an unofficial brother of sorts, couldn’t just get hurt! But he was hut, and he just had to get hurt the day he was going to spend with John?
Bobby couldn’t put it against him, though. He frowned. The voices continued on the ground, he had dropped the Phone in his breaking moment. John picked it up, and their eyes met. John hung up on them.
Bobby closed his eyes. John was probably happy to let him go anyway. Stupid, stupid fanboys, yeah, he knew it.
The cold of the phone was placed in his hand. Bobby didn’t want to go. Really, he didn’t. And right now, he was just trying not to cry. Scott was hurt, he was an idiot, and, and, John…
John didn’t say anything at first. “Bobby…you can always-“ But Bobby didn’t want to hear it, he didn’t, he couldn’t hear the slight rejection that it was.
Slowly getting up, ignoring his shaking hands, he plastered a smile on his face at John, opening his eyes. “I have to go. Y-You can keep th-the shirt.” Even though Bobby doubted that John was actually going to wear it again, but whatever. If he even looked at that shirt again, he’d start bawling.
“See you.” He finished, before turning and running off, ignoring the tears streaming down his cheeks, ignoring the ‘BEEEEEP’ as he almost got his by a car, crossing the road, ignoring the crunch of dry leaves under his feet, ignoring everything. He just had to get home.
Title: Joining a Fan Club, Big Mistake.
Chapter: Six/ ?
Summary: AU. Bobby gets a chance to meet famous John Allerdyce, a writer.
Pairing: Bobby/John [...soon. x: Maybe. ;D]
Rating: PG [this chap]
Disclaimer: Not mine. D:
Notes: AU means no powers means… Not Fun, but I couldn’t resist doing this. OMGHETTHISCHAPTER. Hinting at it, at least. Warning. XD Oh yes. Dedicated to train_diskense 'Cause she is so pwn. D: -loffles-
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Chapter Six: Phone Calls
With John tugging Bobby’s hand, dressed in his shirt, and with Bobby wearing different clothes as well…It was no surprise that Kitty had raised her eyebrow in reaction to the two, before turning and continuing to talk to Piotr again, who had moved from wherever he was. Bobby, kind of knowing Piotr, knew that he was probably just ‘hiding’ away and making sure that he didn’t hurt John.
Piotr quickly quieted, though, seeing John coming down the stairs. After all, how would it look to see that he was talking to a girl, on the job? Well it didn’t look the best that was for sure.
“Mornin’ Piotr.” John greeted as Kitty pulled away from the tall man, rather reluctantly, though soon rushed over to Bobby.
“Shoot, Bobby, what did you do upstairs?” Kitty asked, concealing a giggle. Bobby frowned, because although at most times he had a perverse mind, this wasn’t one of them, because it actually related to him. And then he realized just what Kitty thought it might look like. “I got wet.” He said simply, trying to shrug it and Kitty off.
“With wha-“ John cut Kitty off, saving the fanboy from the fangirl. Who knows what terrible things happen when they got together, anyway. John did this unknowingly, however. He was still under the belief that they were dating.
“I’m afraid that Bobby has to leave now. We’ve already wasted too much of the day.” He smiled slightly at Kitty. “Sorry.”
Kitty just nodded. She knew that Bobby had to go; that there were only so many hours in a day, and only one day was spent with John. “This just means you’ll have to tell me everything later.” She smirked.
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And so they left.
Bobby was still nervous about the whole thing, though he was much more at ease than he had been before. A slight smile tugged on his lips as he followed John. Really, he didn’t think he could mess up that much more, he had done it all, embarrassed himself just that much where he had expected John to leave. But he hadn’t, so Bobby was fairly sure that nothing he could do could chase him away…Or he’d like to hope that. Really, he would.
They passed a car that Bobby knew was Johns. Err…He didn’t…It was a lucky guess, really, it was. Besides, it was parked outside Bobby’s house and it LOOKED like john’s, so…Yeah. He didn’t stalk John’s cars. Really. Bobby faltered as they passed the car.
“Where are we going?” He asked, looking around as John suddenly pulled a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses out of seemingly nowhere-or maybe he just hadn’t seen him take it out-and slide the sunglasses on, hat going backwards. A simple silver ‘x’ on the front of the cap. He had no particular want or need to be recognized, here and now, even if Piotr, tall like he was, was recognized and they knew John wouldn’t be far. It’d take long enough even with that. There was more than one reason that John wanted to wear Bobby’s shirt.
Speaking of Piotr… Bobby glanced back while waiting for John to answer, watching him ‘fade back’ and virtually disappear into the slight crowd that was running around Boston, always busy, always having something to do.
“Well,” John started, looking around quickly before sliding back, an arm slung around Bobby’s shoulder. Two friends out to go somewhere, maybe see a game, do whatever, nothing more.
“I was thinking, maybe we could…” A slight pause. “Unfortunately, we’ve missed my reservations at this one place that I was going to take you for lunch,” and that was a problem, because he wanted to do lunch, then get some ice cream-and he did owe Bobby some ice cream, anyway-and then figure out something else to do. Especially when Bobby knew more of Boston than John did, so he would, of course, know the places to go.
“So maybe we could go somewhere else to eat.” John finished, and Bobby grinned.
“Did you have anywhere else in mind?” John shook his head at that, because he hadn’t, and maybe it was because he wasn’t that familiar with Boston, again. John stopped and pulled away from Bobby a bit-who was thankful, because the arm on his shoulder had distracted him from more important things, things like making sure he didn’t walk into a pole, trip over his own feet, get his by a car, or anything-as he started to cross the street, Bobby following him hurriedly.
“Well I do know this one plac-“ Bobby stopped suddenly, a frown on his face as he reached for his pocket, a sudden vibration having taken him by surprise. And he would’ve answered his cell right there, in the middle of the street, too distracted by why somebody was calling them, if John hadn’t started dragging him over to the park across the street.
Bobby took his cell phone out, a familiar number flashing on the screen. He’d told everybody not to call him today, unless it was a real emergency. Everybody knew how important this was to him!
John continued pulling Bobby on, unnoticed yet by the other as John sat him down.
“Bobby?” John asked, frowning slightly, sitting down next to him, Bobby flipped open his phone.
Feeling terrible, Bobby raised a hand to silent John-because oh god he was so rude, he should’ve just ignored this call-and mouthed ‘One Sec, Sorry’.
A flurry of voices suddenly came from the phone. Southern Accent and French Words…that could only mean…Marie and Jean-Paul. Wait. Marie and Jean-Paul? What were they doing together?
“Bobby?” Marie, he knew that voice anywhere.
“Marie?” He questioned, and a “Yeah” Answered him in reply. A slight pause, in which she didn’t speak, so Bobby took the chance. “Marie, I can’t really talk right no-“
“Bobby, Scott’s been hurt.”
“What?!”
“Yeah. Nobody can find him. He called Jean, but the line went dead before anything useful could be shared. And now, nobody-“
The phone was dropped; fell down, things banging against it and Bobby could only hear the loud voices as the phone was fought over.
“J-P! Stop that!”
“Give me the phone.”
“I want to talk to Bobby!”
“You talked to him!”
“I wasn’t finished!”
A bit more fighting, incoherent voices now, and he could’ve sworn he heard a French swear, and Bobby blinked, staying quiet, wanting to get back to John but…but Scott…
“’Lo?” Bobby knew this voice too well, Jean-Paul. Only French guy he really knew.
“J-P, what happened? Is Scott okay? Wha-“
“We do not know. Jean wants you here while we try and figure out what happened, where Scott is, and everything. She’s real worried that something might happen to-“ The phone jostled again.
“Bobby, come home.” Marie.
Bobby shattered then. He didn’t want to come home; he didn’t want to go to Jean’s house, to the house that he was practically raised in! But Scott was hurt. Scott, who had always been some sort of brother to Bobby, an unofficial brother of sorts, couldn’t just get hurt! But he was hut, and he just had to get hurt the day he was going to spend with John?
Bobby couldn’t put it against him, though. He frowned. The voices continued on the ground, he had dropped the Phone in his breaking moment. John picked it up, and their eyes met. John hung up on them.
Bobby closed his eyes. John was probably happy to let him go anyway. Stupid, stupid fanboys, yeah, he knew it.
The cold of the phone was placed in his hand. Bobby didn’t want to go. Really, he didn’t. And right now, he was just trying not to cry. Scott was hurt, he was an idiot, and, and, John…
John didn’t say anything at first. “Bobby…you can always-“ But Bobby didn’t want to hear it, he didn’t, he couldn’t hear the slight rejection that it was.
Slowly getting up, ignoring his shaking hands, he plastered a smile on his face at John, opening his eyes. “I have to go. Y-You can keep th-the shirt.” Even though Bobby doubted that John was actually going to wear it again, but whatever. If he even looked at that shirt again, he’d start bawling.
“See you.” He finished, before turning and running off, ignoring the tears streaming down his cheeks, ignoring the ‘BEEEEEP’ as he almost got his by a car, crossing the road, ignoring the crunch of dry leaves under his feet, ignoring everything. He just had to get home.