FIC - One, Two, Buckle My Shoe and Other Stories
Title: One, Two, Buckle My Shoe and Other Stories
Pairings In Order: Brendon/Ryan(PATD/The Young Veins), Tom/Sean(Empires), Pete/Patrick(FOB), Spencer/Jon(PATD/The Young Veins), Gabe/William(Cobra/TAI), Greta&Brendon, friendship, (The Hush Sound/PATD)
Rating: PG-15ish?
Word Count: 611
Disclaimer: I do not own these people, because that is illegal. I do not claim that this is really what happens in their lives.
Summary: A glimpse into 6 different relationships.
Notes: This was started like 4 months ago, I got disenchanted with the idea, and I gave it up. Today I was looking through my WIPs, and here we are. Cross-posted pretty much everywhere. Beta'd by my bb, romasquerade . ilu. <3
One, two, buckle my shoe.
Brendon buckled the collar around his neck, two fingers of room, and walked over to Ryan. Ryan snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground. The sound reverberated off the thin hotel walls, and Brendon knelt on the scratchy fabric much like a dog. He pleaded for attention -- for love -- with his eyes. Ryan gave it to him.
Three, four, shut the door.
“Do you ever think that we would ever be together if not for the band?” Tom asked while sitting on the counter across from where Sean was doing dishes.
Sean started drying another plate. “I think that…If we’re meant to be, we’d have found each other.”
“But what…” Tom pauses, sticking out his hand for a plate. He puts it in the cabinet behind him. “What if we’re not meant to be?”
“If we weren’t meant to be,” Sean said, starting on a cup, “I think we would’ve found out by now.
“Okay... do you think we’re meant to be?” Tom asked shyly, sticking his hand out for the cup.
“I think… I think that we are meant to be, yes. I love you, and you love me.” Sean said confidently. He started on another plate.
*****
Sean took a picture that night of a single piece of paper that read: “i will shut the door to all other possibilities, all i need is you.” His hands shook the whole time.
Five, six, pickup sticks.
Pete had decided that he fell too hard, and he loved too fast and he clearly always picked the wrong person because rarely was the person that he fell for actually there to catch him. Which had sucked for Pete at first, until he found Patrick. Patrick, who was consistently there, every time that Pete had fallen. He was there to pick up the itty bitty, teeny tiny pieces of Pete’s overused heart. He blogged about it in strangled metaphors that even he couldn’t understand, but throughout it all Patrick was there.
Patrick was always there.
Seven, eight, lay them straight.
‘Dude, I’m pretty straight, but you are hot, seriously,’ Spencer said. Jon grinned, finally. ‘Spencer Smith, you are pretty hot too. Wanna make out?’ Spencer nodded, and Jon pulled him forward by the back of his head. Spencer parted his lips and Jon Kissed him just as Ryan walked in though the bus door ‘OH MY GOD. MY EYES. No offense, Jon.’ Spencer flipped him off and Jon threw a pillow at him. Brendon walked in behind Ryan, chuckled, and pulled Ryan back into the bunks. Spencer moaned from the couch, and Ryan shuddered.
Nine, ten, and back again.
‘Finally back on tour with you again, Billvy. What should we do?’ William had a few ideas.
Eleven, twelve, dig and delve.
“Sometimes… I don’t think this should have happened, this whole… band thing. I could be a teacher, I could have stability. I… I could have a house where I could actually live in, not stay between breaks of touring. Maybe… this wasn’t the… best life for me.” Greta flopped back on her bed and flipped her phone open to speaker phone.
“Greta, oh Greta, my sweetheart. Do you love writing music?” Greta made an affirmative noise.
“Okay, do you love singing?”
“More than anything.”
“Then you are exactly where you want to be.” Brendon said with a satisfied nod that he knew she wouldn’t see.
Greta sighed a little. “I know. It’s just. I don’t know, I miss my cat.”
Brendon giggled. “You’re fine now. Hey, I gotta go babe. I’ll call you when I get off stage, as long as Ryan doesn’t need me.”
“Okay B, love you.”
“Love you too.”