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Title: Cats
Author: roadsidefury
Rating: PG-13? I use the word shit once lol.
Pairing: Joncer! The world could always use a bit more Joncer [:
POV: Jon's.
Summary: Spencer won't talk to Jon, and Jon would really like the be a cat, he's sure they don't have such stressful days, ever.
Disclaimer: Don't own, obv. The boys belong to themselves, as far as I know. I'm sure they've all sold a part of their souls to Pete Wentz though.
Jon really thinks that he'd like to be a cat.
Jon Walker has always has a thing for anything feline. He brought home a feral cat once, he was probably 11. The thing had scratched him and bit at him until he's sure he must have looked as though he'd been mauled. It was an ugly, dirty, vicious creature, and it was almost the size of the neighbour's poodle - It could probably take the poof, too - with a bob tail and a gnawed off ear. Jon carried the cat the whole way back from school inside his jacket in the middle of a Chicago winter.
His mother screamed when he brought it into the house. The cat hissed in retaliation.
"JONATHAN JACOB WALKER WHAT IS THAT!?" She had shrieked, and Jon's brothers come running into the front room in hopes of watching Jon get in trouble.
The reply Jon gives his mother was obviously not the one she wanted, and in hindsight was not the best idea, but Jon looks up into her eyes and he says, "this is Ginger."
Cathy, Jon's mother, she must have yelled until her voice was hoarse, and she threw the cat right out into the street. Jon bawled his eyes out and shut himself in his room, refusing to leave even for dinner. He was promised punishment with a You wait 'til your father gets home!
Jon doesn't know what it was about the stupid stray that made him so determined to save it and adopt the thing when it was so stubbornly opposed to the idea, but the trait seems to have carried on into his adult life. Jon can't help that he's caring, and he can't help that he tries to solve everyone's problems, he just can't stand to see people suffer.
So it only goes to follow that he's somehow become the mother-hen of the band.
If Brendon's had a bad day then Jon will eat Oreos with him and watch Disney movies or The O.C. and share a few drinks.
With Ryan they'll share a joint in the back room of the bus and just talk. They talk about life, love, sex, the universe, Brendon, whatever.
Jon picks up around the bus, makes sure that Ryan knows he left his scarf over in that corner, brings Capri-suns for Brendon and doesn't forget to mention to Spencer that one of his shoes was in the bathroom with his phone in it, for whatever reason.
But if Jon is always taking care of everyone, who is supposed to take care of him?
So of course, Jon has an obvious dilemma when, out of nowhere, Spencer Smith will not speak to him.
Jon thinks at first that Spencer is just having an off day and that tomorrow everything will be back to normal. Jon hopes that Spencer isn't angry at him for something he's done, and then Jon starts to analyze anything he's done that might have pissed of Spencer. In bed that night all he can do is hope that he'd not done something to incur Spencer's wrath. Jon had seen Spencer ream out quite a few people and he never wanted to be on the receiving of an irate Spencer Smith.
After two days of silence Jon decided to consult Ryan. Thinking it over he should have known it was a useless attempt, because Ryan and Spencer were RyanandSpencer, and they didn't share information about the other. And if Jon had done something to make Spencer angry then Ryan obviously wouldn't tell Jon that, it was some unwritten rule or something.
Jon ends up in the lounge with Brendon eating Oreos and sulking to season one of The O.C. because he yes,is that pathetic.
On the third day Jon wakes up and goes to the bus-kitchenette/The-Narrow-Counter-With-The-Coffee-Maker and while he pours himself a cup Spencer approaches. Holding out a mug for his own serving of coffee he states airly, "morning Jon."
Just like that, like he hadn't been ignoring Jon for the past 72 hours. Jon can't believe for a moment, and decides that it must be a dream, and tries to wake himself up. He even pinches himself, which obviously does nothing.
Jon places his mug on the counter and swivels around, pinning Spencer with his eyes.
And then Spencer is kissing him. And Jon is startled and pin wheels a little, stumbling back into the counter, vaguely worrying that his coffee will go flying everywhere. But then that doesn't even matter because Spencer Smith has his lips glued to Jon's and Jon is kissing him back even though he hasn't a clue what's going on.
Spencer hands are no Jon's neck, in his hair, clinging to his shoulders and it's something Jon never knew he wanted before but now he can't get enough. It's intoxicating, it's addicting, it's delicious, and it's name is Spencer Smith.
But Spencer leaves Jon against the counter and walks off the bus without a word.
This is why Jon wishes he were a cat.
Cats have such easy lives, they eat, they clean, they sleep and sun bathe, and they even have people to clean up their shit for them. The only thing a cat asks for is to be fed and maybe just a little scratch behind the ears every once in a while, and Jon thinks he could like like that.
Except, are there Spencer Smith cats in Jon's feline world? Are there adorable little kittens to watch as they sprawl out in the sun or to ask for that little rub, to give you a soft head butt?
As much as Jon would enjoy a simple life as a cat, he'd much rather be kissing Spencer some more.
It takes Jon all of three more seconds to get himself off the bus and launch into Spencer just outside the door before he's melting their lips together again, and whatever this is, he's never felt so right before, so he'll be damned if he's not going to keep pursuing it forever.
Author: roadsidefury
Rating: PG-13? I use the word shit once lol.
Pairing: Joncer! The world could always use a bit more Joncer [:
POV: Jon's.
Summary: Spencer won't talk to Jon, and Jon would really like the be a cat, he's sure they don't have such stressful days, ever.
Disclaimer: Don't own, obv. The boys belong to themselves, as far as I know. I'm sure they've all sold a part of their souls to Pete Wentz though.
Jon really thinks that he'd like to be a cat.
Jon Walker has always has a thing for anything feline. He brought home a feral cat once, he was probably 11. The thing had scratched him and bit at him until he's sure he must have looked as though he'd been mauled. It was an ugly, dirty, vicious creature, and it was almost the size of the neighbour's poodle - It could probably take the poof, too - with a bob tail and a gnawed off ear. Jon carried the cat the whole way back from school inside his jacket in the middle of a Chicago winter.
His mother screamed when he brought it into the house. The cat hissed in retaliation.
"JONATHAN JACOB WALKER WHAT IS THAT!?" She had shrieked, and Jon's brothers come running into the front room in hopes of watching Jon get in trouble.
The reply Jon gives his mother was obviously not the one she wanted, and in hindsight was not the best idea, but Jon looks up into her eyes and he says, "this is Ginger."
Cathy, Jon's mother, she must have yelled until her voice was hoarse, and she threw the cat right out into the street. Jon bawled his eyes out and shut himself in his room, refusing to leave even for dinner. He was promised punishment with a You wait 'til your father gets home!
Jon doesn't know what it was about the stupid stray that made him so determined to save it and adopt the thing when it was so stubbornly opposed to the idea, but the trait seems to have carried on into his adult life. Jon can't help that he's caring, and he can't help that he tries to solve everyone's problems, he just can't stand to see people suffer.
So it only goes to follow that he's somehow become the mother-hen of the band.
If Brendon's had a bad day then Jon will eat Oreos with him and watch Disney movies or The O.C. and share a few drinks.
With Ryan they'll share a joint in the back room of the bus and just talk. They talk about life, love, sex, the universe, Brendon, whatever.
Jon picks up around the bus, makes sure that Ryan knows he left his scarf over in that corner, brings Capri-suns for Brendon and doesn't forget to mention to Spencer that one of his shoes was in the bathroom with his phone in it, for whatever reason.
But if Jon is always taking care of everyone, who is supposed to take care of him?
So of course, Jon has an obvious dilemma when, out of nowhere, Spencer Smith will not speak to him.
Jon thinks at first that Spencer is just having an off day and that tomorrow everything will be back to normal. Jon hopes that Spencer isn't angry at him for something he's done, and then Jon starts to analyze anything he's done that might have pissed of Spencer. In bed that night all he can do is hope that he'd not done something to incur Spencer's wrath. Jon had seen Spencer ream out quite a few people and he never wanted to be on the receiving of an irate Spencer Smith.
After two days of silence Jon decided to consult Ryan. Thinking it over he should have known it was a useless attempt, because Ryan and Spencer were RyanandSpencer, and they didn't share information about the other. And if Jon had done something to make Spencer angry then Ryan obviously wouldn't tell Jon that, it was some unwritten rule or something.
Jon ends up in the lounge with Brendon eating Oreos and sulking to season one of The O.C. because he yes,is that pathetic.
On the third day Jon wakes up and goes to the bus-kitchenette/The-Narrow-Counter-With-The-Coffee-Maker and while he pours himself a cup Spencer approaches. Holding out a mug for his own serving of coffee he states airly, "morning Jon."
Just like that, like he hadn't been ignoring Jon for the past 72 hours. Jon can't believe for a moment, and decides that it must be a dream, and tries to wake himself up. He even pinches himself, which obviously does nothing.
Jon places his mug on the counter and swivels around, pinning Spencer with his eyes.
And then Spencer is kissing him. And Jon is startled and pin wheels a little, stumbling back into the counter, vaguely worrying that his coffee will go flying everywhere. But then that doesn't even matter because Spencer Smith has his lips glued to Jon's and Jon is kissing him back even though he hasn't a clue what's going on.
Spencer hands are no Jon's neck, in his hair, clinging to his shoulders and it's something Jon never knew he wanted before but now he can't get enough. It's intoxicating, it's addicting, it's delicious, and it's name is Spencer Smith.
But Spencer leaves Jon against the counter and walks off the bus without a word.
This is why Jon wishes he were a cat.
Cats have such easy lives, they eat, they clean, they sleep and sun bathe, and they even have people to clean up their shit for them. The only thing a cat asks for is to be fed and maybe just a little scratch behind the ears every once in a while, and Jon thinks he could like like that.
Except, are there Spencer Smith cats in Jon's feline world? Are there adorable little kittens to watch as they sprawl out in the sun or to ask for that little rub, to give you a soft head butt?
As much as Jon would enjoy a simple life as a cat, he'd much rather be kissing Spencer some more.
It takes Jon all of three more seconds to get himself off the bus and launch into Spencer just outside the door before he's melting their lips together again, and whatever this is, he's never felt so right before, so he'll be damned if he's not going to keep pursuing it forever.