Joining a Fanclub, Big Mistake [Chapter Seven]
Okay, okay. I've decided from now on I'm going to post at least once a week. Make myself actually have a 'due date' of sorts. Narf. Uhm. Yeah. OMGx3 comes out in two days-ish, whoopeee~ -jumps up and down- Yeah, yeah. You're probably going to kill me for this chapter, btw, so...-giggles at the ending- I want Shawn to read at my funeral. xDDD
Title: Joining a Fan Club, Big Mistake.
Chapter: Seven/?
Summary: AU. Bobby gets a chance to meet famous John Allerdyce, a writer.
Pairing: Bobby/John [...soon. x: Maybe. ;D] Alex Summers/Sam Guthrie [hinted]
Rating: PG-13? [this chap]
Disclaimer: Not mine. D:
Notes: AU means no powers means… Not Fun, but I couldn’t resist doing this. Dedicated to train_diskense again. Oh yeah. About the IM convo? ...x___x whatever. Those people were just in there becuase they were so awesome. Not a major part of the story, or whatever. xP <3
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Chapter Seven: The Dangers of Being a Fanboy.
They told him to go home. Go back home. Go get some sleep.
Bobby had called Kitty up and she had given him a ride to Scott’s place. At least, once Bobby explained ‘Why the HELL aren’t you kissing John?!’, to put it how Kitty had. And they had told him to go home! After, what, not even an hour? But apparently, there was no need for anybody to be wasting sleep over this, over…whatever it was, over Scott being hurt.
But oh, then, once he got there, they say that they thought he they found Scott anyway! Or so Kitty had told him, because she’d been called by, apparently, more reliable sources. So Kitty had asked if he wanted to still go, or to turn around…Because he didn’t need to go, right? Of course.
At that point, Bobby had glanced out the window, hoping to see John, by some spring of luck-he must have a bit of luck in him, after all, he won that once-in-a-lifetime chance with John, remember? …But he wasn’t there. Bobby had let out a sigh. Of course he was sure.
Bobby had made his way home, and collapsed on the bed tiredly. Nobody was telling him anything anymore, nobody ever told him anything. A sigh and Bobby shifted, kicking his shoes off and not even bothering to change his clothes as he pulled his laptop from his bedside table. It was skinny, it was slightly small, it had lots of memory, and it was perfect for what Bobby needed it for. But what could he say. Jean-Paul knew people.
Now, you might be asking why Bobby doesn’t just go on his computer, why he has a laptop. There are a few reasons for that. One of them being that this had been a gift, another because his laptop was here and his computer was all the way over there…Oh. There was also the fact that he liked to do his fanfics on his laptop, because he could take that everywhere and he couldn’t exactly take his computer everywhere. You see, Bobby never really liked writing on paper, so when he did, he usually procrastinated forever because he had ‘got it done’ he just hadn’t, typed it out yet.
…But that was besides the point. Opening the laptop, he wiped the slight dust that had settled on it and pressed the power button, waiting for it to load from its hibernation. Bobby wasn’t lazy in saving his files and closing his windows, really, he wasn’t. That’s so not why he had it set to hibernation when he pressed the button, really.
A list of usernames popped up. Robert Drake and Jean-Paul Beaubier were the only two names that were there. Bobby had a picture of John-obviously-by his name, and JP had this smilee face thing that Bobby had drawn on the computer the first time he got it.
Clicking his own username, he entered the password quickly, waiting rather impatiently as the thing loaded, because he did want to get to bed, you know. Charlie-what he’d named his laptop-was usually faster than this. Or maybe he just thought Charlie was faster because he was being impatient now, because he wanted to go to sleep, to sleep away the fact that yesterday was so screwed and oh god tomorrow he would get to start over. At least he could dream.
Three Microsoft Word Documents popped up, one AIM conversation with JP was open-he’d sent him some pictures of John two days ago which he hadn’t gotten a chance to look at properly yet-and a picture that he was working on to make a background on Photoshop. He needed to finish that, seeing it now…
Not now.
Bobby smiled slightly, relaxing in his bed, laptop humming rather soothingly, a slight heat on his legs where Charlie was perched.
Quickly connecting to the Internet, Bobby opened ‘Mozilla Firefox’, his web browser, and, to no surprise, ‘Dry_Ice’ had been set as his homepage, automatically opening whenever he opened a new window of Firefox. He wasn’t obsessed. Really.
His smile grew at an author that he saw who updated, and Bobby made a quick mental note to go read that later-because he was, what, three chapters behind by now?-and minimized the window, opening and closing the next chapter to his fic. He’d already saved it, proofread it, and finished it-though not in that order, of course-and had been too tired last time he’d been on to actually post it.
Posting it quickly, he realized that people would want to know what happened, and you know, ignoring the fact that he didn’t even know what happened, Bobby quickly edited the top with a note. ‘It’s late, don’t ask what happened. I’ll spill tomorrow, promise.’ Quick and brief. And with that all finished, Bobby grinned and closed the window, pressing the power button on Charlie, moving it to the side table, and burrowing under his covers. Bobby fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
‘ Tap, Tap, Tap…Tap, Tap, Tap.’ A Pause.
‘Click.’ ‘Beeep.’ ‘Click’.
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Kentucky Confetti (3:20:34 AM): Whaaat?!
Burnt-Pidgeons (3:20:37 AM): Sam, did anybody tell you that you have like, the gayest and most adorable screenname ever? O__o
Kentucky Confetti (3:21:49 AM): Angii, shut up. Have you looked at yours? Gawd. Go away.I’m tired.
Zombeeism (3:22:13 AM): Both of you shut up. -__-
Prideful Kitsune (3:24:10 AM): …Sam, you goin’ through with this, right?
Burnt-Pidgeons (3:24:15 AM): you better not back out of it now, Sam.
Zombeeism (3:24:16 AM): Sam? We can and we will force you if you don’t do it…
Kentucky Confetti (3:24:42 AM): Be quiet, all of you, I’m almost done, heh.
Zombeeism(3:24:53 AM): He’s going to hate you, you know. Lol.
Burnt-Pidgeons (3:25:13 AM): I think he’s going to love Sammysamsam<333 (just like I do :D)
Prideful Kitsune (3:25:24 AM): You think he’s gonna, like…
Kentucky Confetti (3:25:32 AM): What’s he gonna do, shake his mouse at me? XD (Angii, go away. X_X)
Burnt-Pidgeons (3:25:45 AM): lmao, wouldn’t put it past him. (you’re such an ass ): )
Zombeeism (3:25:59 AM): Sam, he knows where you live you know.
Kentucky Confetti (3:26:18 AM): Yeah, but I’m on vacation in California, away from Bobby, w/ Alex, ‘member? (I know :3)
Prideful Kitsune (3:26: 22 AM): remind us, wtf are you doing with Alex anyway?
Zombeeism (3:26:25 AM): Yeah, he’s such an ass :/
Burnt-Pidgeons (3:26:32 AM): Yeah, but he’s cute…I guess. Sam?
Kentucky Confetti (3:38:21 AM): gtgbye
(Kentucky Confetti has signed off at 3:38:24 AM)
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‘Tap, Tap, Tap’
The blonde haired Kentuckian leaned back in his chair. Darkness surrounded the room, the only light coming from a lone computer screen in what was, apparently, Sam Guthrie’s bedroom.
“Sam? You staying on that computer all night?” A voice startled Sam, and he glanced over back towards an attaching room, revealing another source of light and…another blonde head peering out into the darkness.
“Ah’ll be rahgt there, Alex.” Sam said with a grin, as the other blonde disappeared into his room. A few more clicks, and Sam was done. He looked at the webpage. ‘The Dangers of Being a Fanboy’ peered out at him, small white text over a grey background. He’d done it. Now…to catch up on that ‘sleep’ he’d missed…
Maybe it was bad that the first thing that Bobby did every day was check ‘Dry_Ice’ for any new stories, any new updates. But it wasn’t surprising, really, that he checked it first at least this morning. When Bobby grabbed his laptop and started typing-everything, anything, another fanfic, another chapter, he didn’t care as long as he was doing something-tearing his mind away from what happened yesterday, to the stupid memories, the ones that he clung to and hated so much. He wanted to avoid them as much and as long as possible, because…he hated the fact that he could’ve stayed, that he hadn’t had 24 hours with John like he was promised. That he could have, but he hadn’t. And now…Now? Now he was never going to see John again up close like he had. The once-in-a-lifetime-chance went down the drain.
So he read his reviews, typed out things, read some fics. He had to keep his mind away, to stay less despressed, less thinking about it…he knew he had to tell what happened just…just not yet. He wasn’t ready to tell yet, when he still hadn’t figured it out by his-self.
And then…Then Bobby paused. A new writer, but there was no…no variation of ‘omfgg haiiii I’m new and I just love john!!!’ etc, etc. Or anything like that. There was just…
‘Title: The Dangers of Being a Fanboy
Rating: R
Summary: I suck at summaries, story is better. Promise.
Warnings: Slash. Sex. Yeah.’
And of course Bobby clicks, interested. They had another slashfan? Well he would just have to welcome him aboard! So Bobby reads the fic. It’s rather long, 21 pages-ish, he’d guess-and the person doesn’t use any names, just descriptions. It’s been used before though, and this person used it in such a good style that he didn’t pay it any other thought until…
Oh God Bobby!” John came with a moan, though it was muffled by his teeth on Bobby’s shoulder. Soon enough, hit with the feeling of John inside him, well, that just sent Bobby over the edge, and he came with a shout. And they relaxed there, in each other’s arms, for…for just a few moments. A few sacred moments where it was only John and Bobby, Bobby and John. Not writer and fanboy pulled together by chance…no, not at all. Just regular Bobby and John.
And then Bobby let out a murmur, and John raised a finger to his lips, before laying down in bed, pulling Bobby down with him, as he wrapped his arms around the male’s torso. “You’re not going to leave me that easily…”
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Heyya Bobby! Just wanted to check how things were goin’. I know ya’ll miss me over there. Err…Oh. Happy…belated/early Birthday?
…Angii, Mels, and kit made me do it I swear.
…Oh god he was just going to KILL Sam. And he knew it was Sam because, well, who else used ‘ya’ll’, knew him and the aforementioned people, knew about his obsession towards John and…Yes. It was definitely Sam. And besides the fact that he had, well, just simply wrote that fic, it had been rather hot and, now, now…
Knock, Knock.
Title: Joining a Fan Club, Big Mistake.
Chapter: Seven/?
Summary: AU. Bobby gets a chance to meet famous John Allerdyce, a writer.
Pairing: Bobby/John [...soon. x: Maybe. ;D] Alex Summers/Sam Guthrie [hinted]
Rating: PG-13? [this chap]
Disclaimer: Not mine. D:
Notes: AU means no powers means… Not Fun, but I couldn’t resist doing this. Dedicated to train_diskense again. Oh yeah. About the IM convo? ...x___x whatever. Those people were just in there becuase they were so awesome. Not a major part of the story, or whatever. xP <3
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Chapter Seven: The Dangers of Being a Fanboy.
They told him to go home. Go back home. Go get some sleep.
Bobby had called Kitty up and she had given him a ride to Scott’s place. At least, once Bobby explained ‘Why the HELL aren’t you kissing John?!’, to put it how Kitty had. And they had told him to go home! After, what, not even an hour? But apparently, there was no need for anybody to be wasting sleep over this, over…whatever it was, over Scott being hurt.
But oh, then, once he got there, they say that they thought he they found Scott anyway! Or so Kitty had told him, because she’d been called by, apparently, more reliable sources. So Kitty had asked if he wanted to still go, or to turn around…Because he didn’t need to go, right? Of course.
At that point, Bobby had glanced out the window, hoping to see John, by some spring of luck-he must have a bit of luck in him, after all, he won that once-in-a-lifetime chance with John, remember? …But he wasn’t there. Bobby had let out a sigh. Of course he was sure.
Bobby had made his way home, and collapsed on the bed tiredly. Nobody was telling him anything anymore, nobody ever told him anything. A sigh and Bobby shifted, kicking his shoes off and not even bothering to change his clothes as he pulled his laptop from his bedside table. It was skinny, it was slightly small, it had lots of memory, and it was perfect for what Bobby needed it for. But what could he say. Jean-Paul knew people.
Now, you might be asking why Bobby doesn’t just go on his computer, why he has a laptop. There are a few reasons for that. One of them being that this had been a gift, another because his laptop was here and his computer was all the way over there…Oh. There was also the fact that he liked to do his fanfics on his laptop, because he could take that everywhere and he couldn’t exactly take his computer everywhere. You see, Bobby never really liked writing on paper, so when he did, he usually procrastinated forever because he had ‘got it done’ he just hadn’t, typed it out yet.
…But that was besides the point. Opening the laptop, he wiped the slight dust that had settled on it and pressed the power button, waiting for it to load from its hibernation. Bobby wasn’t lazy in saving his files and closing his windows, really, he wasn’t. That’s so not why he had it set to hibernation when he pressed the button, really.
A list of usernames popped up. Robert Drake and Jean-Paul Beaubier were the only two names that were there. Bobby had a picture of John-obviously-by his name, and JP had this smilee face thing that Bobby had drawn on the computer the first time he got it.
Clicking his own username, he entered the password quickly, waiting rather impatiently as the thing loaded, because he did want to get to bed, you know. Charlie-what he’d named his laptop-was usually faster than this. Or maybe he just thought Charlie was faster because he was being impatient now, because he wanted to go to sleep, to sleep away the fact that yesterday was so screwed and oh god tomorrow he would get to start over. At least he could dream.
Three Microsoft Word Documents popped up, one AIM conversation with JP was open-he’d sent him some pictures of John two days ago which he hadn’t gotten a chance to look at properly yet-and a picture that he was working on to make a background on Photoshop. He needed to finish that, seeing it now…
Not now.
Bobby smiled slightly, relaxing in his bed, laptop humming rather soothingly, a slight heat on his legs where Charlie was perched.
Quickly connecting to the Internet, Bobby opened ‘Mozilla Firefox’, his web browser, and, to no surprise, ‘Dry_Ice’ had been set as his homepage, automatically opening whenever he opened a new window of Firefox. He wasn’t obsessed. Really.
His smile grew at an author that he saw who updated, and Bobby made a quick mental note to go read that later-because he was, what, three chapters behind by now?-and minimized the window, opening and closing the next chapter to his fic. He’d already saved it, proofread it, and finished it-though not in that order, of course-and had been too tired last time he’d been on to actually post it.
Posting it quickly, he realized that people would want to know what happened, and you know, ignoring the fact that he didn’t even know what happened, Bobby quickly edited the top with a note. ‘It’s late, don’t ask what happened. I’ll spill tomorrow, promise.’ Quick and brief. And with that all finished, Bobby grinned and closed the window, pressing the power button on Charlie, moving it to the side table, and burrowing under his covers. Bobby fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
‘ Tap, Tap, Tap…Tap, Tap, Tap.’ A Pause.
‘Click.’ ‘Beeep.’ ‘Click’.
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Kentucky Confetti (3:20:34 AM): Whaaat?!
Burnt-Pidgeons (3:20:37 AM): Sam, did anybody tell you that you have like, the gayest and most adorable screenname ever? O__o
Kentucky Confetti (3:21:49 AM): Angii, shut up. Have you looked at yours? Gawd. Go away.I’m tired.
Zombeeism (3:22:13 AM): Both of you shut up. -__-
Prideful Kitsune (3:24:10 AM): …Sam, you goin’ through with this, right?
Burnt-Pidgeons (3:24:15 AM): you better not back out of it now, Sam.
Zombeeism (3:24:16 AM): Sam? We can and we will force you if you don’t do it…
Kentucky Confetti (3:24:42 AM): Be quiet, all of you, I’m almost done, heh.
Zombeeism(3:24:53 AM): He’s going to hate you, you know. Lol.
Burnt-Pidgeons (3:25:13 AM): I think he’s going to love Sammysamsam<333 (just like I do :D)
Prideful Kitsune (3:25:24 AM): You think he’s gonna, like…
Kentucky Confetti (3:25:32 AM): What’s he gonna do, shake his mouse at me? XD (Angii, go away. X_X)
Burnt-Pidgeons (3:25:45 AM): lmao, wouldn’t put it past him. (you’re such an ass ): )
Zombeeism (3:25:59 AM): Sam, he knows where you live you know.
Kentucky Confetti (3:26:18 AM): Yeah, but I’m on vacation in California, away from Bobby, w/ Alex, ‘member? (I know :3)
Prideful Kitsune (3:26: 22 AM): remind us, wtf are you doing with Alex anyway?
Zombeeism (3:26:25 AM): Yeah, he’s such an ass :/
Burnt-Pidgeons (3:26:32 AM): Yeah, but he’s cute…I guess. Sam?
Kentucky Confetti (3:38:21 AM): gtgbye
(Kentucky Confetti has signed off at 3:38:24 AM)
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‘Tap, Tap, Tap’
The blonde haired Kentuckian leaned back in his chair. Darkness surrounded the room, the only light coming from a lone computer screen in what was, apparently, Sam Guthrie’s bedroom.
“Sam? You staying on that computer all night?” A voice startled Sam, and he glanced over back towards an attaching room, revealing another source of light and…another blonde head peering out into the darkness.
“Ah’ll be rahgt there, Alex.” Sam said with a grin, as the other blonde disappeared into his room. A few more clicks, and Sam was done. He looked at the webpage. ‘The Dangers of Being a Fanboy’ peered out at him, small white text over a grey background. He’d done it. Now…to catch up on that ‘sleep’ he’d missed…
Maybe it was bad that the first thing that Bobby did every day was check ‘Dry_Ice’ for any new stories, any new updates. But it wasn’t surprising, really, that he checked it first at least this morning. When Bobby grabbed his laptop and started typing-everything, anything, another fanfic, another chapter, he didn’t care as long as he was doing something-tearing his mind away from what happened yesterday, to the stupid memories, the ones that he clung to and hated so much. He wanted to avoid them as much and as long as possible, because…he hated the fact that he could’ve stayed, that he hadn’t had 24 hours with John like he was promised. That he could have, but he hadn’t. And now…Now? Now he was never going to see John again up close like he had. The once-in-a-lifetime-chance went down the drain.
So he read his reviews, typed out things, read some fics. He had to keep his mind away, to stay less despressed, less thinking about it…he knew he had to tell what happened just…just not yet. He wasn’t ready to tell yet, when he still hadn’t figured it out by his-self.
And then…Then Bobby paused. A new writer, but there was no…no variation of ‘omfgg haiiii I’m new and I just love john!!!’ etc, etc. Or anything like that. There was just…
‘Title: The Dangers of Being a Fanboy
Rating: R
Summary: I suck at summaries, story is better. Promise.
Warnings: Slash. Sex. Yeah.’
And of course Bobby clicks, interested. They had another slashfan? Well he would just have to welcome him aboard! So Bobby reads the fic. It’s rather long, 21 pages-ish, he’d guess-and the person doesn’t use any names, just descriptions. It’s been used before though, and this person used it in such a good style that he didn’t pay it any other thought until…
Oh God Bobby!” John came with a moan, though it was muffled by his teeth on Bobby’s shoulder. Soon enough, hit with the feeling of John inside him, well, that just sent Bobby over the edge, and he came with a shout. And they relaxed there, in each other’s arms, for…for just a few moments. A few sacred moments where it was only John and Bobby, Bobby and John. Not writer and fanboy pulled together by chance…no, not at all. Just regular Bobby and John.
And then Bobby let out a murmur, and John raised a finger to his lips, before laying down in bed, pulling Bobby down with him, as he wrapped his arms around the male’s torso. “You’re not going to leave me that easily…”
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Heyya Bobby! Just wanted to check how things were goin’. I know ya’ll miss me over there. Err…Oh. Happy…belated/early Birthday?
…Angii, Mels, and kit made me do it I swear.
…Oh god he was just going to KILL Sam. And he knew it was Sam because, well, who else used ‘ya’ll’, knew him and the aforementioned people, knew about his obsession towards John and…Yes. It was definitely Sam. And besides the fact that he had, well, just simply wrote that fic, it had been rather hot and, now, now…
Knock, Knock.