Shattered
Title: Shattered
Pairing: Jovinick
Rating: Um.....geez....no idea really. I guess PG-13, to be safe. They only kiss and there mentions of a dream, so yeah.
Genre: Fluff/Angst, I guess.
Warnings: Slash, some language.
Word Count: 401
Summary: He always turns the car around for them.
First fanfic for the JoBros. Based off the song Shattered by O.A.R. I woke up with the song in my head and actually wrote this in my first class in like 15 minutes because it wouldn't leave me alone. I'm actually....rather proud of it. So let me know how I did. And let me know if I should change ratings or genres or anything. Thanks!
‘Another time, another town another everything but it's always back to you.’
He likes this song, likes how ironic it is.
He’ll always turn the car around for either of them.
Both of them.
Doesn’t matter.
He could be dying and he’d run to them if they called.
If they needed him.
Not that they often do.
They have each other most of the time.
That’s fine with him.
(Oh, God, it’s so far from fine it’s not even funny.)
He’s sick; he knows this, falling for his brothers.
Oh yeah, the ones that are dating each other.
Those brothers.
He’s broken so many times that he’s shattered, but what can he do?
All he ever feels anymore is the realness that he’s so desperately faking.
Nick calls, sniffling about Kevin.
Something about how he’s working too much, who knows?
‘Come watch a movie with me’ he says, ‘Please.’
He turns the car around.
Heads over.
Imagine his surprise with Kevin’s standing behind Nick when he opens the apartment door.
They’re holding a notebook. (He was wondering where that went.)
They’re staring and he’s staring back, confused, and then…
…Fuck, they definitely read it.
All his depressing (lovesick) entries.
Those stupid doodles. (Little hearts with JJ+NJ, JJ+KJ, sometimes NJ+JJ+KJ, he’s always in the middle.)
And they’re still staring while his stomach drops to his feet and his heart gets stuck in his throat and, oh god, he can’t breathe…
He drops to his knees, gasping. (God knows he’s dreamed of being on his knees before them but he wasn’t gagging on air, that’s for sure.)
They help him to the couch.
Nick is hugging him; Kevin is stroking the back of his hand with his thumb.
He doesn’t understand why they aren’t yelling, screaming, laughing, punching, something, anything other than comforting him. (Pitying him, he thinks bitterly.)
After he’s done crying, after he can finally breathe again, waiting for the fallout that never comes, he manages to croak out hoarsely:
‘Why?’
They smile at him.
‘Because we finally defined what we after.’
And suddenly Nick is kissing him.
Then Kevin is.
And then they’re kissing each other.
He’s confused but contentment is settling in his stomach and he quirks his lips.
He knows his days of being broken and shattered are coming to an end.
He’ll never have to turn the car around again.
Because he’s finally right where he belongs.