mcfly-slash ... Curiosity
so, i think i have mentioned that simple plan are the best band ever?
because last week they prove it again.
they are the best. period.
all of them. even (and especially) the diva.
buttttt .. i am ill now. i can't speak. and work pisses me off. and my dad, he really pisses me off.
my life, basically.
anyway, story?
Title: Curiosity
Author: me
Rating: PG12 (there could be a swearword here and there, but it’s clean otherwise)
Chapter: 1/1 … Standalone
Genre: Romance
Pairing: FletcherJones
Summary: I think I’d like to be you, Danny.
Disclaimer: no true
Dedication: to the_first_chibi who prompted me with ‘Curiosity’ and wanted a Flones. And here it is. And if you want to prompt me as well, you can do it here.
Author’s note: I don’t know if I’m happy with this. Apparently, I was so eager about that whole prompting-thing that I forgot that I have to write other pairings than Pudd as well, oops :)
“If you could be anyone else for one day, who would you like to be and why?” Tom read aloud from the card in his hand that he had gotten from the host of the radio show they were currently at.
“Oh, that’s a good one!” the host said, “Guys?”
“Dead or alive?” Dougie questioned.
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Then I’d like to be Steve Irwin. You know, the Crocodile Hunter. I really have a lot of respect for him, how he lived with all those animals around him and his family without being scared. If I could, I’d like to be him.”
“Nice one. Harry?”
“Oh dear, I have no idea. The Queen?”
“The Queen?” Dougie checked.
“Yeah. I wanna know what she’s up to all day.”
“Fair enough. How about you, Danny?”
“You don’t need to ask him, he’s just gonna say Springsteen.” Harry cut in.
“Well, he’s a legend, isn’t he?”
“But you always say you wanna be Springsteen. Say something else for a change.”
“Okay then. Erm … I think I’d like to be David Beckham. You know, just to see what it’s like to be so super-famous that you can’t even go to Tescos without paparazzi following you. That, and to be married to a Spice Girl.”
“Good answer. And what about yourself, Tom?”
“What, me?”
“Yeah, we’re missing your answer.”
“I thought I don’t need to answer. I asked the question.” Tom admitted, blushing slightly.
“Oh come on Tom, humour us.” Harry encouraged.
“I think …” Tom paused. “I think I’d like to be you, Danny.” Tom looked at his fellow guitarrist, blushing even harder.
Danny looked puzzled. “Me? Why’s that?”
“Dunno. Sometimes I just wanna know what goes on in your head.”
“That’s easy, seeing as it’s not that much.” Harry commented dryly, making everyone around him laugh.
Everyone apart from Tom, who tried his best to avoid Danny’s questioning eyes for the rest of the interview and for the rest of the day.
It was only when they all were at home in the evening, when Tom couldn’t escape anymore.
He had just started preparing himself some food for dinner when the doorbell rang. Tom went for the door and when he saw it was Danny outside on his porch, he wished he had pretended to not be at home.
“Ran outta food. Again.” Danny explained as he pushed past Tom into the blonde’s house, “And Dougs buggered off to Harry’s, probably for the same reason.”
“You both would starve if it wasn’t for Harry or me. Pasta alright with you?”
“As long as it’s food I’m not bothered. Need help?”
“Make some salad?”
“Sure.”
The two of them went into the kitchen where Tom continued his activities and Danny started raiding cupboards and drawers, getting everything together he needed for the salad.
For the first few minutes both went about their business in silence and Tom couldn’t help feeling that all this just seemed so … right. Him and Danny preparing dinner in the kitchen like it was the most normal thing in the world, as if it was something they did every day.
“So …” Danny suddenly spoke, “That thing you said at the radio show today …”
“What thing?”
“About you wanting to be me. Why’d you pick me?”
“I said it, I wanna know what goes on in your head. I wanna figure out the way you think, I guess.”
“Yeah, but why me? Dougs has a weirder logic than I have.”
“Dan, Dougie doesn’t even understand himself most of the time.”
“What about Harry then?”
Tom shrugged. “Harry is easy. He thinks in simple terms. Being him isn’t a challenge.”
“So you think being me is a challenge?”
“Oh god Danny, no. I didn’t mean it like that.” Tom said, panic appearing in his voice, “Of course I’m not saying being you is a challenge. I’m just … I’m curious.”
“Why? I’m one of the most normal people in the world, nothing special about me.”
“See, that’s exactly it!”
“What’s exactly what?”
“You’re always so laid-back and so humble. It seems like nothing bothers you. I just want to know how it feels to be like that. What goes on in that head of yours that makes you not worry what people say about you or not think about consequences and just live day after day, knowing that things will work out one way or another. How does that work?”
“Dunno.” Danny shrugged. “It just works, I guess. If I was constantly worrying about this or thinking about that, it’d make me insane. Life’s meant to be lived, not thought through.”
“But …” Tom stopped himself. “Nevermind.”
He turned away from Danny, drawing his attention back to the pasta cooking in front of him on the stove.
He still didn’t understand it. How Danny could be so easy-going about everything. There were so many dangers out there, especially for him. Being introverted had never been Danny’s thing, he blurted things out the second they entered his brain, not thinking what they might cause. If they were out and Danny had one drink too many, he stopped caring that there could be a journalist in the room when he pressed a random male against a club’s wall, kissing the life out of him.
“I’m just curious what it’s like to simply not care.” Tom then stated, not being able to hold his thoughts in, turning back around to Danny, “I’m curious what it’s like not to be bothered about what people think about you.”
“I am bothered about what people think of me.”
“You don’t seem it.”
“I am though. But not in the way you are, cos really, you worry too much about too many things. I mean, you’re right, I couldn’t care less about what random people say or think about me. Why should I? They just talk about me cos I’m in the band. If I was just a bloke in the pub they wouldn’t care about what I do. So why should I waste a thought on them? But when it’s people who are important to me, then I care of course.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Mind, when I first came to meet your parents, mate, I was shitting myself.”
“Why? My parents loved you before they even met you.”
“Still, I always thought they end up hating me once they got to know me. I mean, I was the scrubby Bolton-boy who was suddenly on their doorstep, dreaming about being in a band with their son. Not really the best first impression, right? Or … when Fletch told me I had to live in the hotel with you. He almost gave me a heart attack at that.”
“But we spent plenty of time with each other before that.”
“We did but it always was with your family or James around after a while. And all of a sudden it was meant to be just you and me in a hotel room. I was worried that just the tiniest things I did could piss you off to a point where you didn’t want to be my friend anymore. And that scared me to death because you always were a different sort of friend for me. I couldn’t play football with you and random parties and getting hammered and going out on the pull weren’t your thing but you were the first of my friends who saw that there was more to me than the loud obnoxious twat from up north. And I didn’t want to fuck that up. I didn’t want to fuck up with you.” Danny paused. “It’s true, I don’t really care about most things. But what I do care about are the important things. Like you and what you think of me.” He smiled lightly, letting the happy-go-lucky side of his personality appear again. “There, I gave you an inside tour of my head.”
Tom smiled. “Thanks.”
The two continued making dinner in silence. But curiosity rose in Tom more and more. Now that Danny had started talking about his thoughts, all Tom wanted was to hear more of it, get an even deeper inside look into his friend’s head and heart. Now he wanted to know how he deeply felt about the things he had achieved with the band, if there was anything he wanted to change about himself or his life, how he thought of Dougie and Harry, how he thought and maybe felt about him, Tom.
“It’s nice being like that.” Danny suddenly stated, as if he had read Tom’s thoughts, while he got out plates from a kitchen cupboard. “Us making dinner and all that. It’s nice to be perfectly normal for once, you know. No Doug, no Harry, no Fletch, no fans, no band. Just you and me making dinner. Know what I mean?”
Tom nodded.
“I really like that we can be like that after more than four years. That we don’t get bored of each other.”
“I could never get bored of you, Danny.”
“And that’s the good thing, don’t you think? There’s still things we find out about each other every day even though we already know each other inside out. You’re still curious to find out about the way I think after more than four years. I think that’s well awesome.”
Tom nodded absent-mindedly. “Yeah … it is.”
Tom then began scooping food onto the plates Danny set out for him on the worktop, Danny’s eyes never leaving him.
“There’s one thing about you that makes me curious too, actually.” Danny said, suddenly seeming much closer to Tom.
“What is it?” Tom whispered out, the proximity to Danny making it impossible for him to speak at a normal volume.
“If I kissed you right now, what would happen?”
The question threw Tom off. He blinked a few times, not sure if Danny was just joking or if he was indeed serious. But one look deep into his friend’s eyes and he had his answer.
“Usually you don’t worry about what happens if you kiss someone.”
Danny nodded slowly, thoughtful. “But this isn’t someone, Tom. It’s you. And as I said, I don’t want to fuck up with you. And maybe kissing you will make me fuck up and I rather not kiss you, missing out on it and what could come of it, than lose you completely. I can live without having you.” He paused. “But I can’t live without you.”
Tom sighed at that, letting Danny’s words soothe him for a moment, bringing the butterflies that had started a riot inside his belly after Danny had asked him that question to a rest. He still looked deeply into Danny’s eyes, seeing all the unanswered questions mixed with the worry and the fear of rejection. For the first time in four years, Danny was an open book to Tom, letting him read all his emotions.
Tom smiled. “I think you don’t need to be curious any longer.”
The End
Comments are appreciated.
because last week they prove it again.
they are the best. period.
all of them. even (and especially) the diva.
buttttt .. i am ill now. i can't speak. and work pisses me off. and my dad, he really pisses me off.
my life, basically.
anyway, story?
Title: Curiosity
Author: me
Rating: PG12 (there could be a swearword here and there, but it’s clean otherwise)
Chapter: 1/1 … Standalone
Genre: Romance
Pairing: FletcherJones
Summary: I think I’d like to be you, Danny.
Disclaimer: no true
Dedication: to the_first_chibi who prompted me with ‘Curiosity’ and wanted a Flones. And here it is. And if you want to prompt me as well, you can do it here.
Author’s note: I don’t know if I’m happy with this. Apparently, I was so eager about that whole prompting-thing that I forgot that I have to write other pairings than Pudd as well, oops :)
“If you could be anyone else for one day, who would you like to be and why?” Tom read aloud from the card in his hand that he had gotten from the host of the radio show they were currently at.
“Oh, that’s a good one!” the host said, “Guys?”
“Dead or alive?” Dougie questioned.
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Then I’d like to be Steve Irwin. You know, the Crocodile Hunter. I really have a lot of respect for him, how he lived with all those animals around him and his family without being scared. If I could, I’d like to be him.”
“Nice one. Harry?”
“Oh dear, I have no idea. The Queen?”
“The Queen?” Dougie checked.
“Yeah. I wanna know what she’s up to all day.”
“Fair enough. How about you, Danny?”
“You don’t need to ask him, he’s just gonna say Springsteen.” Harry cut in.
“Well, he’s a legend, isn’t he?”
“But you always say you wanna be Springsteen. Say something else for a change.”
“Okay then. Erm … I think I’d like to be David Beckham. You know, just to see what it’s like to be so super-famous that you can’t even go to Tescos without paparazzi following you. That, and to be married to a Spice Girl.”
“Good answer. And what about yourself, Tom?”
“What, me?”
“Yeah, we’re missing your answer.”
“I thought I don’t need to answer. I asked the question.” Tom admitted, blushing slightly.
“Oh come on Tom, humour us.” Harry encouraged.
“I think …” Tom paused. “I think I’d like to be you, Danny.” Tom looked at his fellow guitarrist, blushing even harder.
Danny looked puzzled. “Me? Why’s that?”
“Dunno. Sometimes I just wanna know what goes on in your head.”
“That’s easy, seeing as it’s not that much.” Harry commented dryly, making everyone around him laugh.
Everyone apart from Tom, who tried his best to avoid Danny’s questioning eyes for the rest of the interview and for the rest of the day.
It was only when they all were at home in the evening, when Tom couldn’t escape anymore.
He had just started preparing himself some food for dinner when the doorbell rang. Tom went for the door and when he saw it was Danny outside on his porch, he wished he had pretended to not be at home.
“Ran outta food. Again.” Danny explained as he pushed past Tom into the blonde’s house, “And Dougs buggered off to Harry’s, probably for the same reason.”
“You both would starve if it wasn’t for Harry or me. Pasta alright with you?”
“As long as it’s food I’m not bothered. Need help?”
“Make some salad?”
“Sure.”
The two of them went into the kitchen where Tom continued his activities and Danny started raiding cupboards and drawers, getting everything together he needed for the salad.
For the first few minutes both went about their business in silence and Tom couldn’t help feeling that all this just seemed so … right. Him and Danny preparing dinner in the kitchen like it was the most normal thing in the world, as if it was something they did every day.
“So …” Danny suddenly spoke, “That thing you said at the radio show today …”
“What thing?”
“About you wanting to be me. Why’d you pick me?”
“I said it, I wanna know what goes on in your head. I wanna figure out the way you think, I guess.”
“Yeah, but why me? Dougs has a weirder logic than I have.”
“Dan, Dougie doesn’t even understand himself most of the time.”
“What about Harry then?”
Tom shrugged. “Harry is easy. He thinks in simple terms. Being him isn’t a challenge.”
“So you think being me is a challenge?”
“Oh god Danny, no. I didn’t mean it like that.” Tom said, panic appearing in his voice, “Of course I’m not saying being you is a challenge. I’m just … I’m curious.”
“Why? I’m one of the most normal people in the world, nothing special about me.”
“See, that’s exactly it!”
“What’s exactly what?”
“You’re always so laid-back and so humble. It seems like nothing bothers you. I just want to know how it feels to be like that. What goes on in that head of yours that makes you not worry what people say about you or not think about consequences and just live day after day, knowing that things will work out one way or another. How does that work?”
“Dunno.” Danny shrugged. “It just works, I guess. If I was constantly worrying about this or thinking about that, it’d make me insane. Life’s meant to be lived, not thought through.”
“But …” Tom stopped himself. “Nevermind.”
He turned away from Danny, drawing his attention back to the pasta cooking in front of him on the stove.
He still didn’t understand it. How Danny could be so easy-going about everything. There were so many dangers out there, especially for him. Being introverted had never been Danny’s thing, he blurted things out the second they entered his brain, not thinking what they might cause. If they were out and Danny had one drink too many, he stopped caring that there could be a journalist in the room when he pressed a random male against a club’s wall, kissing the life out of him.
“I’m just curious what it’s like to simply not care.” Tom then stated, not being able to hold his thoughts in, turning back around to Danny, “I’m curious what it’s like not to be bothered about what people think about you.”
“I am bothered about what people think of me.”
“You don’t seem it.”
“I am though. But not in the way you are, cos really, you worry too much about too many things. I mean, you’re right, I couldn’t care less about what random people say or think about me. Why should I? They just talk about me cos I’m in the band. If I was just a bloke in the pub they wouldn’t care about what I do. So why should I waste a thought on them? But when it’s people who are important to me, then I care of course.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Mind, when I first came to meet your parents, mate, I was shitting myself.”
“Why? My parents loved you before they even met you.”
“Still, I always thought they end up hating me once they got to know me. I mean, I was the scrubby Bolton-boy who was suddenly on their doorstep, dreaming about being in a band with their son. Not really the best first impression, right? Or … when Fletch told me I had to live in the hotel with you. He almost gave me a heart attack at that.”
“But we spent plenty of time with each other before that.”
“We did but it always was with your family or James around after a while. And all of a sudden it was meant to be just you and me in a hotel room. I was worried that just the tiniest things I did could piss you off to a point where you didn’t want to be my friend anymore. And that scared me to death because you always were a different sort of friend for me. I couldn’t play football with you and random parties and getting hammered and going out on the pull weren’t your thing but you were the first of my friends who saw that there was more to me than the loud obnoxious twat from up north. And I didn’t want to fuck that up. I didn’t want to fuck up with you.” Danny paused. “It’s true, I don’t really care about most things. But what I do care about are the important things. Like you and what you think of me.” He smiled lightly, letting the happy-go-lucky side of his personality appear again. “There, I gave you an inside tour of my head.”
Tom smiled. “Thanks.”
The two continued making dinner in silence. But curiosity rose in Tom more and more. Now that Danny had started talking about his thoughts, all Tom wanted was to hear more of it, get an even deeper inside look into his friend’s head and heart. Now he wanted to know how he deeply felt about the things he had achieved with the band, if there was anything he wanted to change about himself or his life, how he thought of Dougie and Harry, how he thought and maybe felt about him, Tom.
“It’s nice being like that.” Danny suddenly stated, as if he had read Tom’s thoughts, while he got out plates from a kitchen cupboard. “Us making dinner and all that. It’s nice to be perfectly normal for once, you know. No Doug, no Harry, no Fletch, no fans, no band. Just you and me making dinner. Know what I mean?”
Tom nodded.
“I really like that we can be like that after more than four years. That we don’t get bored of each other.”
“I could never get bored of you, Danny.”
“And that’s the good thing, don’t you think? There’s still things we find out about each other every day even though we already know each other inside out. You’re still curious to find out about the way I think after more than four years. I think that’s well awesome.”
Tom nodded absent-mindedly. “Yeah … it is.”
Tom then began scooping food onto the plates Danny set out for him on the worktop, Danny’s eyes never leaving him.
“There’s one thing about you that makes me curious too, actually.” Danny said, suddenly seeming much closer to Tom.
“What is it?” Tom whispered out, the proximity to Danny making it impossible for him to speak at a normal volume.
“If I kissed you right now, what would happen?”
The question threw Tom off. He blinked a few times, not sure if Danny was just joking or if he was indeed serious. But one look deep into his friend’s eyes and he had his answer.
“Usually you don’t worry about what happens if you kiss someone.”
Danny nodded slowly, thoughtful. “But this isn’t someone, Tom. It’s you. And as I said, I don’t want to fuck up with you. And maybe kissing you will make me fuck up and I rather not kiss you, missing out on it and what could come of it, than lose you completely. I can live without having you.” He paused. “But I can’t live without you.”
Tom sighed at that, letting Danny’s words soothe him for a moment, bringing the butterflies that had started a riot inside his belly after Danny had asked him that question to a rest. He still looked deeply into Danny’s eyes, seeing all the unanswered questions mixed with the worry and the fear of rejection. For the first time in four years, Danny was an open book to Tom, letting him read all his emotions.
Tom smiled. “I think you don’t need to be curious any longer.”
The End
Comments are appreciated.