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Today is already a bad day, so I'm going to try and post something positive. I'm going away for the weekend and won't be back until Sunday. I shall be having fun with my parents and feelallhigh and sadly there'll be no internet for me until then.
It's a good thing this happened when I could see it.
A Weekend at Pete Rose's (Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet) from Shane Valdés on Vimeo.
BOYS! ♥_♥
I am going to try to write a lot this weekend though and I thought I'd share a few snippets from my current WIPs before I left.
Footnote in a Fairy Tale
The first class lounge was busy, but no one was bothering them. Brendon wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not. Spencer would say it was, if he were awake and Brendon could raise the energy to say the words aloud, but Spencer had curled up in his chair a second after sitting down and mumbled, "Sleeping. Wake me when they flight's called. Not before," in a tone that meant "If you disturb me before I have to get on the plane, the building had better be on fire."
Brendon had played every game on his iPhone, twice, and used Grinder to confirm to himself that the guy in the corner definitely was gay and definitely was looking at him like that. He'd leaned a little closer to Spencer and laid his head on his shoulder for ten minutes until the guy had stopped staring.
The flight to LA wasn't due to depart for another two hours and Brendon was bored. Touring Europe was always amazing, but it did mean a stupid amount of time sitting around airport lounges. Starbucks was calling him, but the two empty cups lying at his feet told him he'd already had enough.
With a sigh, he swung his legs up onto the seat next to him and started scrolling through his address book. Family he'd be seeing soon enough, Eric he'd be seeing in a week, Jon... Brendon's thumb hovered, wanting to scroll past, but feeling something like guilt swell up inside him. The last time he'd talked to Jon had been a month ago, and that had been a quick "We'll catch up soon dude, I promise. It's just hectic right now. I'll call." He hadn't called. It wasn't his fault though, he assured himself. He had been busy. It wasn't his fault that Jon wasn't touring with them. Jon had no one to blame for that but himself.
In Which Bronx Saves The Day
Lennon and Satine's first day of high school started badly.
First, Satine's flat-iron popped a fuse half-way through straightening her hair and there was no one around to fix it.
"I'll get dad," Lennon said from the doorway of their adjoining bathroom, but that only made Satine more upset.
"What good will that do?" she cried. "He'd only call Uncle Spencer to come fix it." She started hunting through her drawers for her curling iron. "And Uncle Spencer is in Europe."
Lennon shrugged. "Maybe Uncle Jon could talk him through it? I'll ask." He ran down to the kitchen where he found the second problem of the morning.
Alex Greenwald was cooking breakfast, half naked.
"Morning Len," Alex said with an easy smile. He added another pancake to the stack. "Happy first day of high school."
"What are you doing here?" Lennon asked, glaring at Alex.
"You're dad and I were working late," Alex replied, nonchalantly. "I fell asleep."
"Sure," Lennon bit out dryly. "Where's dad?"
"He went to get more milk. He's really freaked out this morning. You'd think you hadn't been going to school since you were..."
"That's great," Lennon interrupted and picked up the phone. "I need to call Uncle Jon."
"Why?" Alex asked, turning off the stove. "Come eat your pancakes."
"The fuse blew on Satine's flat-iron. Her hair is stuck somewhere between Rapunzel and Medusa." He glanced at Alex, who looked confused. "Not literally."
"So, why do you need Jon? I can change a fuse."
Lennon stopped mid-dial. It would certainly be quicker to have Alex change the fuse than have Uncle Jon try to talk them through it. On the other hand, if he went upstairs with Alex, Satine might kill them both.
Alex sighed. "I promise not to take it as an indication that you like me."
Lennon nodded and replaced the receiver. "Fair enough."
Twenty minutes later the flat-iron was fixed and Satine was caught between thanking Alex for saving her entire high-school experience from ruin on the first day, and wanting to scream at him to get out of her house and never come back. She settled for being polite.
"Thank you, Alex."
"You're welcome," he said pleasantly. "Now come and eat your pancakes."
That was pushing it. "I have to finish," Satine said quickly and shooed Alex and Lennon from the bathroom.
"I have to..." Lennon began and Alex sighed.
"Can I ask you a question?"
Lennon shrugged.
"Why do you hate me? I mean, your dad is one of my best friends and I have been here your whole life. I never dropped you or hit you. Jesus, I used to sing you both to sleep. I read you Harry Potter. What exactly did I do to make you hate me this much?"
The door opened downstairs and Lennon heard his father drop a bag of groceries on the floor and curse.
"Hello! Where is everyone? First day of high school, guys."
Lennon smiled and looked up to see Alex was doing the same.
"You didn't do anything," he said and it was the truth. Lennon thought he was too young to be dealing with this sort of crap already. Another year and his diary would rival his dad's old lyrics. He sighed. "It's not you, okay? We'll try harder."
"Hey! I won't tell you again, guys. Down here, now. You need to eat. And Lennon? No eyeliner."
Alex started to laugh. Lennon rolled his eyes and smirked, backing away along the corridor.
"Excuse me. I have to go and use my dad's eyeliner now."
And of course my harlequin_bands fic that I haven't quite started, but have at least plotted out.
Have a good weekend!
It's a good thing this happened when I could see it.
You can watch this video on www.livejournal.com
A Weekend at Pete Rose's (Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet) from Shane Valdés on Vimeo.
BOYS! ♥_♥
I am going to try to write a lot this weekend though and I thought I'd share a few snippets from my current WIPs before I left.
Footnote in a Fairy Tale
The first class lounge was busy, but no one was bothering them. Brendon wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not. Spencer would say it was, if he were awake and Brendon could raise the energy to say the words aloud, but Spencer had curled up in his chair a second after sitting down and mumbled, "Sleeping. Wake me when they flight's called. Not before," in a tone that meant "If you disturb me before I have to get on the plane, the building had better be on fire."
Brendon had played every game on his iPhone, twice, and used Grinder to confirm to himself that the guy in the corner definitely was gay and definitely was looking at him like that. He'd leaned a little closer to Spencer and laid his head on his shoulder for ten minutes until the guy had stopped staring.
The flight to LA wasn't due to depart for another two hours and Brendon was bored. Touring Europe was always amazing, but it did mean a stupid amount of time sitting around airport lounges. Starbucks was calling him, but the two empty cups lying at his feet told him he'd already had enough.
With a sigh, he swung his legs up onto the seat next to him and started scrolling through his address book. Family he'd be seeing soon enough, Eric he'd be seeing in a week, Jon... Brendon's thumb hovered, wanting to scroll past, but feeling something like guilt swell up inside him. The last time he'd talked to Jon had been a month ago, and that had been a quick "We'll catch up soon dude, I promise. It's just hectic right now. I'll call." He hadn't called. It wasn't his fault though, he assured himself. He had been busy. It wasn't his fault that Jon wasn't touring with them. Jon had no one to blame for that but himself.
In Which Bronx Saves The Day
Lennon and Satine's first day of high school started badly.
First, Satine's flat-iron popped a fuse half-way through straightening her hair and there was no one around to fix it.
"I'll get dad," Lennon said from the doorway of their adjoining bathroom, but that only made Satine more upset.
"What good will that do?" she cried. "He'd only call Uncle Spencer to come fix it." She started hunting through her drawers for her curling iron. "And Uncle Spencer is in Europe."
Lennon shrugged. "Maybe Uncle Jon could talk him through it? I'll ask." He ran down to the kitchen where he found the second problem of the morning.
Alex Greenwald was cooking breakfast, half naked.
"Morning Len," Alex said with an easy smile. He added another pancake to the stack. "Happy first day of high school."
"What are you doing here?" Lennon asked, glaring at Alex.
"You're dad and I were working late," Alex replied, nonchalantly. "I fell asleep."
"Sure," Lennon bit out dryly. "Where's dad?"
"He went to get more milk. He's really freaked out this morning. You'd think you hadn't been going to school since you were..."
"That's great," Lennon interrupted and picked up the phone. "I need to call Uncle Jon."
"Why?" Alex asked, turning off the stove. "Come eat your pancakes."
"The fuse blew on Satine's flat-iron. Her hair is stuck somewhere between Rapunzel and Medusa." He glanced at Alex, who looked confused. "Not literally."
"So, why do you need Jon? I can change a fuse."
Lennon stopped mid-dial. It would certainly be quicker to have Alex change the fuse than have Uncle Jon try to talk them through it. On the other hand, if he went upstairs with Alex, Satine might kill them both.
Alex sighed. "I promise not to take it as an indication that you like me."
Lennon nodded and replaced the receiver. "Fair enough."
Twenty minutes later the flat-iron was fixed and Satine was caught between thanking Alex for saving her entire high-school experience from ruin on the first day, and wanting to scream at him to get out of her house and never come back. She settled for being polite.
"Thank you, Alex."
"You're welcome," he said pleasantly. "Now come and eat your pancakes."
That was pushing it. "I have to finish," Satine said quickly and shooed Alex and Lennon from the bathroom.
"I have to..." Lennon began and Alex sighed.
"Can I ask you a question?"
Lennon shrugged.
"Why do you hate me? I mean, your dad is one of my best friends and I have been here your whole life. I never dropped you or hit you. Jesus, I used to sing you both to sleep. I read you Harry Potter. What exactly did I do to make you hate me this much?"
The door opened downstairs and Lennon heard his father drop a bag of groceries on the floor and curse.
"Hello! Where is everyone? First day of high school, guys."
Lennon smiled and looked up to see Alex was doing the same.
"You didn't do anything," he said and it was the truth. Lennon thought he was too young to be dealing with this sort of crap already. Another year and his diary would rival his dad's old lyrics. He sighed. "It's not you, okay? We'll try harder."
"Hey! I won't tell you again, guys. Down here, now. You need to eat. And Lennon? No eyeliner."
Alex started to laugh. Lennon rolled his eyes and smirked, backing away along the corridor.
"Excuse me. I have to go and use my dad's eyeliner now."
And of course my harlequin_bands fic that I haven't quite started, but have at least plotted out.
Have a good weekend!