Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow.
title: Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
author: kamisra_star
rating: PG
pairing: Adam/Mikey/implied Gerard, and Frank is there but he doesn't do much.
disclaimer: It never happened. Well, it would be hot if it did. But it didn't and won't. So there.
dedication: To my darling dizzyangel because she asked begged me to write this ^_^
feedback is greatly appreciated, but don't be mean, because I am quite emo and very likely to cry. Thank you!
The shrill voice snapped me back into reality. I blinked a few times and tried to focus on my surroundings. I took off my glasses, and rubbed them gently with the sleeve of my jacket, before delicately pushing them along my nose, back into place. You have to be careful with glasses on tour you know, replacements are expensive and time consuming…according to Chris, because that’s what he screamed at me the last time I broke them.
I was alone in this room, lying across some chairs I’d hastily pulled together in desperation, my tiredness was all consuming and due to the huge amount of fans that had congregated outside, we had been forced out of our comfy bunks, off the buses and into the safety of the heavily guarded venue. The walls were dirty yellow, paint was peeling everywhere and it hideously contrasted with the dark green chairs and red carpet, sticky from years of sweaty bodies congregating, spilling beer and god knows what else into the threads on the floor.
“Adam, seriously!” The voice screamed again. Gerard’s voice.
I had a sudden sense of déjà vu…waking up in the dressing room in Bristol, to Gerard screaming the same thing. I remember I got up, ran into the room next door to see what all the yelling was about. And there he was, wearing tighter jeans than I would ever dare to put on, his custom black and white t-shirt, and a long mane of shocking pink hair. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“Fucking hell, Lazzara!” Gerard was yelling. “Your hair’s bright fucking pink!”
“Yeah!” Adam replied laughing as he pushed Gerard gently. “At least my entire head dyed the colour it was supposed to, Mr ‘Ooh my roots are green’!”
“Bitch!” laughed Gerard, and pushed Adam back.
And yes I admit it, I admit it now, I was insanely jealous. I wanted him to touch me, to laugh and joke with me. But I was just the little brother, the quiet one. Oh god I wanted to be like Gerard, to be the one there with Adam Lazzara.
“Oh hey Mikey!” Adam had smiled, finally acknowledging my presence. He was torturing me with his sparkling eyes, and his beautiful smile…and his hair…oh god the hair…even though it was pink it was beautiful. He pushed some random strands of his fringe out of his eyes, smiling at me all the time.
“I was trying to sleep.” I complained, my voice sounded bitter.
“Aaw sorry bro’,” Gerard said apologetically, coming over to me and placing a sympathetic hand on my shoulder.
“Fuck off,” I snapped and pushed him away. I was furious. If he was going to flirt with the object of my desire I didn’t want to be there. I turned on my heel with the most amount of drama I could muster, and I sauntered out of the room. I hoped Adam was looking at my ass as I left. I have a nice ass, so I’ve been told.
“What’s wrong with him…” I could hear him begin to say as I slammed the door behind me.
Back to the present, and the horrible walls, and the yelling and laughter again from the next room. We weren’t in England anymore, where were we? Oh yeah, Germany, which explained the scary security guards yelling orders to each other like they were in the army, as they ushered us inside, away from the screaming fans.
I stood up and dusted myself off, checking my reflection in the broken mirror on the wall. My hair was all over the place. I started twisting it with my fingers, but when it was clear it wasn’t going to get into place I sighed dramatically, and pushed the door to the next room open.
Gerard was standing there with his back to me; Frank was sat down next to him, doubled over with laughter, almost crying.
“What’s so funny then?” I asked, hands on my hips, trying to sound my fiercest.
Frank couldn’t speak and he was practically hyperventilating. He managed to lift his arm and point in front of him.
“Gerard?” I asked, as that’s where Frank appeared to be pointing.
Gerard looked over his shoulder, smiling, and simply moved to the side to reveal the great source of everyone’s amusement.
Someone was sitting in a chair, hunched over, looking at something in his hands.
“Wha…?” I started, and cut myself off mid-word. It was Adam. He was holding a bunch of shocking pink hair in his hands, which was slipping through his fingers and falling onto the floor.
“Oh my god…Adam, you cut your hair off!” I screamed. Yeah, nice one, way to sound like a girl Mikey.
“Haha yeah I did!” Adam said, standing up, letting the hair fall from his hands. And this time, it was Adam that walked over and put his arm round my shoulder. I shuddered at his touch.
“Are you cold? Did we wake you up?” Adam enquired, stroking my shoulder. It was all I could do to keep standing up.
“Yes, and yes.” I replied. “But it’s OK, I needed to wake up, and err, find a sweater…cos it’s cold, yeah…with the shuddering.” Great, I sounded like an idiot with a speech deficiency.
“Aaw poor Mikey!” said Adam, he leaned over and grabbed his sweater from the chair next to him. He handed it to me, leaned over, kissed me on the cheek, and skipped out of the room to display his new hair to the rest of the guys.
I just stood there, mouth open, staring at the doorway he just went though.
“Err, Mikey, MIKEY!” Gerard was poking me in the shoulder, trying to get my attention. “Why were you staring at Adam’s ass?” He laughed.
“I wasn’t!” I protested, damn my brother is such a twat.
“Yeah whatever,” he giggled. “Come on you two,” he said, grabbing my hand and reaching over to grab Frank. “We’ve got soundcheck. You better play well Mikey, don’t think about Adam’s ass!”
“I wa….” I was cut off as Gerard put his hand over my mouth and pushed me out the door. Gah!
author: kamisra_star
rating: PG
pairing: Adam/Mikey/implied Gerard, and Frank is there but he doesn't do much.
disclaimer: It never happened. Well, it would be hot if it did. But it didn't and won't. So there.
dedication: To my darling dizzyangel because she asked begged me to write this ^_^
feedback is greatly appreciated, but don't be mean, because I am quite emo and very likely to cry. Thank you!
The shrill voice snapped me back into reality. I blinked a few times and tried to focus on my surroundings. I took off my glasses, and rubbed them gently with the sleeve of my jacket, before delicately pushing them along my nose, back into place. You have to be careful with glasses on tour you know, replacements are expensive and time consuming…according to Chris, because that’s what he screamed at me the last time I broke them.
I was alone in this room, lying across some chairs I’d hastily pulled together in desperation, my tiredness was all consuming and due to the huge amount of fans that had congregated outside, we had been forced out of our comfy bunks, off the buses and into the safety of the heavily guarded venue. The walls were dirty yellow, paint was peeling everywhere and it hideously contrasted with the dark green chairs and red carpet, sticky from years of sweaty bodies congregating, spilling beer and god knows what else into the threads on the floor.
“Adam, seriously!” The voice screamed again. Gerard’s voice.
I had a sudden sense of déjà vu…waking up in the dressing room in Bristol, to Gerard screaming the same thing. I remember I got up, ran into the room next door to see what all the yelling was about. And there he was, wearing tighter jeans than I would ever dare to put on, his custom black and white t-shirt, and a long mane of shocking pink hair. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“Fucking hell, Lazzara!” Gerard was yelling. “Your hair’s bright fucking pink!”
“Yeah!” Adam replied laughing as he pushed Gerard gently. “At least my entire head dyed the colour it was supposed to, Mr ‘Ooh my roots are green’!”
“Bitch!” laughed Gerard, and pushed Adam back.
And yes I admit it, I admit it now, I was insanely jealous. I wanted him to touch me, to laugh and joke with me. But I was just the little brother, the quiet one. Oh god I wanted to be like Gerard, to be the one there with Adam Lazzara.
“Oh hey Mikey!” Adam had smiled, finally acknowledging my presence. He was torturing me with his sparkling eyes, and his beautiful smile…and his hair…oh god the hair…even though it was pink it was beautiful. He pushed some random strands of his fringe out of his eyes, smiling at me all the time.
“I was trying to sleep.” I complained, my voice sounded bitter.
“Aaw sorry bro’,” Gerard said apologetically, coming over to me and placing a sympathetic hand on my shoulder.
“Fuck off,” I snapped and pushed him away. I was furious. If he was going to flirt with the object of my desire I didn’t want to be there. I turned on my heel with the most amount of drama I could muster, and I sauntered out of the room. I hoped Adam was looking at my ass as I left. I have a nice ass, so I’ve been told.
“What’s wrong with him…” I could hear him begin to say as I slammed the door behind me.
Back to the present, and the horrible walls, and the yelling and laughter again from the next room. We weren’t in England anymore, where were we? Oh yeah, Germany, which explained the scary security guards yelling orders to each other like they were in the army, as they ushered us inside, away from the screaming fans.
I stood up and dusted myself off, checking my reflection in the broken mirror on the wall. My hair was all over the place. I started twisting it with my fingers, but when it was clear it wasn’t going to get into place I sighed dramatically, and pushed the door to the next room open.
Gerard was standing there with his back to me; Frank was sat down next to him, doubled over with laughter, almost crying.
“What’s so funny then?” I asked, hands on my hips, trying to sound my fiercest.
Frank couldn’t speak and he was practically hyperventilating. He managed to lift his arm and point in front of him.
“Gerard?” I asked, as that’s where Frank appeared to be pointing.
Gerard looked over his shoulder, smiling, and simply moved to the side to reveal the great source of everyone’s amusement.
Someone was sitting in a chair, hunched over, looking at something in his hands.
“Wha…?” I started, and cut myself off mid-word. It was Adam. He was holding a bunch of shocking pink hair in his hands, which was slipping through his fingers and falling onto the floor.
“Oh my god…Adam, you cut your hair off!” I screamed. Yeah, nice one, way to sound like a girl Mikey.
“Haha yeah I did!” Adam said, standing up, letting the hair fall from his hands. And this time, it was Adam that walked over and put his arm round my shoulder. I shuddered at his touch.
“Are you cold? Did we wake you up?” Adam enquired, stroking my shoulder. It was all I could do to keep standing up.
“Yes, and yes.” I replied. “But it’s OK, I needed to wake up, and err, find a sweater…cos it’s cold, yeah…with the shuddering.” Great, I sounded like an idiot with a speech deficiency.
“Aaw poor Mikey!” said Adam, he leaned over and grabbed his sweater from the chair next to him. He handed it to me, leaned over, kissed me on the cheek, and skipped out of the room to display his new hair to the rest of the guys.
I just stood there, mouth open, staring at the doorway he just went though.
“Err, Mikey, MIKEY!” Gerard was poking me in the shoulder, trying to get my attention. “Why were you staring at Adam’s ass?” He laughed.
“I wasn’t!” I protested, damn my brother is such a twat.
“Yeah whatever,” he giggled. “Come on you two,” he said, grabbing my hand and reaching over to grab Frank. “We’ve got soundcheck. You better play well Mikey, don’t think about Adam’s ass!”
“I wa….” I was cut off as Gerard put his hand over my mouth and pushed me out the door. Gah!