Jake is definitely being tricked
Title: Jake's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Halloween
Fandom:Vegan Rockstar Verse
Characters: Jake, Tara, Eve, Theo/Felicia
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Who knows where this came from considering I promised myself I would work on drabbles, then curl into bed with a coke and a book. There's also the fact that Halloween is a month away, but details, details. Title is from (but slighly modified) from the kid's book.
Disclaimer:All belongs to vylentcrymz and I
Jake took a deep breath before running a hand through his carefully slicked back hair. It wasn’t that he didn’t like going over Theo’s house, it was practically his house too, but the crudely carved pumpkins and plastic skeletons all over the porch could only mean one thing: Eve’s annual Halloween party.
It had always freaked him out a little, and probably not in the way Eve had intended. She just tried way too hard.
He still couldn’t help but smile as she ushered him into the house, the white angel wings and halo she had put on for the occasion jiggling as she all but bounced with excitement.
“Jake! Get your adorable butt in here! You want me to take your coat?”
“It’s part of my costume,” he said grinning slyly.
“It is?” she asked, biting her lip in confusion as she took in the usual leather jacket and jeans she saw him wearing almost every day.
He pointed to his hair. “James Dean.”
“And you’re every bit as handsome!” Eve squealed, pinching his cheek. “You should see your sister, she looks positively gorgeous, too.”
“Tara’s here?”
“Of course she is, silly.” She smiled, doing the typical mom thing and tucked the tag back into Jake’s tight black tee shirt. “You know you two are at the top of my invite list. She was in the kitchen the last time I checked. Theo’s here too, obviously.”
“Oh yeah? Hey, what’s he dressed up as, anyway? I keep asking but he gets this dorky grin on his face and won’t tell me anything.”
“Oh, I’ll just let you be surprised,” she answered mysteriously before giggling and whispering, “Although, you probably won’t be.”
Jake nodded, even though he was admittedly more confused than before. “Alright then,” he said, starting toward the kitchen. “I’m gonna go check up on my sister before I go looking for Theo.”
“Alright then, dear. Oh! And be sure to ask Felicia if she wants anything to drink yet.”
He stopped dead in his tracks. “Felicia’s here?” he asked, plastering on his best I’m-So-Thrilled grin.
Eve nodded. “Uh huh. Just be sure you ask her, because I offered her some candy corn and apple cider and she wouldn’t touch a bit of either. We wouldn‘t want her to waste away now would we?”
“Nope,” Jake agreed solemnly. “That would be tragic.”
He made his way into the kitchen his mood immediately lifted as he saw his sister and the outfit she was wearing. Trust Eve to think she was gorgeous, even with a strategically placed wart on her nose.
“Wicked witch, huh? I’ve never seen a truer costume.”
She slapped his arm, taking another sip out of her red plastic cup. “Is the green face paint a little too much?”
“Not at all, although I’d lose the wart if I were you. Not gonna drive the guys wild with that thing.”
She winced as she pulled it off her nose, tossing it into the nearest trash can. “What guys?” she snorted. “I haven’t seen one under thirty in the last half hour. These things used to be fun, what happened?”
“The parties were fun because you spent them playing tonsil hockey with John,” he answered dryly, regretting the words as soon as they fell off of his tongue. “I mean…”
“What have I told you about saying that name around me?” she snapped. “I wonder what he’s doing on Halloween? He’s probably with some hot blonde whose IQ is about as big as her bra size. You know, that is so typical. He’s such a guy. I hate guys. We should just take every guy on the planet and…” she trailed off, laughing nervously as she took in her brother’s expression. “You know I don’t mean you, Jake.”
“Noted,” he said, making his way to the screen door, propping it open with his foot as he lit a cigarette.
Her eyes widened. “You smoke now!? Taking the whole James Dean thing a little seriously, aren’t we?”
He took a long drag, rolling his eyes, which did little to encourage Tara to back off.
“Jesus, you looked just like mom right then. It’s freaky, Jake. Fine, but if you wanna die a cancerous death, go right on ahead. Just give me one first.”
“What happened to cancerous death!?”
“Oh shut up and share. It’s what siblings do, Jake.”
“Really? Because I just thought they were supposed to be pains in the ass.”
She laughed, taking a drag. “Well, you’re doing a great job then, Jake.”
“Ha, ha,” he said dryly, deciding to flick some ash into her cup instead of Eve’s precious potted daises. “You’re really hilarious.”
“I was drinking that!”
“Get a new cup?”
“Fucker,” she mumbled, inspected a freshly painted nail. “Shouldn’t you be upstairs with Theo in The Fortress of Dorkitude?”
“Maybe in a minute,” he sighed, resting his head against the wall taking another drag before looking over at her. “There‘s more than one wicked witch here tonight.”
Tara raised an eyebrow. “The girlfriend?”
“The bitch is more like it.”
“She’s probably just intimidated, Jake. You’re Jake and Theo, you’ve been practically attached at the hip from moment one. Girlfriends usually hate the people their boyfriends hang out with anyway.”
“Did you hate John’s friends?” he asked, putting out his cigarette.
“Jake,” she said, flicking an ash onto the pavement and taking on a tone usually reserved for when addressing the village idiot. "This is John we're talking about. Like he even has friends."
Jake shook his head, kissing her cheek before digging his cigarettes out of his back pocket.
“Here,” he said, pushing the carton into her palm. “Enjoy the rest of the death sticks and being a bitter old woman while I go check on Theo.”
She grinned. “You’re a saint.”
“Tell that to Father Green. And you better not get caught with those! I am not driving Eve to the ER because she caught her precious Tara smoking and had a heart attack.”
“I’ll be good, I promise. Now go. If you need me to send my flying monkeys after Felicia, let me know.”
Jake seriously considered taking her up on the offer as he walked into Theo’s room. His costume wasn’t really a shock to be honest. Blue jeans, a dark blue v-neck sweater and thick black glasses which made him an almost dead ringer for Peter Parker. Or a Peter Parker who currently had a redhead dressed up like Tinkerbell grinding his lap like a pro.
“Um, Jake!” Theo stammered, suddenly looking very pale.
Felicia’s head snapped up to from its current position in the curve of Theo’s neck. “Don’t you knock!?”
“I uh…” Jake trailed off, snarky comments failing him for once. “I’m gonna go downstairs.”
"Jake..."
"Oh believe me, it's fine."
He hadn’t made it down those stairs faster since the time John told him Freddy Kruger lived underneath them. After almost knocking Eve over, on his way down, he offered her a weak smile. “Sorry about that.”
“You scared me!” she giggled, putting a hand over her heart. “So, did you ask them?”
“Huh?”
“About the drinks and food, silly!”
“Oh, I did,” he lied. “They’re fine. They’re um, watching a scary movie on TV. You know Halloween, they go crazy with the marathons.”
“Oh, how cute! Aren’t they just the cutest couple, watching movies like a couple of homebodies when there’s a party going on downstairs?”
“Yeah, real cute,” he said lamely, looking for the nearest exit.
“Have you got yourself a girlfriend, Jake? Whenever I ask Theo where you’ve run off to, he says you’re on a date. He used to get the grouchiest look on his face when I mentioned it to.” She smiled at the memory, playfully smacking his shoulder. “Well, suppose you’re not the only one having all the fun these days. Theo has Felicia now.”
“Yeah, he does. I’m gonna go check on Tara again. She seemed kinda upset earlier.”
“Oh, I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Eve said with a wink before walking over to talk with Adam.
Jake shook his head, walking into the kitchen. “Tara, you better get those monkeys ready because… holy mother of god!”
John was apparently back, and Tara was apparently very happy to see him. John's hands were currently getting reacquainted with Tara's thighs as he nibbled on her neck.
It worse than an Anne Rice movie.
Tara quickly pushed John away, straightening out her top and carefully smoothing out her skirt before hoping off the counter. “Hey, Jake! Look who decided to drop in.”
“Hey, Jake! Nice to see you, man,” John said, attempting small talk as if Jake hadn’t just seen him about ready to jump his sister. Her black lipstick had rubbed off on his lips too. If Jake hadn't have known better, he would have thought he was going for some sort of fucked up Zoolander look.
“Oh my god, now I really feel sick.”
“You, uh…” Tara cleared her throat, finally prying her eyes away from John’s slightly unbuttoned shirt to look at him. “Did you want something?”
“Have a question for John, actually.”
“Shoot.”
“Do your parents have a liquor cabinet? James Dean never had to deal with half of the shit I‘ve seen tonight.”
Fandom:Vegan Rockstar Verse
Characters: Jake, Tara, Eve, Theo/Felicia
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Who knows where this came from considering I promised myself I would work on drabbles, then curl into bed with a coke and a book. There's also the fact that Halloween is a month away, but details, details. Title is from (but slighly modified) from the kid's book.
Disclaimer:All belongs to vylentcrymz and I
Jake took a deep breath before running a hand through his carefully slicked back hair. It wasn’t that he didn’t like going over Theo’s house, it was practically his house too, but the crudely carved pumpkins and plastic skeletons all over the porch could only mean one thing: Eve’s annual Halloween party.
It had always freaked him out a little, and probably not in the way Eve had intended. She just tried way too hard.
He still couldn’t help but smile as she ushered him into the house, the white angel wings and halo she had put on for the occasion jiggling as she all but bounced with excitement.
“Jake! Get your adorable butt in here! You want me to take your coat?”
“It’s part of my costume,” he said grinning slyly.
“It is?” she asked, biting her lip in confusion as she took in the usual leather jacket and jeans she saw him wearing almost every day.
He pointed to his hair. “James Dean.”
“And you’re every bit as handsome!” Eve squealed, pinching his cheek. “You should see your sister, she looks positively gorgeous, too.”
“Tara’s here?”
“Of course she is, silly.” She smiled, doing the typical mom thing and tucked the tag back into Jake’s tight black tee shirt. “You know you two are at the top of my invite list. She was in the kitchen the last time I checked. Theo’s here too, obviously.”
“Oh yeah? Hey, what’s he dressed up as, anyway? I keep asking but he gets this dorky grin on his face and won’t tell me anything.”
“Oh, I’ll just let you be surprised,” she answered mysteriously before giggling and whispering, “Although, you probably won’t be.”
Jake nodded, even though he was admittedly more confused than before. “Alright then,” he said, starting toward the kitchen. “I’m gonna go check up on my sister before I go looking for Theo.”
“Alright then, dear. Oh! And be sure to ask Felicia if she wants anything to drink yet.”
He stopped dead in his tracks. “Felicia’s here?” he asked, plastering on his best I’m-So-Thrilled grin.
Eve nodded. “Uh huh. Just be sure you ask her, because I offered her some candy corn and apple cider and she wouldn’t touch a bit of either. We wouldn‘t want her to waste away now would we?”
“Nope,” Jake agreed solemnly. “That would be tragic.”
He made his way into the kitchen his mood immediately lifted as he saw his sister and the outfit she was wearing. Trust Eve to think she was gorgeous, even with a strategically placed wart on her nose.
“Wicked witch, huh? I’ve never seen a truer costume.”
She slapped his arm, taking another sip out of her red plastic cup. “Is the green face paint a little too much?”
“Not at all, although I’d lose the wart if I were you. Not gonna drive the guys wild with that thing.”
She winced as she pulled it off her nose, tossing it into the nearest trash can. “What guys?” she snorted. “I haven’t seen one under thirty in the last half hour. These things used to be fun, what happened?”
“The parties were fun because you spent them playing tonsil hockey with John,” he answered dryly, regretting the words as soon as they fell off of his tongue. “I mean…”
“What have I told you about saying that name around me?” she snapped. “I wonder what he’s doing on Halloween? He’s probably with some hot blonde whose IQ is about as big as her bra size. You know, that is so typical. He’s such a guy. I hate guys. We should just take every guy on the planet and…” she trailed off, laughing nervously as she took in her brother’s expression. “You know I don’t mean you, Jake.”
“Noted,” he said, making his way to the screen door, propping it open with his foot as he lit a cigarette.
Her eyes widened. “You smoke now!? Taking the whole James Dean thing a little seriously, aren’t we?”
He took a long drag, rolling his eyes, which did little to encourage Tara to back off.
“Jesus, you looked just like mom right then. It’s freaky, Jake. Fine, but if you wanna die a cancerous death, go right on ahead. Just give me one first.”
“What happened to cancerous death!?”
“Oh shut up and share. It’s what siblings do, Jake.”
“Really? Because I just thought they were supposed to be pains in the ass.”
She laughed, taking a drag. “Well, you’re doing a great job then, Jake.”
“Ha, ha,” he said dryly, deciding to flick some ash into her cup instead of Eve’s precious potted daises. “You’re really hilarious.”
“I was drinking that!”
“Get a new cup?”
“Fucker,” she mumbled, inspected a freshly painted nail. “Shouldn’t you be upstairs with Theo in The Fortress of Dorkitude?”
“Maybe in a minute,” he sighed, resting his head against the wall taking another drag before looking over at her. “There‘s more than one wicked witch here tonight.”
Tara raised an eyebrow. “The girlfriend?”
“The bitch is more like it.”
“She’s probably just intimidated, Jake. You’re Jake and Theo, you’ve been practically attached at the hip from moment one. Girlfriends usually hate the people their boyfriends hang out with anyway.”
“Did you hate John’s friends?” he asked, putting out his cigarette.
“Jake,” she said, flicking an ash onto the pavement and taking on a tone usually reserved for when addressing the village idiot. "This is John we're talking about. Like he even has friends."
Jake shook his head, kissing her cheek before digging his cigarettes out of his back pocket.
“Here,” he said, pushing the carton into her palm. “Enjoy the rest of the death sticks and being a bitter old woman while I go check on Theo.”
She grinned. “You’re a saint.”
“Tell that to Father Green. And you better not get caught with those! I am not driving Eve to the ER because she caught her precious Tara smoking and had a heart attack.”
“I’ll be good, I promise. Now go. If you need me to send my flying monkeys after Felicia, let me know.”
Jake seriously considered taking her up on the offer as he walked into Theo’s room. His costume wasn’t really a shock to be honest. Blue jeans, a dark blue v-neck sweater and thick black glasses which made him an almost dead ringer for Peter Parker. Or a Peter Parker who currently had a redhead dressed up like Tinkerbell grinding his lap like a pro.
“Um, Jake!” Theo stammered, suddenly looking very pale.
Felicia’s head snapped up to from its current position in the curve of Theo’s neck. “Don’t you knock!?”
“I uh…” Jake trailed off, snarky comments failing him for once. “I’m gonna go downstairs.”
"Jake..."
"Oh believe me, it's fine."
He hadn’t made it down those stairs faster since the time John told him Freddy Kruger lived underneath them. After almost knocking Eve over, on his way down, he offered her a weak smile. “Sorry about that.”
“You scared me!” she giggled, putting a hand over her heart. “So, did you ask them?”
“Huh?”
“About the drinks and food, silly!”
“Oh, I did,” he lied. “They’re fine. They’re um, watching a scary movie on TV. You know Halloween, they go crazy with the marathons.”
“Oh, how cute! Aren’t they just the cutest couple, watching movies like a couple of homebodies when there’s a party going on downstairs?”
“Yeah, real cute,” he said lamely, looking for the nearest exit.
“Have you got yourself a girlfriend, Jake? Whenever I ask Theo where you’ve run off to, he says you’re on a date. He used to get the grouchiest look on his face when I mentioned it to.” She smiled at the memory, playfully smacking his shoulder. “Well, suppose you’re not the only one having all the fun these days. Theo has Felicia now.”
“Yeah, he does. I’m gonna go check on Tara again. She seemed kinda upset earlier.”
“Oh, I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Eve said with a wink before walking over to talk with Adam.
Jake shook his head, walking into the kitchen. “Tara, you better get those monkeys ready because… holy mother of god!”
John was apparently back, and Tara was apparently very happy to see him. John's hands were currently getting reacquainted with Tara's thighs as he nibbled on her neck.
It worse than an Anne Rice movie.
Tara quickly pushed John away, straightening out her top and carefully smoothing out her skirt before hoping off the counter. “Hey, Jake! Look who decided to drop in.”
“Hey, Jake! Nice to see you, man,” John said, attempting small talk as if Jake hadn’t just seen him about ready to jump his sister. Her black lipstick had rubbed off on his lips too. If Jake hadn't have known better, he would have thought he was going for some sort of fucked up Zoolander look.
“Oh my god, now I really feel sick.”
“You, uh…” Tara cleared her throat, finally prying her eyes away from John’s slightly unbuttoned shirt to look at him. “Did you want something?”
“Have a question for John, actually.”
“Shoot.”
“Do your parents have a liquor cabinet? James Dean never had to deal with half of the shit I‘ve seen tonight.”