You have experienced love like mine before
Title: Stalking is A Fine Art (and A Family Business)
Fandom: Vegan Rockstar Verse
Characters/Pairings: Jake, Theo/Felicia, Tara, John/Angela
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Fashionably Uninvited
Disclaimer:All belongs to vylentcrymz & I
“Jake, get dressed. We’re going out.”
Jake looked up from his magazine, eyes wide as his sister tossed his jacket onto the bed. “How did you even get in here!?”
“I know where dad puts the spare key, dork,” she said dryly, rolling her eyes and tugging on his arm. “Come on, the show starts in a half hour, we don’t have a lot of time.”
“Show?” he repeated dumbly. “Time for what, Tara? You’re not making any sense here.”
She ignored him and started poking around in his closet. “White tee shirt, another white tee shirt, white tee shirt. Oh look, a black tee shirt! Who are you, Simon Cowell!? And do you even own a pair of slacks?”
“Slacks!?” he repeated incredulously. “Have you turned ninety since I saw you last?”
“We’re going to Angela’s art show,” she said, exasperated, like it was the most obvious thing on the planet. “You have to look somewhat presentable, Jake.”
“Whoa, back up here a sec! What do you mean we?”
Angela was John’s new girlfriend who was about a year or two older than Tara. She was an art major at the university a few towns over and had unfortunately been at John’s house the same time Tara was. Naturally Tara hadn’t stayed long, just long enough to hear that Angela was having a show, and John had seemed more than happy to go.
“Yup, we are going.”
“Oh no we aren’t,” Jake snapped. “You’re the one who has issues with John’s girlfriend, not me.”
“It’s the hair, isn’t it?” Tara snorted. “God, I hate blondes, they think they’re sooo great because they can work a bottle of bleach, which little Miss Dark Roots from Here to Nashville, obviously can. And don’t be ridiculous, Jake, of course you’re coming with me.”
“Why!?”
“Because I need a date.”
“Uh, Tara, I hate to break it to you, but I’m your brother and that’s frowned upon in most cultures.”
“Not like that! God, all that manwhoring has seriously warped your brain.” She sighed, sitting next to him on the bed. “Look, I can’t show up at some fancy art thing by myself, you’ve seen Closer, you know what I mean.”
“If I don’t come with, you’ll get seduced by a Clive Owen look-alike?” he tried.
“I just can’t look pathetic, okay!?”
“You’re already there! You’re the crazy ex! Soon it’ll be late night phone calls with stalker breathing and keying his car!”
“Please, like I’d ever key someone’s car… besides, John doesn’t have one.”
“But you would!?”
“Whatever. I didn’t wanna have to do this but…Theo’s going with Felicia.”
Jake groaned inwardly, cursing his sister for pinpointing his Achilles’ heel. “And I care because…” he said, hoping to sound casual.
“I know you hate her. I could help you sabotage. See, I help you, you help me… it’s what siblings do, Jakey.”
“Fine. Yeah, whatever, I’ll help you,” he relented. As he slid on his jacket he added: “And don’t call me Jakey.”
They made it to the show about an hour and a half later, the extra half hour thanks to his sister’s primping in the bathroom mirror.
John and the gang were easy to spot, due in large part to Felicia’s obnoxiously bright red hair.
But they weren’t going to engage, at least that’s what Tara promised him in the car, so Jake took his time studying some blurry black in white photographs.
“They call this art!? It’s pictures, blurry out of focus ones!” Tara said disgustedly.
“It’s a representation of their dark artistic souls, didn’t you know?”
He barely repressed a shudder as he turned around. He knew that voice. “Do you even have a soul, Felicia?”
Her smug smile that had been in place since she made her little joke faded. “Oh god, Jake. What the hell are you doing here?”
“He’s with me,” Tara chimed in, holding out her hand. “I’m Jake’s sister, Tara.”
Felicia wrinkled her nose, looking at her hand like it was covered with anthrax. “Great.” She turned back to Jake, a hand resting on her hip. “So you’re stalking Theo now? Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sleazier.”
“What can I say, Felicia? You’re my role model, I wanna be just like you.”
“Yeah, I bet you wanna be me,” she replied, tossing some hair over her shoulder. “You wanna be me so you can fuck Th-”
“Theo!” Tara said loudly. “We had no idea you were coming here.”
Theo eyed them warily. “Uh, yeah…”
He slid an arm around Felica‘s waist and she beamed, milking it for all it was worth. “Seriously, Jake, why are you even here?” she asked.
“I was just about to ask Tara the same thing,” John said from behind them.
“Well,” she started. “It’s a funny story, actually… Jake will explain it all to you.”
Jake looked from the face of one pissed of Williams boy to the other and cleared his throat.
He was never going anywhere with his sister ever again.
Fandom: Vegan Rockstar Verse
Characters/Pairings: Jake, Theo/Felicia, Tara, John/Angela
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Fashionably Uninvited
Disclaimer:All belongs to vylentcrymz & I
“Jake, get dressed. We’re going out.”
Jake looked up from his magazine, eyes wide as his sister tossed his jacket onto the bed. “How did you even get in here!?”
“I know where dad puts the spare key, dork,” she said dryly, rolling her eyes and tugging on his arm. “Come on, the show starts in a half hour, we don’t have a lot of time.”
“Show?” he repeated dumbly. “Time for what, Tara? You’re not making any sense here.”
She ignored him and started poking around in his closet. “White tee shirt, another white tee shirt, white tee shirt. Oh look, a black tee shirt! Who are you, Simon Cowell!? And do you even own a pair of slacks?”
“Slacks!?” he repeated incredulously. “Have you turned ninety since I saw you last?”
“We’re going to Angela’s art show,” she said, exasperated, like it was the most obvious thing on the planet. “You have to look somewhat presentable, Jake.”
“Whoa, back up here a sec! What do you mean we?”
Angela was John’s new girlfriend who was about a year or two older than Tara. She was an art major at the university a few towns over and had unfortunately been at John’s house the same time Tara was. Naturally Tara hadn’t stayed long, just long enough to hear that Angela was having a show, and John had seemed more than happy to go.
“Yup, we are going.”
“Oh no we aren’t,” Jake snapped. “You’re the one who has issues with John’s girlfriend, not me.”
“It’s the hair, isn’t it?” Tara snorted. “God, I hate blondes, they think they’re sooo great because they can work a bottle of bleach, which little Miss Dark Roots from Here to Nashville, obviously can. And don’t be ridiculous, Jake, of course you’re coming with me.”
“Why!?”
“Because I need a date.”
“Uh, Tara, I hate to break it to you, but I’m your brother and that’s frowned upon in most cultures.”
“Not like that! God, all that manwhoring has seriously warped your brain.” She sighed, sitting next to him on the bed. “Look, I can’t show up at some fancy art thing by myself, you’ve seen Closer, you know what I mean.”
“If I don’t come with, you’ll get seduced by a Clive Owen look-alike?” he tried.
“I just can’t look pathetic, okay!?”
“You’re already there! You’re the crazy ex! Soon it’ll be late night phone calls with stalker breathing and keying his car!”
“Please, like I’d ever key someone’s car… besides, John doesn’t have one.”
“But you would!?”
“Whatever. I didn’t wanna have to do this but…Theo’s going with Felicia.”
Jake groaned inwardly, cursing his sister for pinpointing his Achilles’ heel. “And I care because…” he said, hoping to sound casual.
“I know you hate her. I could help you sabotage. See, I help you, you help me… it’s what siblings do, Jakey.”
“Fine. Yeah, whatever, I’ll help you,” he relented. As he slid on his jacket he added: “And don’t call me Jakey.”
They made it to the show about an hour and a half later, the extra half hour thanks to his sister’s primping in the bathroom mirror.
John and the gang were easy to spot, due in large part to Felicia’s obnoxiously bright red hair.
But they weren’t going to engage, at least that’s what Tara promised him in the car, so Jake took his time studying some blurry black in white photographs.
“They call this art!? It’s pictures, blurry out of focus ones!” Tara said disgustedly.
“It’s a representation of their dark artistic souls, didn’t you know?”
He barely repressed a shudder as he turned around. He knew that voice. “Do you even have a soul, Felicia?”
Her smug smile that had been in place since she made her little joke faded. “Oh god, Jake. What the hell are you doing here?”
“He’s with me,” Tara chimed in, holding out her hand. “I’m Jake’s sister, Tara.”
Felicia wrinkled her nose, looking at her hand like it was covered with anthrax. “Great.” She turned back to Jake, a hand resting on her hip. “So you’re stalking Theo now? Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sleazier.”
“What can I say, Felicia? You’re my role model, I wanna be just like you.”
“Yeah, I bet you wanna be me,” she replied, tossing some hair over her shoulder. “You wanna be me so you can fuck Th-”
“Theo!” Tara said loudly. “We had no idea you were coming here.”
Theo eyed them warily. “Uh, yeah…”
He slid an arm around Felica‘s waist and she beamed, milking it for all it was worth. “Seriously, Jake, why are you even here?” she asked.
“I was just about to ask Tara the same thing,” John said from behind them.
“Well,” she started. “It’s a funny story, actually… Jake will explain it all to you.”
Jake looked from the face of one pissed of Williams boy to the other and cleared his throat.
He was never going anywhere with his sister ever again.