Act 3, Scene 4, Chapter 2.
Act 3, Scene 4 (2 of 3) | Typed | 574 words | PG is my default rating.
AN: Thanks to monimo2007 I now know that it takes 25 consecutive hours to drive from Chicago to Vegas. Thus, we are assuming that they driving for ~10 hours a day, and stopping here and there to make the trip longer, therefore taking 3 days (2 and a half if you want to be picky) to get to Vegas. ..I have said previously that they were going to Vegas right? *shrugs* Well, now you know!
AN2: PLOT HEAVY. WARNINGS FOR PLOT. And a little angst.
AN2.5: Completely unbeta-d. As usual. If you see anything glaringly painful, tell me.
They were somewhere in the middle of Colorado, spread out as far away from each other as was possible in the small van in attempts to escape the stickiness of skin-skin touching brought about by the humidity of the already too-hot day. Brendon was in the front for a change, one foot hanging out the open window and one on the dash as he was sprawled across the rest of the seat, head just brushing Jon’s thigh as he drove in cut off jeans and no shirt, thongs abandoned to drive barefoot.
"Hey Jon," Bren spoke up, drowsy from the heat, "Why are you driving?"
"Because Billvy's passed out in the back?" The older boy replied confusedly.
"No, no I mean," Brendon sat up slightly, leaning on his elbows and looking out the window, "I mean, why are you driving me back to Vegas? It's not like anyone there wants me."
"You know that's not true Bren," Jon spared a quick glance at the dark-haired boy, they were driving through a small town and he thought it best to keep his eyes on the road as much as he could, "They still want you, they just.. don't really know it. They're angry or something." He finished quietly, annoyance seeping into his voice as he recalled the phone call he'd received from Brendon a few weeks previous.
Brendon had called Jon on the verge of tears from the airport, and asked him to come pick him up. Jon had been confused until the usually boisterous boy had started to sob quietly, rambling nonsense, and Jon had picked up that he'd told his parents that music was what he wanted to do, the band was what he wanted, and they'd kicked him out on the streets. Jon had told Bren to wait where he was and hung up, racing out to his car and fighting his way through just pre-peak hour traffic to the airport in record time. He'd ended up with a few tickets, but it was worth it for the younger boy. Jon found him sitting at the bus stop just outside the doors, sniffling quietly. He'd scooped him up into a hug and held on tight, soothing the boy and then ushered him to the car.
Jon had let Brendon mope for 3 days, before taking him out into the streets of Chicago to explore and get some life into him again. When Bren had seen the Build-A-Bear shop his face had brightened instantly, and he’d spent hours walking around and collecting outfits that he’d ended up having to give back because he didn’t have the money.
Jon shook his head to let go of the memory and get back to the present. "What about the band, Bren? Isn't that what this is all about? You can't just let that go now."
Brendon sighed, it was the truth, he'd told his parents that the band was what he wanted and then when they'd kicked him out he'd just run away from them, his band mates.
The remainder of the day passed in relative silence, with only a burst of noise when they stopped to stock up on food and use rest rooms. After that, Billy was driving while Jon and Brendon rested in the slightly cooler back part of the van and Nick kept him company, playing with the stereo until Bill hit him over the head and told him to stop it.
next chapter
AN3: And so ends day 2?
I should point out, I have no idea about time and space and distance, nor any respect for them unless I have somewhere to be and I'm going to be late, so if you think my timing is off, it probably is.
But anyway, there is some plot for you! Now we know why they were/are driving across the desert in the middle of summer.
Is this even accurate at all? I mean, in general it isn't, it's ridiculously AU, but when Bren got kicked out, was it Summer? lizzilupin! You should know! With all your stalker-y ways!
Hmm I need a new fic icon.
AN: Thanks to monimo2007 I now know that it takes 25 consecutive hours to drive from Chicago to Vegas. Thus, we are assuming that they driving for ~10 hours a day, and stopping here and there to make the trip longer, therefore taking 3 days (2 and a half if you want to be picky) to get to Vegas. ..I have said previously that they were going to Vegas right? *shrugs* Well, now you know!
AN2: PLOT HEAVY. WARNINGS FOR PLOT. And a little angst.
AN2.5: Completely unbeta-d. As usual. If you see anything glaringly painful, tell me.
They were somewhere in the middle of Colorado, spread out as far away from each other as was possible in the small van in attempts to escape the stickiness of skin-skin touching brought about by the humidity of the already too-hot day. Brendon was in the front for a change, one foot hanging out the open window and one on the dash as he was sprawled across the rest of the seat, head just brushing Jon’s thigh as he drove in cut off jeans and no shirt, thongs abandoned to drive barefoot.
"Hey Jon," Bren spoke up, drowsy from the heat, "Why are you driving?"
"Because Billvy's passed out in the back?" The older boy replied confusedly.
"No, no I mean," Brendon sat up slightly, leaning on his elbows and looking out the window, "I mean, why are you driving me back to Vegas? It's not like anyone there wants me."
"You know that's not true Bren," Jon spared a quick glance at the dark-haired boy, they were driving through a small town and he thought it best to keep his eyes on the road as much as he could, "They still want you, they just.. don't really know it. They're angry or something." He finished quietly, annoyance seeping into his voice as he recalled the phone call he'd received from Brendon a few weeks previous.
Brendon had called Jon on the verge of tears from the airport, and asked him to come pick him up. Jon had been confused until the usually boisterous boy had started to sob quietly, rambling nonsense, and Jon had picked up that he'd told his parents that music was what he wanted to do, the band was what he wanted, and they'd kicked him out on the streets. Jon had told Bren to wait where he was and hung up, racing out to his car and fighting his way through just pre-peak hour traffic to the airport in record time. He'd ended up with a few tickets, but it was worth it for the younger boy. Jon found him sitting at the bus stop just outside the doors, sniffling quietly. He'd scooped him up into a hug and held on tight, soothing the boy and then ushered him to the car.
Jon had let Brendon mope for 3 days, before taking him out into the streets of Chicago to explore and get some life into him again. When Bren had seen the Build-A-Bear shop his face had brightened instantly, and he’d spent hours walking around and collecting outfits that he’d ended up having to give back because he didn’t have the money.
Jon shook his head to let go of the memory and get back to the present. "What about the band, Bren? Isn't that what this is all about? You can't just let that go now."
Brendon sighed, it was the truth, he'd told his parents that the band was what he wanted and then when they'd kicked him out he'd just run away from them, his band mates.
The remainder of the day passed in relative silence, with only a burst of noise when they stopped to stock up on food and use rest rooms. After that, Billy was driving while Jon and Brendon rested in the slightly cooler back part of the van and Nick kept him company, playing with the stereo until Bill hit him over the head and told him to stop it.
next chapter
AN3: And so ends day 2?
I should point out, I have no idea about time and space and distance, nor any respect for them unless I have somewhere to be and I'm going to be late, so if you think my timing is off, it probably is.
But anyway, there is some plot for you! Now we know why they were/are driving across the desert in the middle of summer.
Is this even accurate at all? I mean, in general it isn't, it's ridiculously AU, but when Bren got kicked out, was it Summer? lizzilupin! You should know! With all your stalker-y ways!
Hmm I need a new fic icon.