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Title: A Cross Between A Stalker and My Aunt Laura: Chapter One
Author: zanmoran aka onlylirael
Pairing: I'M NOT TELLING...yet.
Rating: PG-13 for nudity (But it's tasteful nudity, I swear!)
POV: Switches between characters.
Summary: Someone has issues with pillows, someone else hear's their mother's voice in their head.
Disclaimer: Did I mention that I'm Mrs. Bob Bryar?
Author Notes: First Fic Ever, please be kind.
Dedications: To the lovely Mrs. Kay Way for choosing the pairing and for being my loverly mentor.
[[Frank's Point of View]]
I didn't even bother to look in the mirror after I stepped out of the
shower. I just dropped my towel, pulled on some boxers and collapsed
on the hotel bed. Now my bandmates love it when we stop at hotels.
They hate the bunks in our tour bus. Now, I admit, the bunks aren't
the most wonderful thing, but I absolutely loathe hotel beds. The
comforters are scratchy, the sheets feel grimy no matter how "clean"
they look, and every (and I mean EVERY) hotel bed comes with that
weird fuzzy middle blanket.
But even that I can deal with. The pillows are what get me. Crappy,
crappy uncomfortable hotel pillows. That always smell musty, like the
last person who used it was some old guy who drooled a lot. Usually I
bring my own pillow into the hotel. But as luck would have it today,
I was so exhausted from the concert I forgot it. I sighed heavily,
since I happen to be laying on top of yet another scratchy comforter
with my face in an above mentioned musty old pillow. I'm just too
tired to move.
I sighed again as I heard the hotel room door open, meaning Bob had
finally gotten done growling at the tech who had dented his bass drum
earlier.
"Hey man, you forgot this on the bus."
And I felt something soft hit my back. MY PILLOW!
[[Bob's Point of View]]
I watched Frank sit up and look at his pillow in amazement before
grinning at me and snuggling tiredly into it. Shaking my head as I
walked into the bathroom, I slowly stripped off my clothes. He had
seemed so shocked. How could I not notice that he always brings his
pillow with him, we always seem to room together. Well it's because
both Gee and Ray snore, so they get to room together so we don't have
to put up with that. And Mikey gets his own room because, well, his
sleeping schedule is very very odd and he's really pissy in the
morning.
Oh face it Robert My lovely inner voice, that sounds oddly like my
mother **Note to self, see a theripist, this is not normal** said as
I stepped into the hot shower, That's not the reason you noticed and
you know it.
I can't help but noticed everything about Frank. How he acts like a
four-year-old at Christmas in the morning, how his favorite shirt is a
plain greenish-gray tee, how he loves to eat hummus and potato chip
sandwiches. (Plain Lay's Ruffle Potato Chips only.) I sighed and
shut off the shower.
I sniffed and pulled on what looked, and smelled, to be a clean
tee-shirt and boxers, but after touring for two months, who knows. I
smiled as I snuck out of the bathroom, careful not to wake Frank. He
was curled up around his pillow, making snuffly noises and twitching
in his sleep, like a puppy. He's just too cute. I grimaced. I sound
like a cross between a stalker and my Aunt Laura. Scary. I slipped
under the covers and closed my eyes, knowing I'd fall asleep quickly
to the noises Frank makes when he sleeps.
--------
I awoke to two honey brown coloured eyes staring at me, about six
inches from my own.
"BOB YOU'RE AWAKE!"
And with that, I was hugged tightly by an extremely hyper Frank.
Unfortunately for me, the hug ended as quickly as it started.
"Check out is in half-an-hour and Mikey has coffee, he'll bring it to
the bus he said, but who knows, he might drink it all before he gets
there." Frank said, grabbing his bag. He stopped before opening the
door, grinning widely at me, "Thanks for bringing me my pillow, I owe
you one."
I was still only half awake when he skipped out of the room, most of
my conciousness focused on his retreating butt. I shook myself out of
my girlish staring and began to get ready for another day.
[[Comment PLEASE? I need feedback, then I can write better next time...]]
Author: zanmoran aka onlylirael
Pairing: I'M NOT TELLING...yet.
Rating: PG-13 for nudity (But it's tasteful nudity, I swear!)
POV: Switches between characters.
Summary: Someone has issues with pillows, someone else hear's their mother's voice in their head.
Disclaimer: Did I mention that I'm Mrs. Bob Bryar?
Author Notes: First Fic Ever, please be kind.
Dedications: To the lovely Mrs. Kay Way for choosing the pairing and for being my loverly mentor.
[[Frank's Point of View]]
I didn't even bother to look in the mirror after I stepped out of the
shower. I just dropped my towel, pulled on some boxers and collapsed
on the hotel bed. Now my bandmates love it when we stop at hotels.
They hate the bunks in our tour bus. Now, I admit, the bunks aren't
the most wonderful thing, but I absolutely loathe hotel beds. The
comforters are scratchy, the sheets feel grimy no matter how "clean"
they look, and every (and I mean EVERY) hotel bed comes with that
weird fuzzy middle blanket.
But even that I can deal with. The pillows are what get me. Crappy,
crappy uncomfortable hotel pillows. That always smell musty, like the
last person who used it was some old guy who drooled a lot. Usually I
bring my own pillow into the hotel. But as luck would have it today,
I was so exhausted from the concert I forgot it. I sighed heavily,
since I happen to be laying on top of yet another scratchy comforter
with my face in an above mentioned musty old pillow. I'm just too
tired to move.
I sighed again as I heard the hotel room door open, meaning Bob had
finally gotten done growling at the tech who had dented his bass drum
earlier.
"Hey man, you forgot this on the bus."
And I felt something soft hit my back. MY PILLOW!
[[Bob's Point of View]]
I watched Frank sit up and look at his pillow in amazement before
grinning at me and snuggling tiredly into it. Shaking my head as I
walked into the bathroom, I slowly stripped off my clothes. He had
seemed so shocked. How could I not notice that he always brings his
pillow with him, we always seem to room together. Well it's because
both Gee and Ray snore, so they get to room together so we don't have
to put up with that. And Mikey gets his own room because, well, his
sleeping schedule is very very odd and he's really pissy in the
morning.
Oh face it Robert My lovely inner voice, that sounds oddly like my
mother **Note to self, see a theripist, this is not normal** said as
I stepped into the hot shower, That's not the reason you noticed and
you know it.
I can't help but noticed everything about Frank. How he acts like a
four-year-old at Christmas in the morning, how his favorite shirt is a
plain greenish-gray tee, how he loves to eat hummus and potato chip
sandwiches. (Plain Lay's Ruffle Potato Chips only.) I sighed and
shut off the shower.
I sniffed and pulled on what looked, and smelled, to be a clean
tee-shirt and boxers, but after touring for two months, who knows. I
smiled as I snuck out of the bathroom, careful not to wake Frank. He
was curled up around his pillow, making snuffly noises and twitching
in his sleep, like a puppy. He's just too cute. I grimaced. I sound
like a cross between a stalker and my Aunt Laura. Scary. I slipped
under the covers and closed my eyes, knowing I'd fall asleep quickly
to the noises Frank makes when he sleeps.
--------
I awoke to two honey brown coloured eyes staring at me, about six
inches from my own.
"BOB YOU'RE AWAKE!"
And with that, I was hugged tightly by an extremely hyper Frank.
Unfortunately for me, the hug ended as quickly as it started.
"Check out is in half-an-hour and Mikey has coffee, he'll bring it to
the bus he said, but who knows, he might drink it all before he gets
there." Frank said, grabbing his bag. He stopped before opening the
door, grinning widely at me, "Thanks for bringing me my pillow, I owe
you one."
I was still only half awake when he skipped out of the room, most of
my conciousness focused on his retreating butt. I shook myself out of
my girlish staring and began to get ready for another day.
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