FIC: I Believe In You
Title: I Believe In You.
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPF - Good Charlotte
Categories: Benji Madden/Joel Madden, angst, vignette.
Rating: G
Archive: Yes to list archives. All others please let me know where so I can come and preen, okay?
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write.
Disclaimer: Benji & Joel Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Benji is nervous before a concert and Joel tries to reassure him that everything is going to be OK.
“What’s wrong?” Joel asked as he stepped up behind Benji, wrapping his arms around him and resting his chin on his shoulder.
Benji sighed softly and leaned back into Joel’s embrace but without taking his eyes off the filling auditorium. “Nothing,” he replied.
Joel snorted, and turned Benji around to face him, resting their foreheads together. “Why don’t I believe you, Benj?”
Benji shrugged his shoulders, tensing, as the noise of the fans grew steadily nervous. “I’m fine,” he lied.
“No you’re not,” Joel shook his head and took Benji’s hand, leading him over to one of the amps. Pushing him down to sit on it, Joel straddled his lap and stared at him. “What’s wrong?” He asked again.
Benji nodded towards the crowd. “There’s a lot of people out there,” he said hoarsely, his mouth dry.
“Yeah. And they’re all here to see…” Joel trailed off at the wide-eyed panicked look on Benji’s face. “You’re not nervous, are you Benji?”
“Nervous? No.” Benji shook his head. “Scared shitless,” he admitted refusing to look at Joel, a faint blush covering his cheeks. “What if I fuck up, Joel?” He asked in a quiet voice, eyes shining with tears.
“You’re not going to fuck up,” Joel reassured him.
“How do you know?”
“Have you ever fucked up before?”
“No,” Benji shook his head and took a deep breath. “But this is different. This is our first big gig. This is it. And I…”
“Need to calm down,” Joel interrupted, pulling him to his feet again and through the maze of corridors to their dressing room. “Benji, you’ll be fine. You’re not gonna fuck up, I’m not gonna fuck up, Billy’s not gonna fuck up, Paul’s not gonna fuck up, Aaron’s not gonna fuck up; in fact we’re gonna rock! OK?”
Benji sank into one of the chairs. “OK,” he replied, holding his head in his hands.
“Benji…” Joel sighed, crouching down in front of him, his hands on his knees. “Look at me, Benji.” He waited until Benji looked up, brown eyes locking together. “Would it help if I said that I believe in you?”
A visible tremor wracked Benji and he opened and closed his mouth wordlessly, before nodding and falling forward into Joel’s arms. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“Anytime,” Joel whispered back, holding Benji tightly until he felt his shaking subside. “OK?” He asked, pulling back slightly, but still not letting go of his twin.
Benji nodded again. “Yeah. Thanks, Joel.”
“Good,” Joel smiled and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Benji’s forehead, giggling as Benji screwed his face up and pushed him away, a grin forming on his face. “That’s much better,” Joel declared, taking Benji’s hand and pulling himself to his feet.
“I’m so…”
Joel shook his head, one finger over Benji’s lip to stop his apology. “Come on, we’ve got a gig to do,” He slung his arm around Benji’s shoulders, the two of them making their way back to the stage where the rest of the band were waiting for them
~El Fin~
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPF - Good Charlotte
Categories: Benji Madden/Joel Madden, angst, vignette.
Rating: G
Archive: Yes to list archives. All others please let me know where so I can come and preen, okay?
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write.
Disclaimer: Benji & Joel Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Benji is nervous before a concert and Joel tries to reassure him that everything is going to be OK.
“What’s wrong?” Joel asked as he stepped up behind Benji, wrapping his arms around him and resting his chin on his shoulder.
Benji sighed softly and leaned back into Joel’s embrace but without taking his eyes off the filling auditorium. “Nothing,” he replied.
Joel snorted, and turned Benji around to face him, resting their foreheads together. “Why don’t I believe you, Benj?”
Benji shrugged his shoulders, tensing, as the noise of the fans grew steadily nervous. “I’m fine,” he lied.
“No you’re not,” Joel shook his head and took Benji’s hand, leading him over to one of the amps. Pushing him down to sit on it, Joel straddled his lap and stared at him. “What’s wrong?” He asked again.
Benji nodded towards the crowd. “There’s a lot of people out there,” he said hoarsely, his mouth dry.
“Yeah. And they’re all here to see…” Joel trailed off at the wide-eyed panicked look on Benji’s face. “You’re not nervous, are you Benji?”
“Nervous? No.” Benji shook his head. “Scared shitless,” he admitted refusing to look at Joel, a faint blush covering his cheeks. “What if I fuck up, Joel?” He asked in a quiet voice, eyes shining with tears.
“You’re not going to fuck up,” Joel reassured him.
“How do you know?”
“Have you ever fucked up before?”
“No,” Benji shook his head and took a deep breath. “But this is different. This is our first big gig. This is it. And I…”
“Need to calm down,” Joel interrupted, pulling him to his feet again and through the maze of corridors to their dressing room. “Benji, you’ll be fine. You’re not gonna fuck up, I’m not gonna fuck up, Billy’s not gonna fuck up, Paul’s not gonna fuck up, Aaron’s not gonna fuck up; in fact we’re gonna rock! OK?”
Benji sank into one of the chairs. “OK,” he replied, holding his head in his hands.
“Benji…” Joel sighed, crouching down in front of him, his hands on his knees. “Look at me, Benji.” He waited until Benji looked up, brown eyes locking together. “Would it help if I said that I believe in you?”
A visible tremor wracked Benji and he opened and closed his mouth wordlessly, before nodding and falling forward into Joel’s arms. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“Anytime,” Joel whispered back, holding Benji tightly until he felt his shaking subside. “OK?” He asked, pulling back slightly, but still not letting go of his twin.
Benji nodded again. “Yeah. Thanks, Joel.”
“Good,” Joel smiled and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Benji’s forehead, giggling as Benji screwed his face up and pushed him away, a grin forming on his face. “That’s much better,” Joel declared, taking Benji’s hand and pulling himself to his feet.
“I’m so…”
Joel shook his head, one finger over Benji’s lip to stop his apology. “Come on, we’ve got a gig to do,” He slung his arm around Benji’s shoulders, the two of them making their way back to the stage where the rest of the band were waiting for them
~El Fin~