All Forms Of Communication - Part of the RADA 'verse
All Forms of Communication
Band(s): Panic At The Disco & Cobra Starship
Pairing(s): Brendon/Vicky T
Word Count: 3, 870
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 - If you have not read (I Watch) The Sky Coming Down To Bury Me, you will NOT understand.
Summary: "Hey Vicky? Is this what it's like for Ryan and Spencer? Calling each other just because?"
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: WTH. HELP!
How do you deal with the moping?
B.
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Re: WTH. HELP!
Coffee. Lots of coffee and some hugs.
You'll be good at that.
x
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Thnx 4 hlp. Cm visit? xB
From: +447863208375
Sent: 22:31
This costs money. As do plane tickets. Email?
From: +17187652154
Sent: 07:18
I lke txt. Tlls me whn ur thnkng of me.
From: +447863208375
Sent: 08:24
Dork. Email me.
From: +17187652154
Sent: 11:49
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From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Am I your bitch now?
So, I didwhat you said.
How's Gabe? Stillg ay? You're safe with him whilst I hree, right? (I swear I'm not the jealous type. It's jsut you.)
Are you coming to England then?
Xb
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Yes, indeed, you are.
Unlike some people (you), I have a job. And I'm not closing it so don't ask.
He's fine. And he says he's thinking of turning straight just so you'll come over and shut me up.
I don't think you should listen to him. You're coming over when Ryan next comes, right?
x
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: You're so kinky.
I have a job. I babysit. It's awsome. Just because I also have lots oft ime off doesn't mean I don't work. :P
Yeah, for two weeks Ithink. Spencer might kick me out. ;) No, jokes, jokes, aboslute jokes.
xB
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Don't you know it?
You like kids? Why am I surprised at that? I shouldn't be surprised at that. This is you. Your email is sparklemotion and the first time I met you, you had a bright pink stripy hoodie on.
Not that that's bad. I should start this email again. Or ma
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"Hello?"
"Sorry, is it early? I didn't realise how early it was."
"No, it's not. It's alright."
"Um... ignore my last email. I didn't finish it. Or start it, properly."
"What?"
"I accidentally sent you an email that I didn't mean to send and it says stuff and I didn't want you get anything wrong."
"So, don't read the email?"
"Well, I guess you could. But just know that it was just me thinking about stuff. About you..."
"Maybe I should read it then. Just to see what you think about stuff and me."
"I don't know. I'll let you get back to sleep. Just, I want you to know that I like all the stuff that I said about you. Just so you know."
"You don't have to. I mean, I'm awake now. As is Jon. He's swearing at me... Don't laugh."
"I'm not. It was clearly a cough. No, I'll let you go. Gabe wants me to come eat anyway."
"Hey Vicky? Is this what it's like for Ryan and Spencer? Calling each other just because?"
"I suppose so, yeah. I suppose. Night B."
"Night babe."
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From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Time Zones
The one dya that I happen to need to get up early a week and you call me at 1 in the morning. I have to wake up early on Tuesdays but you're welcome to call me at any stupid time in the morning at any othert ime. I may be drunk at the time though.
xB
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Re:Time Zones
I don't usually call at that time. I just... I sent that email, and well... Sometimes I can't leave things.
Gabe says that if you don't come over to visit me this summer, he's going to send you anthrax. I don't think he's kidding.
x
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Re:Re:Time Zones
It's ok. I liked hearing from you. It's better than wiating for emails from you all day.
I hoe he is. He's knida scary.
xB
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Re:Re:Re:Time Zones
Such a dork. How's the work going? What with uni and all. Spencer says that Ryan's been busy lately.
x
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"Hello?"
"It's going well. Work, I mean. University. It's going well."
"You don't do things conventionally, do you?"
"Not if I can help it, no. What's up with you then?"
"I'm just making lunch for me and Gabe. He seems to think that food appears all by itself. He really needs someone to take care of him... You know, someone who's not me."
"I don't think he'll let you go even if he gets someone else."
"Well, that's true I suppose. He's been meaning to play some more gigs lately, but I don't know if that's going to happen or not."
"You should. Ryan says you're good. I'd like to hear you play sometime."
"Well, maybe when you come over, you can both come to one of our gigs. I'm sure Gabe will organise one just for you two."
"That'd be awesome. You play keytar right? I've always wanted to try one of those."
"Yeah, I like it. Not many people play it. Gabe likes it because 'it fits his sound' or something."
"You should be careful, I'll be starting to get jealous soon. Should I talk about Becca from my theory class somemore?"
"Maybe that's what I want. Not to make you talk about Becky or whoever, but to make you jealous."
"Well, that's too bad, she's a pretty nice girl. Also, I don't get jealous easy, so it'll take you a while."
"Hmm, I'll try harder then."
"Oh, shit. I have to get dressed. Jon's taking me out tonight. He says that we don't get out enough. Personally, I think he just wants to spend more time with me."
"That's clearly it. Well, I'll say goodbye then. Have a good time."
"Yeah, you too. Say hi to Gabe for me, mmkay?"
"Sure. Bye lovely."
"Bye sugar."
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From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Thought you'd like a listen.
Attachment: G&VShow-January
Just in case you don't come to one of our shows.
x
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Re:Thought you'd like a listen.
You're really good. And don't you even think that I'm not cming to see you. Sweaty, little you dancingaround on stage, with the mic inf ront of you. Mmm...
xB
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Such a perv.
You are such a freakin' perv. I'm not having cyber-sex with you. It's weird and also, it would take too long.
x
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I nvr sed tht. Tut tut, makin assmptns.xB
From: +447863208375
Sent: 14:57
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"Victoria?"
"Of course it's me."
"Is everything ok? It's pretty late. Or, I suppose, not for you."
"I didn't mean that email. You know, it was a joke."
"Yeah, no, I got that. I mean, I was joking in my text too. Are you ok? I mean..."
"I guess. I just, I'm not really used to people joking with me about that sort of stuff."
"Ok, I won't joke with you about that. What... can I ask...? What happened?"
"I just have a couple of asshole boyfriends. The one before last wasn't exactly. He was a fuck. About sex and junk like that."
"There's not much I can say about that Vic... Not except tell you that I'm seriously not like that."
"We'll just have to see, right? Look, I'll talk to you-"
"No, don't go. Look, I've been waiting to talk to you all week."
"Ok, I mean, Gabe's not home until seven, so I've got the house to myself for a while."
"That's good. I mean, it doesn't matter. But ok. Jon's here. He says hi."
"Say hi back. He's never met me. That's weird. Is he nice?"
"Sort of, I dunno. There's some stuff going on at the moment. Whatever. He's my best friend, so..."
"That's cool. What stuff?"
"I dunno. It's not really a big deal. Just stuff with him and Ryan, which totally isn't that useful. They are really angry at each other at the moment. But I guess it makes sense, what with the Ryan and Spencer thing."
"Oh, it's that Jon. I clearly take back the 'hi'."
"Victoria, that's stupid. You don't know him. And you only know Spencer's side of the story. Don't start it."
"It doesn't matter what happened. It's the fact that he knew Ryan had a boyfriend and he still did it. You don't do that. You just don't do that."
"Yeah, cause Ryan was completely innocent. He's the one who had a boyfriend, not Jon."
"And he's sorry. Is Jon sorry?"
"Look, you don't even know him. That's why you're angry, because you can be and you don't have to talk to him."
"Whatever Brendon."
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I'm sorry.
From: +17187652154
Sent: 02:39
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From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Brendon...
You're right, I don't know him. And I'm still angry at Ryan for what he did, so that means I'm allowed to be angry at Jon. You weren't here for what happened after Ryan went back to England. How scared Spencer was that it was going to happen again.
x
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"What?"
"Brendon?"
"Yeah, I'm about to go out. What is it, Victoria?"
"I'm sorry."
"I know. It's doesn't matter. People are allowed to be angry. It's that you don't even care about the other side of the story."
"I do know what I said. But I don't know everyone involved. It's easy to be angry at someone you don't know."
"You don't have to say stuff like you did though. Look, I actually have to go. I'll call you back after my lesson, ok?"
"Ok."
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"Hello?"
"Hey. I said I'd call you. I have an hour until my next lesson."
"I said I'm sorry right."
"Yeah, you did. I know you are. I just... It doesn't mean I can't be angry."
"It sort of does."
"I guess. I mean, I just feel this way and I can't change anything about it. Alright? I still want to email you and call you. But I don't want to talk about that."
"Ok. Ok. So, we talk about other things. How was your lesson?"
"It was awesome. We're doing a couple of productions, one of which is Waiting for Godot. I'm Vladimir in it."
"Well done babe."
"Thanks. I'm really happy with it."
"Oh shit, I have to go, there's this customer here. Email me later?"
"I missed you."
"Yeah, me too. For you, not me. Bye B."
"Bye V."
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From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Doing as you say again?
I actually am your bitch. Have you ever considered a career as a dominatrix? You'd be veryg ood at it. Or maybe it's just becuse I like listening to you.
I think you shouldcome over to England. It'll be quicker than me coming over to you. Its going to be at least two mnoths before I can come to America. Thnk about it.
xB
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Re:Doing as you say again?
We'll go with the latter and I won't tell you all about the boots in my cupboard. ;P
I can't leave the store. It's my only income. Sorry, B. Look, we'll sort something out. Plus, you're always welcome here.
xoxo
From:sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To:victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Re:Re:Doing as you say again?
You can tell mew all about the boots in your cuboard. I promiseto tell you al labout the whips in min e.
I understand,I do. Not gonna stopme from trying though. Jsut so youk now.
xB
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"Hey V. What's up?"
"Ha. I forget about caller ID. Nothing much, just felt like hearing your voice."
"Haha."
"Oh my god, I'm so corny."
"Yes, yes, you are. But I like it."
"What you doing?"
"I was actually trying to decide whether the emphasis is better on the first or last word of this one sentence."
"You're not going to italicise it, are you?"
"Ha, no. I'm writing an essay on vocal tones in archetypal characters."
"Huh?"
"Just, actory sort of stuff. Don't worry."
"Okie dokie little one."
"Don't call me little. I'm totally only... like three years younger than you."
"Six. Actually."
"I'm sorry, what? I thought you were Ryan's age?"
"Nah, I'm older than them. I did the whole uni thing too, you know..."
"Well, I figured that. But this is Ryan's second degree so..."
"Yeah, I guess."
"How's Gabe?"
"He's fine, he's just... he's just being him. I think he changed his job again. I don't know, he doesn't usually tell me. But he's got a new uniform so..."
"That's cool. How's the band, or is he still not letting you do anything serious with it?"
"He's coming round to the idea. You remember Alex and Ryland? Well, they are in this little indie band and Gabe's really interested in working with them, so we might get some guitarists sometime soon..."
"That's good. I mean, that's good, right?"
"Yeah, I guess. They are good musicians and Gabe likes them. Which means they are very possibly gay."
"What? Is Gabe like your personal gaydar?"
"Not exactly. Just everyone he seems to know is gay or female. I think straight guys are scared of him."
"I'm not scared of him."
"Sorry, I'll rephrase that, shall I? Sane straight guys are scared of him."
"Haha. So funny. You know what? I may just keep my best friend all for myself and not even let him go back to New York."
"You could. And then you'd have an angry Spencer. You don't want an angry Spencer."
"Yes, I get that. Does it mean you'd come with Spencer to get him back though? Because I could deal with the glares if you did."
"Ssh, you. I'm not coming. I can't close the bookstore in the middle of the summer rush just to come visit you."
"I'm not asking for summer rush. What about spring?"
"By the time I booked a ticket that cost under a million dollars it would be summer."
"Yeah, I guess. Ryan's already talking about booking the tickets. I just give him money and he does it for me."
"He doesn't come back anymore than you do. He can't go home for the weekend."
"Yeah, well, neither can I. That's why I've got the grant. I lived on my own when I got in here."
"Oh Bren..."
"It's ok. It's been a couple of years. I mean, my family? They love me, I know they do. Because they send me stuff on my birthday and I go over for Christmas. But I couldn't live there knowing what they thought about what I was doing with my life. You know? Being an actor? There's a lot of... shame in it for certain types of people."
"Yeah, I... I don't know what to say. I just never thought about anyone being anything but supportive. It's a hard thing to do."
"Yeah, it is. But it's worth it. When I'm on the stage and the footlights are up and it's just me and the character. That's what makes it worth it."
"I get that. So completely. Like, I love the store, but I wish my Great-Aunt had never left it to me sometimes, because I can't do what Gabe does and just focus on the music, like I want it to be."
"Mmm. Exactly. I kind of wish I didn't have to go through all this junk to get to where I want to be. Like, if I could be a famous theatre actor already, I'd be very happy."
"You doing anything this afternoon?"
"No, I don't think so. Nothing that doesn't include writing this essay and I should be done in... about an hour probably, if we hang up soon."
"Yeah, I kind of don't have enough money to be on the phone for very much longer. So, say goodbye now and check your email at around... 3, kay?"
"That's in like an hour. Ok, I see the logic. Goodbye V."
"Bye Bren."
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From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: AIM
Go here: http://dashboard.aim.com/aim and download AIM if you haven't already got it, then email me back your screenname.
x
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Re:AIM
I didn't. It's RADAsSprklMtn.
x
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GabantiIsHot: Hey. It's Vicky.
RADAsSprklMtn: hey. this is knda strange.
GabantiIsHot: How so?
RADAsSprklMtn: wll, MSN is rlly diffrnt.
GabantiIsHot: I suppose. I've never had it. How did the essay go?
RADAsSprklMtn: ok. took me 2 lng
GabantiIsHot: It's not that long after 3.
RADAsSprklMtn: yeh wll. thght it wud tke less tme
GabantiIsHot: Ok. How many essays do you get a term?
RADAsSprklMtn: mre thn ud expct. ive hd myb 8 since Easter.
GabantiIsHot: A lot more than I'd expect. For acting.
RADAsSprklMtn: its nt jst actin.
RADAsSprklMtn: its lke theory n jnk.
RADAsSprklMtn: its hrd wrk.
GabantiIsHot: I'm not saying it's not.
RADAsSprklMtn: u sre?
GabantiIsHot: Yeah. I mean, I just meant I thought it was more practical.
RADAsSprklMtn: its lke... half n half... ive gt a play comin up soon.
GabantiIsHot: What is it?
RADAsSprklMtn: we dno. we thnk myb '6 characters in search of an author'...
GabantiIsHot: Huh? That's a play?
RADAsSprklMtn: yeh, ths mdrnish thng by luigi pirandello. its cool.
GabantiIsHot: I bet. Is it famous?
RADAsSprklMtn: yeh. u shuld hv it in ur store
GabantiIsHot: We don't have a play section, even if Ryan's been bugging me about it since he moved here.
GabantiIsHot: You will too, now, I suppose.I know.
RADAsSprklMtn: dmn rght
GabantiIsHot: That's terrible. I'm just going to ignore you.
RADAsSprklMtn: oooooh. bt u cnt. im 2 prty.
RADAsSprklMtn: ill introduce u 2 the beuty of plys in wrttn frm
GabantiIsHot: I should introduce you to the beauty of the English language in written form.
RADAsSprklMtn: haha. so fny. ryn's here.
RADAsSprklMtn: he says hi. were mnt 2 be going 4 a drnk.
GabantiIsHot: That's ok. I mean, it's what... 8 over there?
RADAsSprklMtn: yeh, about hlf pst. rght g2g. ly
GabantiIsHot: Bye Bren.
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From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Where did you go?
It's been almost two weeks. Where did you go?
xo
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Re:Where did you go?
Guh, I'm sosorry. Ive been really bsuy with thi splay that we're doing. Howare you?
xB
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Re:Re:Where did you go?
It's ok. I was just worried. Yeah, it's been alright. Gabe's been all mopey because the guy he was into went back to Atlanta.
How's Ryan?
xoxo
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Re:Re:Re:Where did you go?
Aw, you were w orried?! POor Gbae. Guy fromA tlanta a jerk?
I'm suprised you aske.d He's ok. Working on a play like the rest of us. Hes exicited abut Spencer coming ovre.
xB
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:Where did you go?
Nah, he was a nice guy. I think he's coming back, but Gabe's all mopey anyway. Yes, I was worried, come on. I've talked to you every other day or so since you came.
Spencer's excited too. You should see him, he keeps asking me to go shopping for more clothes, like they'll need clothes.
xoxo
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:Re: Where did you go?
Sory aboutn the longawaited reply/. I was doing th shows for hte play. Spencer's here.
Guh, they're all... gross and junk. Imstealing him tonight so he can get ataste of England withoutRyab.
xB
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: WHAT HAPPENED?
What the actual fuck? Spencer called me in tears from a payphone saying something about Ryan cheating when you took him out. How did that happen?
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Re:WHAT HAPPENED?
What? You expect h me ooto take respoinsiblity for YRan's majorfuck ups. Fuck you.
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Re:Re:WHAT HAPPENED?
No, Brendon. I didn't... Spencer won't tell me anything. I wanted to know if you knew. I can't do anything from here. THey're just holed up in their apartment and I had to actually go to Spencer's work to talk to him. Help me?
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: The Whole Story
(The Title needs ot have capitals from dramaticeffect, you undrestand?)
So, JOn isin love with RYan/. Heknows I'm taknig Spencer out, because I toldhim. He goes to Ryan'sapartment, and getsRyan drukn as a skunk.
They have sex.
AfterwardsJon tells RYan to leaveSpence and thathe loves him. Ryuan tells him toleave; He doesand Spencer comes bakc.
Ryan tells Spencer all and Spencerleaves.
Tragic huh?
xB
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"So that's what happened?"
"I love that you don't say hello anymore. Hey V."
"Hey Bren."
"Yeah, that's what happened. Well, as far as Jon and Ryan told me. I mean, you know, that's what I pieced together."
"That's shitty what he did. What Jon did, I mean. Like, telling Ryan to leave Spencer?"
"Yeah, well, he really does love Ryan and he thought that everything would be easier if they were together."
"I guess, yeah. We only really see it from our perspective I suppose. How's he holding up?"
"Not so good. We have an apartment down here and he's refusing to leave the sofa currently. He's really drunk."
"Yeah, these two are just... recluses. They won't come out. We'll see. I see Ryan going to Spencer's work everyday, so I suppose they are still together."
"I hope so. They really do love each other."
"So, not long until you're here then. I told you that you'd be here first."
"Yeah, I know. I can't believe it. It's been too long V."
"Don't go there. Two more weeks, right?"
"Yeah, two more weeks. I'll get them to go out. They have to, otherwise I'll never see you."
"That's true. Are you coming to a gig whilst you're here?"
"Yeah, definitely. Maybe I'll just come."
"That'd be good. Do that. Oh, I forgot to say. Guy from Atlanta? He's back. Gabe has attached himself to Nate ever since."
"Guh, you've got love all around you. Don't worry. I'll be there to save you soon."
"My knight in sparkly armour."
"Don't you know it. Haha. Oh, I have to go. Jon's awake. I'll talk to you later, kay?"
"Yeah, bye Bren."
"Bye V."
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From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: One week and counting.
Is Jon ok for you to come over here?
Can't wait to see you. Neither can Ryan.
xoxo
From sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Five days and counting.
I got hima job. He hsa to be sober for ti. He's doingbetter.
I can't waait to seeyou. To see etiher ofyou.
xB
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Three days.
When's your flight? Ryan said he has to go pick you up.
xoxo
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To:sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Tomorrow
The flight gets in to yours at about half one.
xB
Band(s): Panic At The Disco & Cobra Starship
Pairing(s): Brendon/Vicky T
Word Count: 3, 870
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 - If you have not read (I Watch) The Sky Coming Down To Bury Me, you will NOT understand.
Summary: "Hey Vicky? Is this what it's like for Ryan and Spencer? Calling each other just because?"
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: WTH. HELP!
How do you deal with the moping?
B.
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Re: WTH. HELP!
Coffee. Lots of coffee and some hugs.
You'll be good at that.
x
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Thnx 4 hlp. Cm visit? xB
From: +447863208375
Sent: 22:31
This costs money. As do plane tickets. Email?
From: +17187652154
Sent: 07:18
I lke txt. Tlls me whn ur thnkng of me.
From: +447863208375
Sent: 08:24
Dork. Email me.
From: +17187652154
Sent: 11:49
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From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Am I your bitch now?
So, I didwhat you said.
How's Gabe? Stillg ay? You're safe with him whilst I hree, right? (I swear I'm not the jealous type. It's jsut you.)
Are you coming to England then?
Xb
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Yes, indeed, you are.
Unlike some people (you), I have a job. And I'm not closing it so don't ask.
He's fine. And he says he's thinking of turning straight just so you'll come over and shut me up.
I don't think you should listen to him. You're coming over when Ryan next comes, right?
x
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: You're so kinky.
I have a job. I babysit. It's awsome. Just because I also have lots oft ime off doesn't mean I don't work. :P
Yeah, for two weeks Ithink. Spencer might kick me out. ;) No, jokes, jokes, aboslute jokes.
xB
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Don't you know it?
You like kids? Why am I surprised at that? I shouldn't be surprised at that. This is you. Your email is sparklemotion and the first time I met you, you had a bright pink stripy hoodie on.
Not that that's bad. I should start this email again. Or ma
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"Hello?"
"Sorry, is it early? I didn't realise how early it was."
"No, it's not. It's alright."
"Um... ignore my last email. I didn't finish it. Or start it, properly."
"What?"
"I accidentally sent you an email that I didn't mean to send and it says stuff and I didn't want you get anything wrong."
"So, don't read the email?"
"Well, I guess you could. But just know that it was just me thinking about stuff. About you..."
"Maybe I should read it then. Just to see what you think about stuff and me."
"I don't know. I'll let you get back to sleep. Just, I want you to know that I like all the stuff that I said about you. Just so you know."
"You don't have to. I mean, I'm awake now. As is Jon. He's swearing at me... Don't laugh."
"I'm not. It was clearly a cough. No, I'll let you go. Gabe wants me to come eat anyway."
"Hey Vicky? Is this what it's like for Ryan and Spencer? Calling each other just because?"
"I suppose so, yeah. I suppose. Night B."
"Night babe."
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From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Time Zones
The one dya that I happen to need to get up early a week and you call me at 1 in the morning. I have to wake up early on Tuesdays but you're welcome to call me at any stupid time in the morning at any othert ime. I may be drunk at the time though.
xB
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Re:Time Zones
I don't usually call at that time. I just... I sent that email, and well... Sometimes I can't leave things.
Gabe says that if you don't come over to visit me this summer, he's going to send you anthrax. I don't think he's kidding.
x
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Re:Re:Time Zones
It's ok. I liked hearing from you. It's better than wiating for emails from you all day.
I hoe he is. He's knida scary.
xB
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Re:Re:Re:Time Zones
Such a dork. How's the work going? What with uni and all. Spencer says that Ryan's been busy lately.
x
--
"Hello?"
"It's going well. Work, I mean. University. It's going well."
"You don't do things conventionally, do you?"
"Not if I can help it, no. What's up with you then?"
"I'm just making lunch for me and Gabe. He seems to think that food appears all by itself. He really needs someone to take care of him... You know, someone who's not me."
"I don't think he'll let you go even if he gets someone else."
"Well, that's true I suppose. He's been meaning to play some more gigs lately, but I don't know if that's going to happen or not."
"You should. Ryan says you're good. I'd like to hear you play sometime."
"Well, maybe when you come over, you can both come to one of our gigs. I'm sure Gabe will organise one just for you two."
"That'd be awesome. You play keytar right? I've always wanted to try one of those."
"Yeah, I like it. Not many people play it. Gabe likes it because 'it fits his sound' or something."
"You should be careful, I'll be starting to get jealous soon. Should I talk about Becca from my theory class somemore?"
"Maybe that's what I want. Not to make you talk about Becky or whoever, but to make you jealous."
"Well, that's too bad, she's a pretty nice girl. Also, I don't get jealous easy, so it'll take you a while."
"Hmm, I'll try harder then."
"Oh, shit. I have to get dressed. Jon's taking me out tonight. He says that we don't get out enough. Personally, I think he just wants to spend more time with me."
"That's clearly it. Well, I'll say goodbye then. Have a good time."
"Yeah, you too. Say hi to Gabe for me, mmkay?"
"Sure. Bye lovely."
"Bye sugar."
--
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Thought you'd like a listen.
Attachment: G&VShow-January
Just in case you don't come to one of our shows.
x
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Re:Thought you'd like a listen.
You're really good. And don't you even think that I'm not cming to see you. Sweaty, little you dancingaround on stage, with the mic inf ront of you. Mmm...
xB
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Such a perv.
You are such a freakin' perv. I'm not having cyber-sex with you. It's weird and also, it would take too long.
x
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I nvr sed tht. Tut tut, makin assmptns.xB
From: +447863208375
Sent: 14:57
--
"Victoria?"
"Of course it's me."
"Is everything ok? It's pretty late. Or, I suppose, not for you."
"I didn't mean that email. You know, it was a joke."
"Yeah, no, I got that. I mean, I was joking in my text too. Are you ok? I mean..."
"I guess. I just, I'm not really used to people joking with me about that sort of stuff."
"Ok, I won't joke with you about that. What... can I ask...? What happened?"
"I just have a couple of asshole boyfriends. The one before last wasn't exactly. He was a fuck. About sex and junk like that."
"There's not much I can say about that Vic... Not except tell you that I'm seriously not like that."
"We'll just have to see, right? Look, I'll talk to you-"
"No, don't go. Look, I've been waiting to talk to you all week."
"Ok, I mean, Gabe's not home until seven, so I've got the house to myself for a while."
"That's good. I mean, it doesn't matter. But ok. Jon's here. He says hi."
"Say hi back. He's never met me. That's weird. Is he nice?"
"Sort of, I dunno. There's some stuff going on at the moment. Whatever. He's my best friend, so..."
"That's cool. What stuff?"
"I dunno. It's not really a big deal. Just stuff with him and Ryan, which totally isn't that useful. They are really angry at each other at the moment. But I guess it makes sense, what with the Ryan and Spencer thing."
"Oh, it's that Jon. I clearly take back the 'hi'."
"Victoria, that's stupid. You don't know him. And you only know Spencer's side of the story. Don't start it."
"It doesn't matter what happened. It's the fact that he knew Ryan had a boyfriend and he still did it. You don't do that. You just don't do that."
"Yeah, cause Ryan was completely innocent. He's the one who had a boyfriend, not Jon."
"And he's sorry. Is Jon sorry?"
"Look, you don't even know him. That's why you're angry, because you can be and you don't have to talk to him."
"Whatever Brendon."
--
I'm sorry.
From: +17187652154
Sent: 02:39
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From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Brendon...
You're right, I don't know him. And I'm still angry at Ryan for what he did, so that means I'm allowed to be angry at Jon. You weren't here for what happened after Ryan went back to England. How scared Spencer was that it was going to happen again.
x
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"What?"
"Brendon?"
"Yeah, I'm about to go out. What is it, Victoria?"
"I'm sorry."
"I know. It's doesn't matter. People are allowed to be angry. It's that you don't even care about the other side of the story."
"I do know what I said. But I don't know everyone involved. It's easy to be angry at someone you don't know."
"You don't have to say stuff like you did though. Look, I actually have to go. I'll call you back after my lesson, ok?"
"Ok."
--
"Hello?"
"Hey. I said I'd call you. I have an hour until my next lesson."
"I said I'm sorry right."
"Yeah, you did. I know you are. I just... It doesn't mean I can't be angry."
"It sort of does."
"I guess. I mean, I just feel this way and I can't change anything about it. Alright? I still want to email you and call you. But I don't want to talk about that."
"Ok. Ok. So, we talk about other things. How was your lesson?"
"It was awesome. We're doing a couple of productions, one of which is Waiting for Godot. I'm Vladimir in it."
"Well done babe."
"Thanks. I'm really happy with it."
"Oh shit, I have to go, there's this customer here. Email me later?"
"I missed you."
"Yeah, me too. For you, not me. Bye B."
"Bye V."
--
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Doing as you say again?
I actually am your bitch. Have you ever considered a career as a dominatrix? You'd be veryg ood at it. Or maybe it's just becuse I like listening to you.
I think you shouldcome over to England. It'll be quicker than me coming over to you. Its going to be at least two mnoths before I can come to America. Thnk about it.
xB
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Re:Doing as you say again?
We'll go with the latter and I won't tell you all about the boots in my cupboard. ;P
I can't leave the store. It's my only income. Sorry, B. Look, we'll sort something out. Plus, you're always welcome here.
xoxo
From:sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To:victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Re:Re:Doing as you say again?
You can tell mew all about the boots in your cuboard. I promiseto tell you al labout the whips in min e.
I understand,I do. Not gonna stopme from trying though. Jsut so youk now.
xB
--
"Hey V. What's up?"
"Ha. I forget about caller ID. Nothing much, just felt like hearing your voice."
"Haha."
"Oh my god, I'm so corny."
"Yes, yes, you are. But I like it."
"What you doing?"
"I was actually trying to decide whether the emphasis is better on the first or last word of this one sentence."
"You're not going to italicise it, are you?"
"Ha, no. I'm writing an essay on vocal tones in archetypal characters."
"Huh?"
"Just, actory sort of stuff. Don't worry."
"Okie dokie little one."
"Don't call me little. I'm totally only... like three years younger than you."
"Six. Actually."
"I'm sorry, what? I thought you were Ryan's age?"
"Nah, I'm older than them. I did the whole uni thing too, you know..."
"Well, I figured that. But this is Ryan's second degree so..."
"Yeah, I guess."
"How's Gabe?"
"He's fine, he's just... he's just being him. I think he changed his job again. I don't know, he doesn't usually tell me. But he's got a new uniform so..."
"That's cool. How's the band, or is he still not letting you do anything serious with it?"
"He's coming round to the idea. You remember Alex and Ryland? Well, they are in this little indie band and Gabe's really interested in working with them, so we might get some guitarists sometime soon..."
"That's good. I mean, that's good, right?"
"Yeah, I guess. They are good musicians and Gabe likes them. Which means they are very possibly gay."
"What? Is Gabe like your personal gaydar?"
"Not exactly. Just everyone he seems to know is gay or female. I think straight guys are scared of him."
"I'm not scared of him."
"Sorry, I'll rephrase that, shall I? Sane straight guys are scared of him."
"Haha. So funny. You know what? I may just keep my best friend all for myself and not even let him go back to New York."
"You could. And then you'd have an angry Spencer. You don't want an angry Spencer."
"Yes, I get that. Does it mean you'd come with Spencer to get him back though? Because I could deal with the glares if you did."
"Ssh, you. I'm not coming. I can't close the bookstore in the middle of the summer rush just to come visit you."
"I'm not asking for summer rush. What about spring?"
"By the time I booked a ticket that cost under a million dollars it would be summer."
"Yeah, I guess. Ryan's already talking about booking the tickets. I just give him money and he does it for me."
"He doesn't come back anymore than you do. He can't go home for the weekend."
"Yeah, well, neither can I. That's why I've got the grant. I lived on my own when I got in here."
"Oh Bren..."
"It's ok. It's been a couple of years. I mean, my family? They love me, I know they do. Because they send me stuff on my birthday and I go over for Christmas. But I couldn't live there knowing what they thought about what I was doing with my life. You know? Being an actor? There's a lot of... shame in it for certain types of people."
"Yeah, I... I don't know what to say. I just never thought about anyone being anything but supportive. It's a hard thing to do."
"Yeah, it is. But it's worth it. When I'm on the stage and the footlights are up and it's just me and the character. That's what makes it worth it."
"I get that. So completely. Like, I love the store, but I wish my Great-Aunt had never left it to me sometimes, because I can't do what Gabe does and just focus on the music, like I want it to be."
"Mmm. Exactly. I kind of wish I didn't have to go through all this junk to get to where I want to be. Like, if I could be a famous theatre actor already, I'd be very happy."
"You doing anything this afternoon?"
"No, I don't think so. Nothing that doesn't include writing this essay and I should be done in... about an hour probably, if we hang up soon."
"Yeah, I kind of don't have enough money to be on the phone for very much longer. So, say goodbye now and check your email at around... 3, kay?"
"That's in like an hour. Ok, I see the logic. Goodbye V."
"Bye Bren."
--
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: AIM
Go here: http://dashboard.aim.com/aim and download AIM if you haven't already got it, then email me back your screenname.
x
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Re:AIM
I didn't. It's RADAsSprklMtn.
x
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GabantiIsHot: Hey. It's Vicky.
RADAsSprklMtn: hey. this is knda strange.
GabantiIsHot: How so?
RADAsSprklMtn: wll, MSN is rlly diffrnt.
GabantiIsHot: I suppose. I've never had it. How did the essay go?
RADAsSprklMtn: ok. took me 2 lng
GabantiIsHot: It's not that long after 3.
RADAsSprklMtn: yeh wll. thght it wud tke less tme
GabantiIsHot: Ok. How many essays do you get a term?
RADAsSprklMtn: mre thn ud expct. ive hd myb 8 since Easter.
GabantiIsHot: A lot more than I'd expect. For acting.
RADAsSprklMtn: its nt jst actin.
RADAsSprklMtn: its lke theory n jnk.
RADAsSprklMtn: its hrd wrk.
GabantiIsHot: I'm not saying it's not.
RADAsSprklMtn: u sre?
GabantiIsHot: Yeah. I mean, I just meant I thought it was more practical.
RADAsSprklMtn: its lke... half n half... ive gt a play comin up soon.
GabantiIsHot: What is it?
RADAsSprklMtn: we dno. we thnk myb '6 characters in search of an author'...
GabantiIsHot: Huh? That's a play?
RADAsSprklMtn: yeh, ths mdrnish thng by luigi pirandello. its cool.
GabantiIsHot: I bet. Is it famous?
RADAsSprklMtn: yeh. u shuld hv it in ur store
GabantiIsHot: We don't have a play section, even if Ryan's been bugging me about it since he moved here.
GabantiIsHot: You will too, now, I suppose.I know.
RADAsSprklMtn: dmn rght
GabantiIsHot: That's terrible. I'm just going to ignore you.
RADAsSprklMtn: oooooh. bt u cnt. im 2 prty.
RADAsSprklMtn: ill introduce u 2 the beuty of plys in wrttn frm
GabantiIsHot: I should introduce you to the beauty of the English language in written form.
RADAsSprklMtn: haha. so fny. ryn's here.
RADAsSprklMtn: he says hi. were mnt 2 be going 4 a drnk.
GabantiIsHot: That's ok. I mean, it's what... 8 over there?
RADAsSprklMtn: yeh, about hlf pst. rght g2g. ly
GabantiIsHot: Bye Bren.
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From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Where did you go?
It's been almost two weeks. Where did you go?
xo
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Re:Where did you go?
Guh, I'm sosorry. Ive been really bsuy with thi splay that we're doing. Howare you?
xB
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Re:Re:Where did you go?
It's ok. I was just worried. Yeah, it's been alright. Gabe's been all mopey because the guy he was into went back to Atlanta.
How's Ryan?
xoxo
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Re:Re:Re:Where did you go?
Aw, you were w orried?! POor Gbae. Guy fromA tlanta a jerk?
I'm suprised you aske.d He's ok. Working on a play like the rest of us. Hes exicited abut Spencer coming ovre.
xB
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:Where did you go?
Nah, he was a nice guy. I think he's coming back, but Gabe's all mopey anyway. Yes, I was worried, come on. I've talked to you every other day or so since you came.
Spencer's excited too. You should see him, he keeps asking me to go shopping for more clothes, like they'll need clothes.
xoxo
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:Re: Where did you go?
Sory aboutn the longawaited reply/. I was doing th shows for hte play. Spencer's here.
Guh, they're all... gross and junk. Imstealing him tonight so he can get ataste of England withoutRyab.
xB
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: WHAT HAPPENED?
What the actual fuck? Spencer called me in tears from a payphone saying something about Ryan cheating when you took him out. How did that happen?
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Re:WHAT HAPPENED?
What? You expect h me ooto take respoinsiblity for YRan's majorfuck ups. Fuck you.
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Re:Re:WHAT HAPPENED?
No, Brendon. I didn't... Spencer won't tell me anything. I wanted to know if you knew. I can't do anything from here. THey're just holed up in their apartment and I had to actually go to Spencer's work to talk to him. Help me?
From: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: The Whole Story
(The Title needs ot have capitals from dramaticeffect, you undrestand?)
So, JOn isin love with RYan/. Heknows I'm taknig Spencer out, because I toldhim. He goes to Ryan'sapartment, and getsRyan drukn as a skunk.
They have sex.
AfterwardsJon tells RYan to leaveSpence and thathe loves him. Ryuan tells him toleave; He doesand Spencer comes bakc.
Ryan tells Spencer all and Spencerleaves.
Tragic huh?
xB
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"So that's what happened?"
"I love that you don't say hello anymore. Hey V."
"Hey Bren."
"Yeah, that's what happened. Well, as far as Jon and Ryan told me. I mean, you know, that's what I pieced together."
"That's shitty what he did. What Jon did, I mean. Like, telling Ryan to leave Spencer?"
"Yeah, well, he really does love Ryan and he thought that everything would be easier if they were together."
"I guess, yeah. We only really see it from our perspective I suppose. How's he holding up?"
"Not so good. We have an apartment down here and he's refusing to leave the sofa currently. He's really drunk."
"Yeah, these two are just... recluses. They won't come out. We'll see. I see Ryan going to Spencer's work everyday, so I suppose they are still together."
"I hope so. They really do love each other."
"So, not long until you're here then. I told you that you'd be here first."
"Yeah, I know. I can't believe it. It's been too long V."
"Don't go there. Two more weeks, right?"
"Yeah, two more weeks. I'll get them to go out. They have to, otherwise I'll never see you."
"That's true. Are you coming to a gig whilst you're here?"
"Yeah, definitely. Maybe I'll just come."
"That'd be good. Do that. Oh, I forgot to say. Guy from Atlanta? He's back. Gabe has attached himself to Nate ever since."
"Guh, you've got love all around you. Don't worry. I'll be there to save you soon."
"My knight in sparkly armour."
"Don't you know it. Haha. Oh, I have to go. Jon's awake. I'll talk to you later, kay?"
"Yeah, bye Bren."
"Bye V."
--
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: One week and counting.
Is Jon ok for you to come over here?
Can't wait to see you. Neither can Ryan.
xoxo
From sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
To: victoriaasher@gmail.com
Subject: Five days and counting.
I got hima job. He hsa to be sober for ti. He's doingbetter.
I can't waait to seeyou. To see etiher ofyou.
xB
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To: sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Three days.
When's your flight? Ryan said he has to go pick you up.
xoxo
From: victoriaasher@gmail.com
To:sprklmtn@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Tomorrow
The flight gets in to yours at about half one.
xB