Fic: True Story | popslash | jc/tony lucca
True Story
Fandom: popslash
Pairing: JC/Tony
Comments: Written for It's Gonna Be May! Thanks to puszysty for being my fact-checker and MMC Guru Extraordinaire. My first time writing Tony and I am pretty sure I didn't do him justice, but I tried! It's sort of a music mix, and sort of a story, so just follow my lead and hopefully we'll end up in the same place.
Warnings: Recreational drug use.
true story / tony lucca
until the night i finally heard
the sound of coltrane
brought me to my knees
spin the bottle / julianna hatfield
it's my turn in a minute, gonna put my message in it
five minutes in the closet with you
now and forever / jc chasez & tony lucca
you made sense of madness
when my sanity hangs by a thread
Sometimes, Tony thinks it happened like this:
One of the zillions of stupid drunk games they played whenever someone's parents went out of town and they had an apartment to themselves-spin the bottle or seven minutes or whatever other game they could come up with as an excuse to make out with people who weren't their girlfriends. Tony never tried very hard at those until Keri left because Keri was hot and maybe she couldn't sing, but she was good at other things, things that mattered more than that, like blowjobs. Tony didn't need to try hard when he had Keri.
But then Keri was gone, off the show and they were still together, but JC just grinned and said, "Man, she's not even in the same state! Once you cross state lines, it totally doesn't count." Tony was pretty sure that wasn't true, or at least Keri wouldn't think it was true, but the next time they played seven minutes, he made out with Lindsay and Jennifer and Nikki, and spent five really uncomfortable minutes with Dale in the closet, wishing he had drunk less because Dale didn't want to make out, he just wanted to tell the most disgusting jokes he could think of involving bodily fluids Tony really didn't want to think about, ever.
But then there was the time with JC, who just smiled a little and kissed like a girl, and that's how it happened.
memory lane / elliott smith
your little house on memory lane
the mayor’s name is fear
his voice patrols the pier
from a mountain of cliche
paper planes / mia
Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bombs
But sometimes, Tony thinks it happened like this:
Sitting on the floor beneath the open window of JC's bedroom, passing the joint back and forth until JC burnt his fingers trying to get one last hit, snuffed it out on the window sill and sucked his fingers into his mouth with hiss.
"You gotta hear this," JC said, fumbling with his tape deck, fingers clumsy and slow as they pressed at buttons until the tape spun and caught. Horns and piano, low and dark to start, and Tony started to say that he didn't like jazz and he needed words to his music, thanks, but JC said, "Listen. Just listen," and he did.
marrow / ani difranco
the answer came like a shot in the back
while you were running from your lesson
which might explain why years later all you could remember was the terror of the question
fire sign / david berkeley
here is a looking glass what do you see
there is nothing there but me
new york i love you / lcd soundsystem
new york, you're safer and you're wasting my time
our records all show you are filthy but fine
Mostly, what Tony knows about JC is that he's a quitter.
Four months in LA and it was hard and it sucked, sure, because getting rejected always sucked but Tony kept saying they had to get used to it because this is how the music industry is, and JC just kept looking at him all disappointed, like he expected success to just get handed to them right away.
And it's not that JC was lazy because that's the last thing Tony ever thought of him, but he wasn't willing to sleep in his car and take the really shitty jobs or eat ramen all the time and he kept saying, "I could be in college right now, I could be doing something with my life," and Tony kept saying, "We are doing something, you're just too stupid to realize it."
When JC left for Nashville, he kissed Tony good-bye, a soft sweet kiss and he still kissed like a girl. He kissed Tony good-bye and said, "I'm not quitting, I'm just not willing to suffer."
He kissed Tony good-bye, and Tony heard Coltrane echoing in his head.
one man guy / rufus wainwright
i don't know why i'm a one man guy
or why i'm a one man show
but these three cubic feet of bone and blood and meat are all i love and know
straw man / david berkeley
she makes the world around me seem
lavender and wintergreen
when we're side by side
plush / stone temple pilots
where ya going for tommorrow
where ya going with that mask i found
who woulda thunk it / greg brown
now we say I could walk all night, it's not true
we can't walk all night, no, because we don't want to
When Tony thinks about how it all started, he never though it'd end like this:
With JC coming suddenly back into his life, and Tony still thinks he's a quitter, he quit real music to be in a boyband, after all, but he's rich and famous and everything Tony's not, and everything Tony never wanted to be.
They run into each other at a club and suddenly JC is everywhere, coming to his shows, attracting crowds of underage girls everywhere he goes, smiling politely and signing their napkins and pulling his hat down low on his head, saying, "Next time maybe I'll hang backstage, this should be about you, man."
He invites Tony on tour and it's pretty much the last thing Tony wants to do, ever, but it's a good offer and he's getting paid and it's a good opportunity and all that, but still. Mostly, JC looks at him and says, "C'mon, man, please? Road trip. It'll be like old times."
Except that it's nothing like old times because old times meant Tony and JC doing it together; old times meant they were equals and old times meant JC was authentic and not some plastic version of himself. Even his smile is different, and when he kisses Tony in the back of the bus with Coltrane playing low over the sound system and nothing outside the bus windows but power lines and empty America, he kisses like a guy, like he means it. Like he wants more.
Tony feels like he hardly knows this person anymore.
rollerskate skinny / old 97s
every other day is a kick in the shins
every other day it's like the day just wins
nut you make it all right, you make it ok
you make me sorta glad that i waited till today
i can, i will, i do / tony lucca
baby don't you run
if it ain't straight to me
catch me / tony lucca feat. jc chasez
curtains drawn, ovations ring
the weight of every word you sing
is spread out like a secret
of what you feel deep down
After all is said and done, though, it'll be like this:
Years without talking, but suddenly one day Tony will realize that he's forgotten why they stopped talking in the first place. Maybe they just drifted apart or maybe they had a huge fight over some moral dilemma, but it won't matter anymore because Tony will have forgotten.
He'll show up at one of JC's shows unannounced, a small, regular club thing that JC does now, no teenagers in sight. JC will sit on a stool with his guitar balanced on his knee and he will still sing with his eyes closed, voice clear and bright and strong. He'll see Tony standing at the bar, nursing his beer, and he'll tell the audience, "There's an old friend of mine here tonight, so if you don't mind, I'd like to sing a song with him."
The audience won't mind. Tony will pull up a chair and take the guitar from JC. JC's smile will be warm because he'll have forgotten, too, and it will be just like old times.
And they will sing.
download: [true story]
Fandom: popslash
Pairing: JC/Tony
Comments: Written for It's Gonna Be May! Thanks to puszysty for being my fact-checker and MMC Guru Extraordinaire. My first time writing Tony and I am pretty sure I didn't do him justice, but I tried! It's sort of a music mix, and sort of a story, so just follow my lead and hopefully we'll end up in the same place.
Warnings: Recreational drug use.
true story / tony lucca
until the night i finally heard
the sound of coltrane
brought me to my knees
spin the bottle / julianna hatfield
it's my turn in a minute, gonna put my message in it
five minutes in the closet with you
now and forever / jc chasez & tony lucca
you made sense of madness
when my sanity hangs by a thread
Sometimes, Tony thinks it happened like this:
One of the zillions of stupid drunk games they played whenever someone's parents went out of town and they had an apartment to themselves-spin the bottle or seven minutes or whatever other game they could come up with as an excuse to make out with people who weren't their girlfriends. Tony never tried very hard at those until Keri left because Keri was hot and maybe she couldn't sing, but she was good at other things, things that mattered more than that, like blowjobs. Tony didn't need to try hard when he had Keri.
But then Keri was gone, off the show and they were still together, but JC just grinned and said, "Man, she's not even in the same state! Once you cross state lines, it totally doesn't count." Tony was pretty sure that wasn't true, or at least Keri wouldn't think it was true, but the next time they played seven minutes, he made out with Lindsay and Jennifer and Nikki, and spent five really uncomfortable minutes with Dale in the closet, wishing he had drunk less because Dale didn't want to make out, he just wanted to tell the most disgusting jokes he could think of involving bodily fluids Tony really didn't want to think about, ever.
But then there was the time with JC, who just smiled a little and kissed like a girl, and that's how it happened.
memory lane / elliott smith
your little house on memory lane
the mayor’s name is fear
his voice patrols the pier
from a mountain of cliche
paper planes / mia
Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bombs
But sometimes, Tony thinks it happened like this:
Sitting on the floor beneath the open window of JC's bedroom, passing the joint back and forth until JC burnt his fingers trying to get one last hit, snuffed it out on the window sill and sucked his fingers into his mouth with hiss.
"You gotta hear this," JC said, fumbling with his tape deck, fingers clumsy and slow as they pressed at buttons until the tape spun and caught. Horns and piano, low and dark to start, and Tony started to say that he didn't like jazz and he needed words to his music, thanks, but JC said, "Listen. Just listen," and he did.
marrow / ani difranco
the answer came like a shot in the back
while you were running from your lesson
which might explain why years later all you could remember was the terror of the question
fire sign / david berkeley
here is a looking glass what do you see
there is nothing there but me
new york i love you / lcd soundsystem
new york, you're safer and you're wasting my time
our records all show you are filthy but fine
Mostly, what Tony knows about JC is that he's a quitter.
Four months in LA and it was hard and it sucked, sure, because getting rejected always sucked but Tony kept saying they had to get used to it because this is how the music industry is, and JC just kept looking at him all disappointed, like he expected success to just get handed to them right away.
And it's not that JC was lazy because that's the last thing Tony ever thought of him, but he wasn't willing to sleep in his car and take the really shitty jobs or eat ramen all the time and he kept saying, "I could be in college right now, I could be doing something with my life," and Tony kept saying, "We are doing something, you're just too stupid to realize it."
When JC left for Nashville, he kissed Tony good-bye, a soft sweet kiss and he still kissed like a girl. He kissed Tony good-bye and said, "I'm not quitting, I'm just not willing to suffer."
He kissed Tony good-bye, and Tony heard Coltrane echoing in his head.
one man guy / rufus wainwright
i don't know why i'm a one man guy
or why i'm a one man show
but these three cubic feet of bone and blood and meat are all i love and know
straw man / david berkeley
she makes the world around me seem
lavender and wintergreen
when we're side by side
plush / stone temple pilots
where ya going for tommorrow
where ya going with that mask i found
who woulda thunk it / greg brown
now we say I could walk all night, it's not true
we can't walk all night, no, because we don't want to
When Tony thinks about how it all started, he never though it'd end like this:
With JC coming suddenly back into his life, and Tony still thinks he's a quitter, he quit real music to be in a boyband, after all, but he's rich and famous and everything Tony's not, and everything Tony never wanted to be.
They run into each other at a club and suddenly JC is everywhere, coming to his shows, attracting crowds of underage girls everywhere he goes, smiling politely and signing their napkins and pulling his hat down low on his head, saying, "Next time maybe I'll hang backstage, this should be about you, man."
He invites Tony on tour and it's pretty much the last thing Tony wants to do, ever, but it's a good offer and he's getting paid and it's a good opportunity and all that, but still. Mostly, JC looks at him and says, "C'mon, man, please? Road trip. It'll be like old times."
Except that it's nothing like old times because old times meant Tony and JC doing it together; old times meant they were equals and old times meant JC was authentic and not some plastic version of himself. Even his smile is different, and when he kisses Tony in the back of the bus with Coltrane playing low over the sound system and nothing outside the bus windows but power lines and empty America, he kisses like a guy, like he means it. Like he wants more.
Tony feels like he hardly knows this person anymore.
rollerskate skinny / old 97s
every other day is a kick in the shins
every other day it's like the day just wins
nut you make it all right, you make it ok
you make me sorta glad that i waited till today
i can, i will, i do / tony lucca
baby don't you run
if it ain't straight to me
catch me / tony lucca feat. jc chasez
curtains drawn, ovations ring
the weight of every word you sing
is spread out like a secret
of what you feel deep down
After all is said and done, though, it'll be like this:
Years without talking, but suddenly one day Tony will realize that he's forgotten why they stopped talking in the first place. Maybe they just drifted apart or maybe they had a huge fight over some moral dilemma, but it won't matter anymore because Tony will have forgotten.
He'll show up at one of JC's shows unannounced, a small, regular club thing that JC does now, no teenagers in sight. JC will sit on a stool with his guitar balanced on his knee and he will still sing with his eyes closed, voice clear and bright and strong. He'll see Tony standing at the bar, nursing his beer, and he'll tell the audience, "There's an old friend of mine here tonight, so if you don't mind, I'd like to sing a song with him."
The audience won't mind. Tony will pull up a chair and take the guitar from JC. JC's smile will be warm because he'll have forgotten, too, and it will be just like old times.
And they will sing.
download: [true story]