100 steps: fall
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[2] new additions - october
Finding Jon was effortless and he moves into Brendon's life just as easily. Finding a second roommate however, is turning out to be kind of ridiculous.
Candidate #1 lasts nearly a month before Brendon comes home one night to a crowd of people he doesn't know wandering through his house, drinking his beer, and touching shit they shouldn't. A complete stranger is holding his acoustic, the first one he'd bought in Chicago, cigarette flailing recklessly above it.
"Bden, what the hell's-"
Before Brendon can turn around, Jon's pushing past him and snatching up the guitar. He reams the dude with a scathing lecture on respecting other people's stuff. Brendon watches in fascination.
Ten minutes later, the house is empty and Martin is headed out the door with the ultimatum to pick up his shit before the end of classes tomorrow.
*
Candidates #2 and #3 don't get past Dylan and candidate #5 is vetoed in a series of eyebrow conversations before the interview is even over.
So, yeah. Not much luck in finding another roommate.
*
It's well into October, fall making itself known with blustery winds and definite drop in temperature at night, when there's a knock on the door. Jon sends a questioning look at Brendon from where he's sprawled on the couch, Dylan asleep on his chest.
The shoelace in Brendon's hand stills and the new kitten, Clover, seeing an opportunity, quickly attacks. Brendon pulls the shoelace up and Clover hangs above the ground for a second before tumbling back down.
"You expecting anyone?" Jon's lived here a month; he's noticed that no one has ever come to see Brendon, so the responding no isn't surprising.
There's a pause before Jon continues. "You gonna get the door then?"
"It's your turn." Brendon states, twirling his wrist. Clover does her best to follow, nose practically touching her butt, but topples over after a few rounds.
Jon tries to remember any previous conversation wherein this had been decided and comes up with nothing. Clover goes into stealth mode, creeping up on the stilled shoelace. Brendon waits gleefully for the attack, snatching it back at the last moment.
There's another knock on the door, a little more insistent this time.
With a hefty sigh, Jon rolls off the couch and Dylan lets out a disgruntled noise at being interrupted. With an apologetic scritch, Jon heads toward the front door.
"You're the best, JWalk!"
Rolling his eyes, Jon opens the door, a greeting on the tip of his tongue. However, before he can say anything to the kid standing at the door - and wow, those are really blue eyes - there's a giant crash from the living room. A second later, Brendon yells, "Clover! Hey, give that back!"
The kid doesn't even flinch when the kitten streaks by, shoelace between its teeth. Both of them just watch silently as Brendon quickly follows, then disappears down the hallway. There's another small crash and Brendon's panicked shit floats back to the front door.
It's then that Jon notices the flier in the kid's hand.
"Oh hey, you interested in renting the room?" Blue eyes nods and Jon holds his hand out, "Cool. I'm Jon, Jon Walker."
"Spencer Smith." His grip's firm, but not overly so and Jon's smile widens. "Come on in. I promise nothing bites!" Jon is promptly proven wrong when a familiar ball of fur, sans shoelace, jumps from behind the door and attacks his pant leg.
Spencer raises an eyebrow.
"Much." He appends. "Nothing bites much." Detaching the kitten, he straightens up in time to see the tail end of a small smile before it disappears. Brendon appears magically behind him a second later, panting.
"Jesus, Jon, your cat's really fast. Also, you may want to avoid the kitchen for a while." Without a pause, he turns to Spencer, "HelloI'mBrendonIhopeyoulikecats."
Laughing at the look on Spencer's face, Jon says, "We're still trying to teach him social graces."
"The guy or the cat?" The tone is dry and Brendon grins.
[3] a break in routine - mid-november
x-posted here on 01/18/11.
[2] new additions - october
Finding Jon was effortless and he moves into Brendon's life just as easily. Finding a second roommate however, is turning out to be kind of ridiculous.
Candidate #1 lasts nearly a month before Brendon comes home one night to a crowd of people he doesn't know wandering through his house, drinking his beer, and touching shit they shouldn't. A complete stranger is holding his acoustic, the first one he'd bought in Chicago, cigarette flailing recklessly above it.
"Bden, what the hell's-"
Before Brendon can turn around, Jon's pushing past him and snatching up the guitar. He reams the dude with a scathing lecture on respecting other people's stuff. Brendon watches in fascination.
Ten minutes later, the house is empty and Martin is headed out the door with the ultimatum to pick up his shit before the end of classes tomorrow.
*
Candidates #2 and #3 don't get past Dylan and candidate #5 is vetoed in a series of eyebrow conversations before the interview is even over.
So, yeah. Not much luck in finding another roommate.
*
It's well into October, fall making itself known with blustery winds and definite drop in temperature at night, when there's a knock on the door. Jon sends a questioning look at Brendon from where he's sprawled on the couch, Dylan asleep on his chest.
The shoelace in Brendon's hand stills and the new kitten, Clover, seeing an opportunity, quickly attacks. Brendon pulls the shoelace up and Clover hangs above the ground for a second before tumbling back down.
"You expecting anyone?" Jon's lived here a month; he's noticed that no one has ever come to see Brendon, so the responding no isn't surprising.
There's a pause before Jon continues. "You gonna get the door then?"
"It's your turn." Brendon states, twirling his wrist. Clover does her best to follow, nose practically touching her butt, but topples over after a few rounds.
Jon tries to remember any previous conversation wherein this had been decided and comes up with nothing. Clover goes into stealth mode, creeping up on the stilled shoelace. Brendon waits gleefully for the attack, snatching it back at the last moment.
There's another knock on the door, a little more insistent this time.
With a hefty sigh, Jon rolls off the couch and Dylan lets out a disgruntled noise at being interrupted. With an apologetic scritch, Jon heads toward the front door.
"You're the best, JWalk!"
Rolling his eyes, Jon opens the door, a greeting on the tip of his tongue. However, before he can say anything to the kid standing at the door - and wow, those are really blue eyes - there's a giant crash from the living room. A second later, Brendon yells, "Clover! Hey, give that back!"
The kid doesn't even flinch when the kitten streaks by, shoelace between its teeth. Both of them just watch silently as Brendon quickly follows, then disappears down the hallway. There's another small crash and Brendon's panicked shit floats back to the front door.
It's then that Jon notices the flier in the kid's hand.
"Oh hey, you interested in renting the room?" Blue eyes nods and Jon holds his hand out, "Cool. I'm Jon, Jon Walker."
"Spencer Smith." His grip's firm, but not overly so and Jon's smile widens. "Come on in. I promise nothing bites!" Jon is promptly proven wrong when a familiar ball of fur, sans shoelace, jumps from behind the door and attacks his pant leg.
Spencer raises an eyebrow.
"Much." He appends. "Nothing bites much." Detaching the kitten, he straightens up in time to see the tail end of a small smile before it disappears. Brendon appears magically behind him a second later, panting.
"Jesus, Jon, your cat's really fast. Also, you may want to avoid the kitchen for a while." Without a pause, he turns to Spencer, "HelloI'mBrendonIhopeyoulikecats."
Laughing at the look on Spencer's face, Jon says, "We're still trying to teach him social graces."
"The guy or the cat?" The tone is dry and Brendon grins.
[3] a break in routine - mid-november
x-posted here on 01/18/11.