John had fallen in the gutter but he was looking up at the stars. Twin faces of Pete and Carl peered back down at him.

"Alright?" they said.

John focused on the figure behind them. Andrew Kendall.

"Yup."

Hullo. A whole bunch of people just added me, so I thought I'd give a little introduction to myself ( Read more... )

I suppose I should be taking suggestions for a title, since this seems to be turning into a series. I can't call it Doubledecker Bus forever, haha. So! Suggestions!

1 :: 2

( AK gets a call at 6 in the morning from Conor McNicholas )

I was inspired.

Not so much porn, as a vague stream of concious that could be mistaken for porn. I even proofread it.

(eta) you don't need to read the first one to get the second one.

( pt. 2- the NME towers (Carl/AK) )

If there was an award for Bad John Characterization, I'd win it.

arrrr.

(for alison_12)

( John wasn't sullen, goddammit. )

Short, sweet. No really!

( Hiccup )

Against my better judgement. . .

( Quite early in life, Carl realized that girls liked it when he kissed boys. )

Written on the day of the Astoria riots, my take on where Pete was. Originally intended to be a lot happier, but that didn't work out.

( Bilo missed the good old days )

Couldn't find this one either. Lost in Albion, I suspect.

( drabble, Late At Night )

I was relinking all of my stories and I couldn't find the following fic which means I never posted it or I forgot to link.

( Wrong Bed, Pete/John )