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why_me_why_notRandom ficishness.
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nearlycloudy, who asked for The Used + rainbow sprinkles.
It started out innocently enough. Well, innocently enough for them, anyway. Late night munchies in the middle of nowhere, a stop at Walmart for Ultimate Sundae fixings made perfect sense. The store was practically deserted. The only other customers were a trio of giggly girls, who were also probably on a munchies run, and a tired looking man buying diapers. The security guard at the door gave them a suspicious look but didn’t say anything when Bert climbed into the basket of a cart and demanded Jepha push him.
Bert and Jepha left Quinn and Dan in the produce section, pelting one another with grapes and eyeing the tomatoes. The security guard and the elderly lady at the one open register were both trying to hide their laughter. Jepha guessed they didn’t get much excitement around here, and that neither of them were going to have to clean up the mess.
Jepha made sure to keep the cart in the center of the aisle, all too familiar with Bert’s tactic of grabbing random shit off the shelves. Impulse shopping was Bert’s favorite style. And if Jepha was throwing things into the cart with a little more force than was strictly necessary, that was just payback for Bert stealing Jepha’s last clean pair of socks.
“Stop!” Bert screeched and Jepha skidded to a halt. “Sprinkles! Rainbow colored sprinkles, just for you, Jepharee!”
Jepha looked at where Bert was pointing and rolled his eyes. Still, he grabbed several canisters of the multicolored sprinkles, ignoring the fact that pouring sugar on ice cream at 3am wasn’t the brightest idea. The bus was going to end up covered in sprinkles and sticky smudges of fingerprints.
Jepha passed the cart off to Quinn when they met up near the checkout. Apparently Dan and Quinn had called a truce in their fruit war, and Jepha tried not to feel guilty about the mess he was sure they had left.
It was Bert’s turn to pay, but of course Jepha was the only one who brought his wallet. When he leaned over to stick the bags back in the cart, Bert licked his cheek in thanks, and then loudly proclaimed they should just eat the ice cream off Jepha’s belly instead of dirtying up bowls.
Jepha was pretty sure Walmart – and the city of Nowhere – were glad to see their tour bus pulling back onto the interstate.
Bothshutyourface and ashlein asked for Brendon/Spencer HS AU. So I went back and pulled some old prompt words from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
notthequiettype: bumper cars, high school reunion, texting. 450 words.
Brendon knew he was a daydreamer. He couldn’t help it, okay? And Mrs. Simmons was so boring, droning on and on about angles and cosines and all sorts of things Brendon didn’t care about. And it wasn’t like he was the only one not paying attention. Marcella Plum was sitting next to him, texting away with her phone under the desk. She wasn’t exactly discreet. Brendon hoped she got caught; it would serve her right for laughing yesterday when her boyfriend had “accidentally” dropped his lunch tray on Brendon in the cafeteria.
Brendon was sure the squirrel studying him from the tree branch outside would have been much better company. He was also sure Marcella was never going to get out of this town. Like most of their classmates, she seemed perfectly content to go to the community college, settle down and have a few babies, and spend her life right here in this dinky little town.
Not Brendon. That’s why he was currently constructing a fantasy in his head of coming back to town in ten years and showing everyone they had been oh-so-wrong about him. It was the only reason he could think of for wanting to show up at his high school reunion. Only a few more months and he’d be out of here. Out of this school and out of this town.
Brendon was startled from his daydreaming when the classroom door opened and in walked the prettiest boy Brendon had ever seen. Bright blue eyes, freckles, and a fierce expression that made it clear the boy thought he was too cool for this classroom.
Brendon maybe fell a little bit in love at first sight.
Mrs. Simmons took the office pass from his hand. “Spencer Smith. Welcome to East River High. Would you like to introduce yourself, tell us a little about where you moved from?”
The boy – Spencer – gave Mrs. Simmons a look that told her exactly what he thought of that idea. “No.”
Brendon could barely contain his excitement. He was totally going to make Spencer Smith his best friend.
Spencer ignored Mrs. Simmons’s startled look and made his way to the empty desk in front of Brendon. He looked a little surprised himself when Brendon gave him his most charming gotta-love-me smile. He recovered quickly through, and scowled at Brendon as he sat down. That was okay though, Brendon was still going to win him over.
Brendon spent the rest of class counting the freckles on the back of Spencer’s neck and daydreaming about inviting Spencer to the fall festival that weekend. Funnel cakes and bumper cars and spiced cider and the jack-o-lantern contest – all things guaranteed to start a life-long friendship.
450 words formaryangel200, who asked for Bob/Frank, pasta, couch, horror movies.
Frank had never understood the appeal of snowy days spent in Bob’s Chicago apartment, but Bob claimed to love them. It wasn’t like there were picturesque landscapes outside the window or a hill nearby for sledding or even neighborhood kids to start a snowball war with. Of course, knowing Bob, he just spent the entire time curled up on the couch with the dogs. And okay, maybe Frank could be tempted by that. Still, being stuck inside with no provisions wasn’t cool, especially when they couldn’t even order food to be delivered. But if Bob liked it, Frank was determined to find the upside.
Frank was shivering when he came back into the apartment. He blamed it on Bob for making him smoke outside instead of his own decision to go outside in just a tshirt. Bob was stretched out on the couch with his eyes closed, but Frank didn’t think he was actually asleep. If he was, it didn’t last long when Frank squirmed his way between Bob and the back of the couch and slid his hands under Bob’s hoodie. Bob was always so warm. He yelped when Frank’s cold fingers touched his skin and nearly fell off the couch. Frank tightened his hold, both to keep Bob beside him and to steal more of his warmth. He reminded Frank of a grumpy grizzly bear. Maybe he hibernated when they were off tour?
Before he could start growling, Frank leaned in to bite Bob’s shoulder, getting a mouthful of fuzzy sweatshirt, and pulled back with a grin. “It’s still snowing. If it keeps up, we may have to turn cannibal.”
Bob shifted them around so he was no longer in danger of falling off the couch. “It’s my apartment. If anyone’s getting eaten, it’s you. Besides, you don’t eat meat.”
“If I had to choose between starving to death in a blizzard and meat, I think I could manage. Besides, you’re pretty tasty.”
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I went grocery shopping before you got here, huh?”
“Are you going to cook for me?”
“God knows I’m not going to let you cook. You can clean up after though.”
“What are you cooking? I’m starving.”
“Pasta. I learned long ago that the way to your heart is your momma’s recipes.”
“She’ll give them to you and not me?”
“She knows I’m not going to burn the house down trying them out.”
Well, that was probably fair. “The cable’s out. What’s your solution to that one?”
“I borrowed a bunch of horror movies from Trohman.”
Frank hid his smile against Bob’s sweatshirt. Yeah, okay. He was starting to see the appeal of being snowed in with Bob.
400 words for
nearlycloudy, who asked for The Used + rainbow sprinkles.It started out innocently enough. Well, innocently enough for them, anyway. Late night munchies in the middle of nowhere, a stop at Walmart for Ultimate Sundae fixings made perfect sense. The store was practically deserted. The only other customers were a trio of giggly girls, who were also probably on a munchies run, and a tired looking man buying diapers. The security guard at the door gave them a suspicious look but didn’t say anything when Bert climbed into the basket of a cart and demanded Jepha push him.
Bert and Jepha left Quinn and Dan in the produce section, pelting one another with grapes and eyeing the tomatoes. The security guard and the elderly lady at the one open register were both trying to hide their laughter. Jepha guessed they didn’t get much excitement around here, and that neither of them were going to have to clean up the mess.
Jepha made sure to keep the cart in the center of the aisle, all too familiar with Bert’s tactic of grabbing random shit off the shelves. Impulse shopping was Bert’s favorite style. And if Jepha was throwing things into the cart with a little more force than was strictly necessary, that was just payback for Bert stealing Jepha’s last clean pair of socks.
“Stop!” Bert screeched and Jepha skidded to a halt. “Sprinkles! Rainbow colored sprinkles, just for you, Jepharee!”
Jepha looked at where Bert was pointing and rolled his eyes. Still, he grabbed several canisters of the multicolored sprinkles, ignoring the fact that pouring sugar on ice cream at 3am wasn’t the brightest idea. The bus was going to end up covered in sprinkles and sticky smudges of fingerprints.
Jepha passed the cart off to Quinn when they met up near the checkout. Apparently Dan and Quinn had called a truce in their fruit war, and Jepha tried not to feel guilty about the mess he was sure they had left.
It was Bert’s turn to pay, but of course Jepha was the only one who brought his wallet. When he leaned over to stick the bags back in the cart, Bert licked his cheek in thanks, and then loudly proclaimed they should just eat the ice cream off Jepha’s belly instead of dirtying up bowls.
Jepha was pretty sure Walmart – and the city of Nowhere – were glad to see their tour bus pulling back onto the interstate.
Both
shutyourface and ashlein asked for Brendon/Spencer HS AU. So I went back and pulled some old prompt words from notthequiettype: bumper cars, high school reunion, texting. 450 words. Brendon knew he was a daydreamer. He couldn’t help it, okay? And Mrs. Simmons was so boring, droning on and on about angles and cosines and all sorts of things Brendon didn’t care about. And it wasn’t like he was the only one not paying attention. Marcella Plum was sitting next to him, texting away with her phone under the desk. She wasn’t exactly discreet. Brendon hoped she got caught; it would serve her right for laughing yesterday when her boyfriend had “accidentally” dropped his lunch tray on Brendon in the cafeteria.
Brendon was sure the squirrel studying him from the tree branch outside would have been much better company. He was also sure Marcella was never going to get out of this town. Like most of their classmates, she seemed perfectly content to go to the community college, settle down and have a few babies, and spend her life right here in this dinky little town.
Not Brendon. That’s why he was currently constructing a fantasy in his head of coming back to town in ten years and showing everyone they had been oh-so-wrong about him. It was the only reason he could think of for wanting to show up at his high school reunion. Only a few more months and he’d be out of here. Out of this school and out of this town.
Brendon was startled from his daydreaming when the classroom door opened and in walked the prettiest boy Brendon had ever seen. Bright blue eyes, freckles, and a fierce expression that made it clear the boy thought he was too cool for this classroom.
Brendon maybe fell a little bit in love at first sight.
Mrs. Simmons took the office pass from his hand. “Spencer Smith. Welcome to East River High. Would you like to introduce yourself, tell us a little about where you moved from?”
The boy – Spencer – gave Mrs. Simmons a look that told her exactly what he thought of that idea. “No.”
Brendon could barely contain his excitement. He was totally going to make Spencer Smith his best friend.
Spencer ignored Mrs. Simmons’s startled look and made his way to the empty desk in front of Brendon. He looked a little surprised himself when Brendon gave him his most charming gotta-love-me smile. He recovered quickly through, and scowled at Brendon as he sat down. That was okay though, Brendon was still going to win him over.
Brendon spent the rest of class counting the freckles on the back of Spencer’s neck and daydreaming about inviting Spencer to the fall festival that weekend. Funnel cakes and bumper cars and spiced cider and the jack-o-lantern contest – all things guaranteed to start a life-long friendship.
450 words for
maryangel200, who asked for Bob/Frank, pasta, couch, horror movies.Frank had never understood the appeal of snowy days spent in Bob’s Chicago apartment, but Bob claimed to love them. It wasn’t like there were picturesque landscapes outside the window or a hill nearby for sledding or even neighborhood kids to start a snowball war with. Of course, knowing Bob, he just spent the entire time curled up on the couch with the dogs. And okay, maybe Frank could be tempted by that. Still, being stuck inside with no provisions wasn’t cool, especially when they couldn’t even order food to be delivered. But if Bob liked it, Frank was determined to find the upside.
Frank was shivering when he came back into the apartment. He blamed it on Bob for making him smoke outside instead of his own decision to go outside in just a tshirt. Bob was stretched out on the couch with his eyes closed, but Frank didn’t think he was actually asleep. If he was, it didn’t last long when Frank squirmed his way between Bob and the back of the couch and slid his hands under Bob’s hoodie. Bob was always so warm. He yelped when Frank’s cold fingers touched his skin and nearly fell off the couch. Frank tightened his hold, both to keep Bob beside him and to steal more of his warmth. He reminded Frank of a grumpy grizzly bear. Maybe he hibernated when they were off tour?
Before he could start growling, Frank leaned in to bite Bob’s shoulder, getting a mouthful of fuzzy sweatshirt, and pulled back with a grin. “It’s still snowing. If it keeps up, we may have to turn cannibal.”
Bob shifted them around so he was no longer in danger of falling off the couch. “It’s my apartment. If anyone’s getting eaten, it’s you. Besides, you don’t eat meat.”
“If I had to choose between starving to death in a blizzard and meat, I think I could manage. Besides, you’re pretty tasty.”
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I went grocery shopping before you got here, huh?”
“Are you going to cook for me?”
“God knows I’m not going to let you cook. You can clean up after though.”
“What are you cooking? I’m starving.”
“Pasta. I learned long ago that the way to your heart is your momma’s recipes.”
“She’ll give them to you and not me?”
“She knows I’m not going to burn the house down trying them out.”
Well, that was probably fair. “The cable’s out. What’s your solution to that one?”
“I borrowed a bunch of horror movies from Trohman.”
Frank hid his smile against Bob’s sweatshirt. Yeah, okay. He was starting to see the appeal of being snowed in with Bob.
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Date: 2009-08-26 04:09 am (UTC)Ugh Cranky!Spencer is my favourite and this just cheered me up so much :DDD Thankyou bb.
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Date: 2009-08-26 04:15 am (UTC)You're very welcome bb!! <33333
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Date: 2009-08-26 11:50 pm (UTC)But Jepha pushed Bert in the cart. :D That's adorable.
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