Long Island Ficlet For You Kiddies
Title: Shelter
Author: goodbyesheesha, formerly vixull
Pairing: Jesse/Kevin, Jesse&John friendship
Rating: PG
Prompt: Aberdevine
Summary: I look over and see Jesse; he doesn't look good, but I choose to ignore it. He hasn't been looking good for awhile.
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. All names are used fictitiously.
The most peaceful thing there coupld possibly be is nothing. I'm seated out on the grass, just watching the sharp, awkward movements of the birds. When I take the time to really watch them, I realise how mechanical they seem; I can't possibly imagine a living creature moving like that. I'm fighting off the temptation to try.
The greenery shifts beneath me. I look over and see Jesse; he doesn't look good, but I choose to ignore it. He hasn't been looking good for awhile.
"What're you doing?" Jesse asks casually.
"Observing the aberdevines."
"Aberdevines? What the fuck, John, "Jesse laughs, and it's nice to hear. We haven't seen much of each other lately, and then he shows up looking like Hell. I'm supposed to worry, aren't I?
"Pine siskins, then," I respond. From beside me, Jesse is still chuckling lightly and shaking his head.
"I didn't know you knew shit about birds." Jesse isn't the type to swear. It's something I have been shrugging off lately, blaming on Kevin. The subtle trace of enmity in his tone can't be traced to Kevin, though.
"I was up on Wikipedia all night." I shung, and then I just keep talking. "What's wrong, Jess?"
I know him too well.
"I don't know. My parents want me to get married. You know, you're all married and happy. " He spits his words out bitterly.
I can understand why he might be upset, but it just seems so trivial. Social pressure can be hilarious at times.
"Don't worry about it. You'll meet a girl and get married and live happily ever after. Just wait for it. Don't go out searching constantly; things will just happen on their own."
Jesse visibly cringes at my attempts to accoy him, and I wish I had that knack for soothing people. Michelle has it, so does Camille; it must be a woman's thing. Although, who knows if Jesse really wants to be soothed. He makes his living off of being the tortured artist. Oh, Jesse Agonistes.
"John, " Jesse says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look up at him. He's clearly struggling to articulate himself. "John, me and Kevin, we are..." He makes a strange hand gesture, and it takes me a moment to clue in.
"Oh."
Author: goodbyesheesha, formerly vixull
Pairing: Jesse/Kevin, Jesse&John friendship
Rating: PG
Prompt: Aberdevine
Summary: I look over and see Jesse; he doesn't look good, but I choose to ignore it. He hasn't been looking good for awhile.
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. All names are used fictitiously.
The most peaceful thing there coupld possibly be is nothing. I'm seated out on the grass, just watching the sharp, awkward movements of the birds. When I take the time to really watch them, I realise how mechanical they seem; I can't possibly imagine a living creature moving like that. I'm fighting off the temptation to try.
The greenery shifts beneath me. I look over and see Jesse; he doesn't look good, but I choose to ignore it. He hasn't been looking good for awhile.
"What're you doing?" Jesse asks casually.
"Observing the aberdevines."
"Aberdevines? What the fuck, John, "Jesse laughs, and it's nice to hear. We haven't seen much of each other lately, and then he shows up looking like Hell. I'm supposed to worry, aren't I?
"Pine siskins, then," I respond. From beside me, Jesse is still chuckling lightly and shaking his head.
"I didn't know you knew shit about birds." Jesse isn't the type to swear. It's something I have been shrugging off lately, blaming on Kevin. The subtle trace of enmity in his tone can't be traced to Kevin, though.
"I was up on Wikipedia all night." I shung, and then I just keep talking. "What's wrong, Jess?"
I know him too well.
"I don't know. My parents want me to get married. You know, you're all married and happy. " He spits his words out bitterly.
I can understand why he might be upset, but it just seems so trivial. Social pressure can be hilarious at times.
"Don't worry about it. You'll meet a girl and get married and live happily ever after. Just wait for it. Don't go out searching constantly; things will just happen on their own."
Jesse visibly cringes at my attempts to accoy him, and I wish I had that knack for soothing people. Michelle has it, so does Camille; it must be a woman's thing. Although, who knows if Jesse really wants to be soothed. He makes his living off of being the tortured artist. Oh, Jesse Agonistes.
"John, " Jesse says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look up at him. He's clearly struggling to articulate himself. "John, me and Kevin, we are..." He makes a strange hand gesture, and it takes me a moment to clue in.
"Oh."