You Make Me Wanna Scream [part 1/2]
anonymous
March 18 2009, 02:32:25 UTC
DONE. FINALLY FREAKING DONE. Here you go, anons.
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Damn, Alfred was in a good mood that day. There was no reason for it, he was just feeling pretty awesome. And the only food good enough to power him when he was this awesome was hamburgers. So, he went to his kitchen with the intent of actually making them by hand - he'd found the most legendary of hamburger recipes on the internet the other day and was now itching to try it out. But first things first...
“Goddamn, I feel fine,” Alfred said aloud, rolling up his sleeves and cracking his knuckles. “Such levels of fine cannot go uncelebrated! Where's my iPod dock? I need me some beats
( ... )
You Make Me Wanna Scream [part 2/2]
anonymous
March 18 2009, 02:37:07 UTC
“Dear Al,
This is what you get for putting my hand in warm water when I was asleep. And also for rigging my stereo system to play 'Blame Canada' on repeat at max volume at 5am in the morning... and for taping a 'Kick Me Really Hard, I'm Canadian' sign on my back when I was at the airport.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RAIYxRnBEdE
You know where to find me.
Much love, - Matty
P.S. The bill for my new Chesterfield should be coming to you in the mail soon. And yes, a Chesterfield IS a couch.
P.P.S. 1812. That's all.”
Alfred frowned at the note taped to his computer. Uh oh. A youtube link. That was always bad news. But then again, this was Matthew. What's the worst he could do? (The whole 1812 thing notwithstanding, of course.)
He's so cute when he's threatening, Alfred chortled to himself. Without further ado, he typed the link into his browser window and sat back. His face blanched as some eerily familiar chords began playing. Oh dear. Those dance moves...
“....You can dress me up in diiiiamooonds, you can dress
( ... )
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Damn, Alfred was in a good mood that day. There was no reason for it, he was just feeling pretty awesome. And the only food good enough to power him when he was this awesome was hamburgers. So, he went to his kitchen with the intent of actually making them by hand - he'd found the most legendary of hamburger recipes on the internet the other day and was now itching to try it out. But first things first...
“Goddamn, I feel fine,” Alfred said aloud, rolling up his sleeves and cracking his knuckles. “Such levels of fine cannot go uncelebrated! Where's my iPod dock? I need me some beats ( ... )
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This is what you get for putting my hand in warm water when I was asleep. And also for rigging my stereo system to play 'Blame Canada' on repeat at max volume at 5am in the morning... and for taping a 'Kick Me Really Hard, I'm Canadian' sign on my back when I was at the airport.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RAIYxRnBEdE
You know where to find me.
Much love,
- Matty
P.S. The bill for my new Chesterfield should be coming to you in the mail soon. And yes, a Chesterfield IS a couch.
P.P.S. 1812. That's all.”
Alfred frowned at the note taped to his computer. Uh oh. A youtube link. That was always bad news. But then again, this was Matthew. What's the worst he could do? (The whole 1812 thing notwithstanding, of course.)
He's so cute when he's threatening, Alfred chortled to himself. Without further ado, he typed the link into his browser window and sat back.
His face blanched as some eerily familiar chords began playing.
Oh dear. Those dance moves...
“....You can dress me up in diiiiamooonds, you can dress ( ... )
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/hipthrusts
BEST FIC EVER
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this fic makes me feel like listening to Ashlee Simpson
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