FIC: early autumn (a love song in my own way) [1/1]
early autumn (a love song in my own way)
|| {pg} || {jon/brendon} || {shortish} ||
for the beginning of jan 19 08.
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it's cold for the middle of august, brendon thinks, like fall is a little too eager to begin. not that brendon's complaining; the early autumn makes him feel more nostalgic than he has in years. and not just nostalgic, either. he feels- observant, almost. like everything is suddenly ten times more beautiful than it was before, or maybe like it was always beautiful and brendon just hadn't noticed. in any case, it's a good feeling and he doesn't want it to go away. maybe this is what living in new england is like, he thinks.
one night, brendon's lying awake at one, way past his usual bedtime. he's not exactly having trouble falling asleep, it's more like he doesn't want to. he starts mulling things over in his head as he lies there. things his parent told him when he was little, that riff ryan made up the other day, that regina spektor song with the jerky-sounding violin, the way jon laughed when his bass string popped onstage. he thinks about the girl who got elbowed in the eye at a show a few months ago, the time he walked in on ryan and keltie screaming at each other, watching the south tower of the world trade center collapse back in 2001, and other things, too. things he hadn't realized had bothered him until now. now that he's lying awake in the middle of the night, thinking about things he tried to forget. his throat starts to ache. he cries himself to sleep.
ever since he moved east, his mother's called him every sunday. brendon thinks it's her subconcious attempt to make him start going to church again. so far all it's accomplished is make brendon dread her voice. she always manages to call just as he's going to sleep, too, though brendon knows that's partially his fault. he never gets around to reminding her about the time difference.
pete sends around an email asking everyone for a copy of whatever playlist they've been listening to recently. brendon sends his along. it's called 'eggcarton lullabies.' it's an odd name, brendon knows, but he doesn't think pete will mind.
pete posts everyone's playlists on buzznet with a few of his own remarks and gets 104 comments. no one says anything about the name of brendon's playlist.
jon flies in from vegas for a few days and doesn't even pretend that he's going to stay in the guest room. his suitcase lies open on the floor next to brendon's dresser, t-shirts and socks spilling out.
brendon wakes up wrapped around jon like a boa constrictor and promptly pretends to be asleep. he notices that jon's breathing is a little too even and figures that he's faking sleep, too. they lie like that for a while until the phone rings and brendon pretends to wake up. jon leaves just before dinner.
the first day of september comes and brendon lies in bed all morning watching the sun move across the sky. at noon, the doorbell rings and brendon abruptly falls off the bed. jon's at the door. even though brendon wasn't expecting him, he can't say he's surprised. jon never stays away for long.
two weeks later, jon's still living with brendon. one sunday he brings in a red leaf from the yard. he tells brendon that it's the first one of the season. brendon kisses him. by the time his mother calls, brendon's fast asleep.
it's warm for the end of september, brendon says to jon, like summer isn't ready to leave yet. jon just smiles and says that he isn't quite ready to leave yet either.
eggcarton lullabies
The Ocean Breathes Salty - Modest Mouse
Fidelity - Regina Spektor
I've Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth - Fall Out Boy
Neighbors - The Academy Is...
Float On - Modest Mouse
Hotel Song - Regina Spektor
Soul Meets Body - Death Cab For Cutie
LAX to O'Hare - The Academy Is...
author's note: back to no capitalization! and playlists! and seasons! :) thanks for reading! comments are ♥!
|| {pg} || {jon/brendon} || {shortish} ||
for the beginning of jan 19 08.
<><>'>
it's cold for the middle of august, brendon thinks, like fall is a little too eager to begin. not that brendon's complaining; the early autumn makes him feel more nostalgic than he has in years. and not just nostalgic, either. he feels- observant, almost. like everything is suddenly ten times more beautiful than it was before, or maybe like it was always beautiful and brendon just hadn't noticed. in any case, it's a good feeling and he doesn't want it to go away. maybe this is what living in new england is like, he thinks.
one night, brendon's lying awake at one, way past his usual bedtime. he's not exactly having trouble falling asleep, it's more like he doesn't want to. he starts mulling things over in his head as he lies there. things his parent told him when he was little, that riff ryan made up the other day, that regina spektor song with the jerky-sounding violin, the way jon laughed when his bass string popped onstage. he thinks about the girl who got elbowed in the eye at a show a few months ago, the time he walked in on ryan and keltie screaming at each other, watching the south tower of the world trade center collapse back in 2001, and other things, too. things he hadn't realized had bothered him until now. now that he's lying awake in the middle of the night, thinking about things he tried to forget. his throat starts to ache. he cries himself to sleep.
ever since he moved east, his mother's called him every sunday. brendon thinks it's her subconcious attempt to make him start going to church again. so far all it's accomplished is make brendon dread her voice. she always manages to call just as he's going to sleep, too, though brendon knows that's partially his fault. he never gets around to reminding her about the time difference.
pete sends around an email asking everyone for a copy of whatever playlist they've been listening to recently. brendon sends his along. it's called 'eggcarton lullabies.' it's an odd name, brendon knows, but he doesn't think pete will mind.
pete posts everyone's playlists on buzznet with a few of his own remarks and gets 104 comments. no one says anything about the name of brendon's playlist.
jon flies in from vegas for a few days and doesn't even pretend that he's going to stay in the guest room. his suitcase lies open on the floor next to brendon's dresser, t-shirts and socks spilling out.
brendon wakes up wrapped around jon like a boa constrictor and promptly pretends to be asleep. he notices that jon's breathing is a little too even and figures that he's faking sleep, too. they lie like that for a while until the phone rings and brendon pretends to wake up. jon leaves just before dinner.
the first day of september comes and brendon lies in bed all morning watching the sun move across the sky. at noon, the doorbell rings and brendon abruptly falls off the bed. jon's at the door. even though brendon wasn't expecting him, he can't say he's surprised. jon never stays away for long.
two weeks later, jon's still living with brendon. one sunday he brings in a red leaf from the yard. he tells brendon that it's the first one of the season. brendon kisses him. by the time his mother calls, brendon's fast asleep.
it's warm for the end of september, brendon says to jon, like summer isn't ready to leave yet. jon just smiles and says that he isn't quite ready to leave yet either.
eggcarton lullabies
The Ocean Breathes Salty - Modest Mouse
Fidelity - Regina Spektor
I've Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth - Fall Out Boy
Neighbors - The Academy Is...
Float On - Modest Mouse
Hotel Song - Regina Spektor
Soul Meets Body - Death Cab For Cutie
LAX to O'Hare - The Academy Is...
author's note: back to no capitalization! and playlists! and seasons! :) thanks for reading! comments are ♥!