July 2nd Kisslet
So this is only a few days late. P!atD/MCR/FOB RPS AU, wherein I stole Nadia's apartment in Charleston. Because Race Street House is already full of musicians, it's just more fun to make them famous! (And gay!)
Spencer nearly tripped over Ryan and Pete as he stepped out of his room. He's pretty sure he did step on Pete, but it might have just been Pete's jeans, he couldn't be sure. He didn't stick around to check, just loudly said "you HAVE a room, why don't you USE it." and got out of the way in case any more clothes came off. As he passed said room, however, he saw that Brendon and Mikey had taken it over in the interest of making Ryan's bedroom brim with Christmas spirit. Both were loudly singing along to the carols blasting from the radio. Brendon had already covered every available surface (including instruments) in tinsel, and was working on decorating Ryan's clothes. Mikey was struggling to change a bulb in a string of blinking lights (with occasional pauses to brush off whatever Brendon had thrown on him). Spencer just hoped Mikey didn't get it in his head to try licking the bulb again -- he never quite knew, with Mikey.
Downstairs was somewhat quieter, a Twilight Zone marathon on the TV not really trying to compete with the radio. There was only Bob, sitting on the sofa with a bowl of Froot Loops and some craft yarn. Spencer waved hello as he slipped past into the kitchen. Bob just rolled his eyes, and once Spencer rounded the corner he saw why.
"Spence!" Jon said brightly. He had flour across his forehead and dusting one ear. "Try this, tell me if you like it."
He held out a dark brown shape that looked vaguely like a snowman. Spencer couldn't tell if it was really burned or supposed to be that color. He couldn't smell burnt sugar, so he took a chance and bit down into it. He immediately started choking.
"I told you it was too much," Ray said smugly. He and Patrick were seated at the counter, surrounded by piles of sugar cookies, bowls of frosting, and sprinkles. Patrick was frowning at the angel he was icing in pink, trying not to get any of it on his fingers.
"Damnit." Jon muttered. He turned back to the stove and began measuring sugar and . . . was that coffee?
"Did you just give me a coffee cookie?" Spencer demanded after discretely spitting it out in the trash.
"You couldn't even tell what kind it was?" Jon looked utterly crushed. Jesus, Brendon must have been coaching him on his puppy-eyes.
"More sugar, less coffee grounds." Spencer said. "Ray, did you know you've got icing in your hair?"
Patrick's eyes shot up. "You weren't supposed to tell him!"
"You little punk!" Ray yelled. Patrick started giggling and openly flicking icing. Ray picked up a recently-decorated cookie and began a spirited attempt to smear it across Patrick's face. Jon picked up a tub of red hearts and tossed them indiscriminately at both boys and the cookies.
Spencer fled.
"Last time I braved the kitchen, they made me try something with cloves and chocolate." Bob said as Spencer flopped down beside him. "And then they made me their slave."
Spencer now saw that Bob also had a bag of large silver beads and was stringing both them and the cereal on the yarn in no kind of pattern whatsoever. He glanced at the tree and saw there was already one such strand draped along the upper branches.
"Dude, we live in the gayest house on Race Street." Spencer sighed and laid his head back against the sofa. He frowned. "Who let Gerard paint the ceiling?"
Bob barely glanced up. "He says it's part of his senior thesis project. Whatever, it's not on our heads, the landlord okay'd it."
"The landlord is making out with Ryan in the hallway upstairs, which brings me back to the totally gay part."
"Ten days to Christmas!" They heard Frank announce as he slammed through the back door. "Ooh, food fight!"
"FIIII-VE GOOOOOOOOLD RIIII-NGS!"
"Fuck, Pete, yes."
"Gerard's got a girlfriend." Bob said after the noise receded a bit again. "I mean, not that that's saying much, but Maja seems pretty happy, so he's straight enough. And next door doesn't even have Gerard, so. Pass the scissors?"
Spencer did so. As he leaned over to hand them off, Bob looked up and leaned in so they were kissing before Spencer really knew what was happening. He blinked when Bob pulled back.
"You had frosting on you," Bob explained. Spencer smiled and rested his head on Bob's shoulder. Yeah, gayest house ever, but he didn't much want to complain.
Spencer nearly tripped over Ryan and Pete as he stepped out of his room. He's pretty sure he did step on Pete, but it might have just been Pete's jeans, he couldn't be sure. He didn't stick around to check, just loudly said "you HAVE a room, why don't you USE it." and got out of the way in case any more clothes came off. As he passed said room, however, he saw that Brendon and Mikey had taken it over in the interest of making Ryan's bedroom brim with Christmas spirit. Both were loudly singing along to the carols blasting from the radio. Brendon had already covered every available surface (including instruments) in tinsel, and was working on decorating Ryan's clothes. Mikey was struggling to change a bulb in a string of blinking lights (with occasional pauses to brush off whatever Brendon had thrown on him). Spencer just hoped Mikey didn't get it in his head to try licking the bulb again -- he never quite knew, with Mikey.
Downstairs was somewhat quieter, a Twilight Zone marathon on the TV not really trying to compete with the radio. There was only Bob, sitting on the sofa with a bowl of Froot Loops and some craft yarn. Spencer waved hello as he slipped past into the kitchen. Bob just rolled his eyes, and once Spencer rounded the corner he saw why.
"Spence!" Jon said brightly. He had flour across his forehead and dusting one ear. "Try this, tell me if you like it."
He held out a dark brown shape that looked vaguely like a snowman. Spencer couldn't tell if it was really burned or supposed to be that color. He couldn't smell burnt sugar, so he took a chance and bit down into it. He immediately started choking.
"I told you it was too much," Ray said smugly. He and Patrick were seated at the counter, surrounded by piles of sugar cookies, bowls of frosting, and sprinkles. Patrick was frowning at the angel he was icing in pink, trying not to get any of it on his fingers.
"Damnit." Jon muttered. He turned back to the stove and began measuring sugar and . . . was that coffee?
"Did you just give me a coffee cookie?" Spencer demanded after discretely spitting it out in the trash.
"You couldn't even tell what kind it was?" Jon looked utterly crushed. Jesus, Brendon must have been coaching him on his puppy-eyes.
"More sugar, less coffee grounds." Spencer said. "Ray, did you know you've got icing in your hair?"
Patrick's eyes shot up. "You weren't supposed to tell him!"
"You little punk!" Ray yelled. Patrick started giggling and openly flicking icing. Ray picked up a recently-decorated cookie and began a spirited attempt to smear it across Patrick's face. Jon picked up a tub of red hearts and tossed them indiscriminately at both boys and the cookies.
Spencer fled.
"Last time I braved the kitchen, they made me try something with cloves and chocolate." Bob said as Spencer flopped down beside him. "And then they made me their slave."
Spencer now saw that Bob also had a bag of large silver beads and was stringing both them and the cereal on the yarn in no kind of pattern whatsoever. He glanced at the tree and saw there was already one such strand draped along the upper branches.
"Dude, we live in the gayest house on Race Street." Spencer sighed and laid his head back against the sofa. He frowned. "Who let Gerard paint the ceiling?"
Bob barely glanced up. "He says it's part of his senior thesis project. Whatever, it's not on our heads, the landlord okay'd it."
"The landlord is making out with Ryan in the hallway upstairs, which brings me back to the totally gay part."
"Ten days to Christmas!" They heard Frank announce as he slammed through the back door. "Ooh, food fight!"
"FIIII-VE GOOOOOOOOLD RIIII-NGS!"
"Fuck, Pete, yes."
"Gerard's got a girlfriend." Bob said after the noise receded a bit again. "I mean, not that that's saying much, but Maja seems pretty happy, so he's straight enough. And next door doesn't even have Gerard, so. Pass the scissors?"
Spencer did so. As he leaned over to hand them off, Bob looked up and leaned in so they were kissing before Spencer really knew what was happening. He blinked when Bob pulled back.
"You had frosting on you," Bob explained. Spencer smiled and rested his head on Bob's shoulder. Yeah, gayest house ever, but he didn't much want to complain.