Made of sugar
Title: Made of sugar
Author: alles_luege
Pairing: pre gsf
Rating: PG
Summary: This ia a story about how Brendon doesn't go out without his raincoat if there might be the slightest chance it could rain.
“You can't say 'I think he is cursed' and then claim you are sober and serious.” Ryan answers and Spencer nods. And okay, they might have a point here, but Jon is sober and serious about this, and yeah, he knows how this sounds.
Warning(s): none
Author’s Notes: For littleladypunk . I don't have an explanation, except it was raining and schoko_dei was all 'We are not made of sugar, so suck it up' and then I came home and wrote it. It's kind of a fairytale.
Word Count: 1.404
Beta: asm_z
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, not real.
~1~
“Brendon cancelled the practice,” Ryan says and anyone who doesn’t know Ryan as well as Spencer does would think he doesn’t care.
“Well..” Brent says. Spencer really feels for Brent sometimes.
“We can just...” Spencer begins.
“No, if he isn't coming, then he isn't coming. Let's get something to eat,” Ryan answers. Spencer knows he won’t eat at all, maybe just mope over his milkshake or something.
“It's raining,” Brent says from the door.
“It's just rain...” Ryan answers stroppy. Brent shrugs and Spencer just hopes that Brendon will not cancel the next practice as well.
~+~
“I know, I'm sorry! It's not like I want to let you guys down,” Brendon says. His hands are in his pockets and he does look miserable under Ryan's glare.
“Jesus, Ryan, just give him a fucking break already. It was just this one time.” Spencer throws in. Ryan gives him a filthy look, or well, maybe a death glare, but Spencer is the fucking master of the death glare; he's not impressed.
“He missed practice,” Ryan huffs, as if Spencer didn’t know.
“I know that. Still, it was the first time,” Spencer says.
“Second.” Ryan answers.
“Whatever...” Spencer says dismissively.
“Just fucking sing,” Ryan says to Brendon and Brendon nods.
~+~
“Can I stay a bit longer?” Brendon asks, bouncing on his heels and looking a bit nervous.
“Yeah, sure...” Spencer says.
“It's just...it’s raining.” Brendon answers and Spencer nods. He doesn't want Brendon to get all wet and maybe catch a cold or something. As Brendon is wearing just a t-shirt, he left his hoodie at Ryan's.
“Thanks...”
“Really, no problem. Wanna play video games while you wait?”
“Sure,” Brendon answers with a grin.
~2~
“God, Brendon's so fucking weird sometimes,” Brent says. And Ryan thinks Brent has no room to talk. Not after he didn't show up for sound check. Again. Fucking diva.
“It's just Brendon, I don't know what you mean,” he answers and tries not to snap, because he already bitched Brent out for the sound check thing. And Spencer would not be too thrilled, Ryan knows.
“He looks like a douche...”
“He doesn't like rain.” Ryan answers, and okay, he totally looks like a douche with his pink raincoat, but that's just Brendon for you.
~+~
“So...Brendon...” Spencer says. Ryan looks up from his book.
“I'm listening.”
“He is acting weird.” Spencer says. Duh, Ryan thinks, because Brendon not acting weird would be weird. “I mean it,” Spencer adds.
“Okay, I'm listening.” Ryan answers, putting his book aside.
“He is wearing the raincoat all the time now...”
“It's raining almost every day,” Ryan answers, but he did wonder as well. “You know he doesn't like rain.”
“He is obsessed with not getting it on his skin, Ryan.” Spencer stresses his name, so Ryan gets up and sits down next to Spencer and strokes his hair. Something he rarely does. But he feels the need to lessen Spencer's worries.
“It's just Brendon being weird.”
~+~
“Okay guys, who the fuck ever took my raincoat give it back right fucking now,” Brendon says sternly, hands on his hips.
“I have no idea what you are talking about...” Ryan says, he really doesn't.
“I'm not going out there without it.” Brendon says stubbornly.
“We have a gig in two hours...” Ryan answers.
“I mean it, I'm not going out there.”
“Brendon,” Ryan says a bit pissed already, because he can't deal with two divas in this bus.
“I fucking can't go out there without it!” Brendon answers. He knows Brendon, he knows him well enough to know that Brendon really will not go out there without his raincoat as long as it rains.
“We need to talk about this,” Ryan says.
“Talk about what?” Spencer asks as he enters the lounge. Ryan guesses the raised voices made him come out of his bunk.
“About Brendon and the whole rain thing...you were right, it's fucking weird.”
“Did you steal my raincoat?” Brendon asks Spencer.
“What? No.”
“He's not going out without it,” Ryan says.
“As long as it rains.” Brendon stresses the last word.
“Right,” Spencer says.
“Oh...guys! I borrowed the raincoat...it's fucking pouring outside,” Brent says as he enters the bus. Ryan can see Brendon uncurl and breathe easier all of a sudden.
“Fucking ask the next time!” he snaps nevertheless, grabs the raincoat and goes back to his bunk.
“You still don't find this odd?” Spencer asks.
“I already said I do.” Ryan answers, because this is definitely odd.
~3~
“I think he is cursed.” Jon says. Ryan laughs out loud.
“What? Did you guys watch too many Disney movies when you were younger? Wait! Did you smoke up again without us?” he asks.
“I'm sober and I'm serious about this,” Jon answers.
“You can't say 'I think he is cursed' and then claim you are sober and serious.” Ryan answers and Spencer nods. And okay, they might have a point here, but Jon is sober and serious about this, and yeah, he knows how this sounds.
“I'm not crazy. I really think...” he begins and then stops, breathes in and out again and starts anew. “Look, he doesn't ever go out without his raincoat and he just plain doesn't go out at all when it's raining and...”
“He showers,” Spencer throws in.
“I didn't say it was about water. He drinks too.” Jon says patiently.
“So what? He melts when he gets in contact with rain?” Ryan asks, Jon shakes his head, because he doesn't know, okay? He just knows it's something and a curse seems like a good explanation or did a few minutes ago. Before his band started to look at him like he's crazy.
“I don't know...maybe?”
“That's ridiculous,” Ryan says, but Jon notices that Spencer keeps quiet.
~+~
“So...are you cursed?” Jon asks and Brendon looks at him.
“Are you high?” he asks.
“I'm serious here...”
“Why would I be cursed?” Brendon asks, but he is not looking at Jon anymore.
“Just a thought...”
“There was a boy, once upon a time, and he was made of sugar...” Brendon says, and it doesn't really tell Jon much about the whole situation, but he feels closer to the truth nevertheless. He leans against Brendon and they both stare at the sky until the first raindrop hits Brendon's skin.
~+~
“What did you do?” Spencer asks, his voice calm. But Jon knows him, he is that calm because he is freaking out on the inside.
“It's the rain,” Jon says, just as Brendon says: “It's not as bad as it looks.”
“It looks pretty fucking bad,” Spencer says. He grabs a few band aids and then Brendon's hand. It's angry red and a bit swollen.
“It hurts like a bitch though,” Brendon admits.
“So...you are cursed...” Ryan says softly from the doorway.
“I'm not melting it just...it's like a really bad burn.” Brendon tries to explain.
“And you still said yes to the band,” Ryan says.
Brendon shrugs. “At some point in your life you have to decide what you want, who you want to be and I...” he says, shrugging again.
Jon gets it, Brendon didn't want to be the victim of whatever this is. He wanted to be who he is, who he wanted to be.
“We could use some umbrellas and stuff in our next show...” Ryan says and Brendon smiles at him.
“Don't display my secret, Ryan Ross...didn’t you ever read 'The vampire Lestat'. They will come after you.”
“God, you're such a dork!” Spencer says, but he is smiling.
“It's my charm,” Brendon answers.
“And that you are a cursed princess.”
“You all have to kiss me now, so we can try to break it,” Brendon says. Ryan laughs out loud and Brendon pouts.
“I don't mind,” Jon says, leaning over to kiss Brendon on the corner of his lips.
“I don't either,” Spencer whispers beside him.
~end~
Author: alles_luege
Pairing: pre gsf
Rating: PG
Summary: This ia a story about how Brendon doesn't go out without his raincoat if there might be the slightest chance it could rain.
“You can't say 'I think he is cursed' and then claim you are sober and serious.” Ryan answers and Spencer nods. And okay, they might have a point here, but Jon is sober and serious about this, and yeah, he knows how this sounds.
Warning(s): none
Author’s Notes: For littleladypunk . I don't have an explanation, except it was raining and schoko_dei was all 'We are not made of sugar, so suck it up' and then I came home and wrote it. It's kind of a fairytale.
Word Count: 1.404
Beta: asm_z
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, not real.
~1~
“Brendon cancelled the practice,” Ryan says and anyone who doesn’t know Ryan as well as Spencer does would think he doesn’t care.
“Well..” Brent says. Spencer really feels for Brent sometimes.
“We can just...” Spencer begins.
“No, if he isn't coming, then he isn't coming. Let's get something to eat,” Ryan answers. Spencer knows he won’t eat at all, maybe just mope over his milkshake or something.
“It's raining,” Brent says from the door.
“It's just rain...” Ryan answers stroppy. Brent shrugs and Spencer just hopes that Brendon will not cancel the next practice as well.
~+~
“I know, I'm sorry! It's not like I want to let you guys down,” Brendon says. His hands are in his pockets and he does look miserable under Ryan's glare.
“Jesus, Ryan, just give him a fucking break already. It was just this one time.” Spencer throws in. Ryan gives him a filthy look, or well, maybe a death glare, but Spencer is the fucking master of the death glare; he's not impressed.
“He missed practice,” Ryan huffs, as if Spencer didn’t know.
“I know that. Still, it was the first time,” Spencer says.
“Second.” Ryan answers.
“Whatever...” Spencer says dismissively.
“Just fucking sing,” Ryan says to Brendon and Brendon nods.
~+~
“Can I stay a bit longer?” Brendon asks, bouncing on his heels and looking a bit nervous.
“Yeah, sure...” Spencer says.
“It's just...it’s raining.” Brendon answers and Spencer nods. He doesn't want Brendon to get all wet and maybe catch a cold or something. As Brendon is wearing just a t-shirt, he left his hoodie at Ryan's.
“Thanks...”
“Really, no problem. Wanna play video games while you wait?”
“Sure,” Brendon answers with a grin.
~2~
“God, Brendon's so fucking weird sometimes,” Brent says. And Ryan thinks Brent has no room to talk. Not after he didn't show up for sound check. Again. Fucking diva.
“It's just Brendon, I don't know what you mean,” he answers and tries not to snap, because he already bitched Brent out for the sound check thing. And Spencer would not be too thrilled, Ryan knows.
“He looks like a douche...”
“He doesn't like rain.” Ryan answers, and okay, he totally looks like a douche with his pink raincoat, but that's just Brendon for you.
~+~
“So...Brendon...” Spencer says. Ryan looks up from his book.
“I'm listening.”
“He is acting weird.” Spencer says. Duh, Ryan thinks, because Brendon not acting weird would be weird. “I mean it,” Spencer adds.
“Okay, I'm listening.” Ryan answers, putting his book aside.
“He is wearing the raincoat all the time now...”
“It's raining almost every day,” Ryan answers, but he did wonder as well. “You know he doesn't like rain.”
“He is obsessed with not getting it on his skin, Ryan.” Spencer stresses his name, so Ryan gets up and sits down next to Spencer and strokes his hair. Something he rarely does. But he feels the need to lessen Spencer's worries.
“It's just Brendon being weird.”
~+~
“Okay guys, who the fuck ever took my raincoat give it back right fucking now,” Brendon says sternly, hands on his hips.
“I have no idea what you are talking about...” Ryan says, he really doesn't.
“I'm not going out there without it.” Brendon says stubbornly.
“We have a gig in two hours...” Ryan answers.
“I mean it, I'm not going out there.”
“Brendon,” Ryan says a bit pissed already, because he can't deal with two divas in this bus.
“I fucking can't go out there without it!” Brendon answers. He knows Brendon, he knows him well enough to know that Brendon really will not go out there without his raincoat as long as it rains.
“We need to talk about this,” Ryan says.
“Talk about what?” Spencer asks as he enters the lounge. Ryan guesses the raised voices made him come out of his bunk.
“About Brendon and the whole rain thing...you were right, it's fucking weird.”
“Did you steal my raincoat?” Brendon asks Spencer.
“What? No.”
“He's not going out without it,” Ryan says.
“As long as it rains.” Brendon stresses the last word.
“Right,” Spencer says.
“Oh...guys! I borrowed the raincoat...it's fucking pouring outside,” Brent says as he enters the bus. Ryan can see Brendon uncurl and breathe easier all of a sudden.
“Fucking ask the next time!” he snaps nevertheless, grabs the raincoat and goes back to his bunk.
“You still don't find this odd?” Spencer asks.
“I already said I do.” Ryan answers, because this is definitely odd.
~3~
“I think he is cursed.” Jon says. Ryan laughs out loud.
“What? Did you guys watch too many Disney movies when you were younger? Wait! Did you smoke up again without us?” he asks.
“I'm sober and I'm serious about this,” Jon answers.
“You can't say 'I think he is cursed' and then claim you are sober and serious.” Ryan answers and Spencer nods. And okay, they might have a point here, but Jon is sober and serious about this, and yeah, he knows how this sounds.
“I'm not crazy. I really think...” he begins and then stops, breathes in and out again and starts anew. “Look, he doesn't ever go out without his raincoat and he just plain doesn't go out at all when it's raining and...”
“He showers,” Spencer throws in.
“I didn't say it was about water. He drinks too.” Jon says patiently.
“So what? He melts when he gets in contact with rain?” Ryan asks, Jon shakes his head, because he doesn't know, okay? He just knows it's something and a curse seems like a good explanation or did a few minutes ago. Before his band started to look at him like he's crazy.
“I don't know...maybe?”
“That's ridiculous,” Ryan says, but Jon notices that Spencer keeps quiet.
~+~
“So...are you cursed?” Jon asks and Brendon looks at him.
“Are you high?” he asks.
“I'm serious here...”
“Why would I be cursed?” Brendon asks, but he is not looking at Jon anymore.
“Just a thought...”
“There was a boy, once upon a time, and he was made of sugar...” Brendon says, and it doesn't really tell Jon much about the whole situation, but he feels closer to the truth nevertheless. He leans against Brendon and they both stare at the sky until the first raindrop hits Brendon's skin.
~+~
“What did you do?” Spencer asks, his voice calm. But Jon knows him, he is that calm because he is freaking out on the inside.
“It's the rain,” Jon says, just as Brendon says: “It's not as bad as it looks.”
“It looks pretty fucking bad,” Spencer says. He grabs a few band aids and then Brendon's hand. It's angry red and a bit swollen.
“It hurts like a bitch though,” Brendon admits.
“So...you are cursed...” Ryan says softly from the doorway.
“I'm not melting it just...it's like a really bad burn.” Brendon tries to explain.
“And you still said yes to the band,” Ryan says.
Brendon shrugs. “At some point in your life you have to decide what you want, who you want to be and I...” he says, shrugging again.
Jon gets it, Brendon didn't want to be the victim of whatever this is. He wanted to be who he is, who he wanted to be.
“We could use some umbrellas and stuff in our next show...” Ryan says and Brendon smiles at him.
“Don't display my secret, Ryan Ross...didn’t you ever read 'The vampire Lestat'. They will come after you.”
“God, you're such a dork!” Spencer says, but he is smiling.
“It's my charm,” Brendon answers.
“And that you are a cursed princess.”
“You all have to kiss me now, so we can try to break it,” Brendon says. Ryan laughs out loud and Brendon pouts.
“I don't mind,” Jon says, leaning over to kiss Brendon on the corner of his lips.
“I don't either,” Spencer whispers beside him.
~end~