our intentions are pure
Our Intentions Are Pure (Butcher, Sisky & friends, 1729)
Is there an angel on HCT07? Butcher and Sisky investigate! (Vicky T and Patrick never gets a break, does they?)
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“Did it hurt when you fell out of heaven?”
“Did it hurt when you fell out of heaven?”
Butcher shook his head. “I’m not feeling it.”
Sisky tried again. “Did it hurt, when you fell out of heaven?”
Butcher shook his head again. “Nope.”
Sisky sighed. “Did it hurt when you fell out of heaven?”
“That sounded sarcastic. If I was girl and you were using that on me, I would slap you.”
Sisky gave a little groan of frustration. “Did it hurt when you fell out of heaven?”
Victoria, who just happened to be passing by at the time, said, “yes!”
Sisky and Butcher gaped.
“She doesn’t look like angel,” whispered Butcher to Sisky. They were crammed onto the reject couch in the corner of Fall Out Boy’s dressing room. It was the reject couch because Pete had thrown up on it five hours ago. Butcher and Sisky didn’t mind.
“She doesn’t,” agreed Sisky. “She doesn’t have a halo.”
“Or wings.”
“Or white robes.”
“Maybe she’s a fallen angel,” suggested Butcher.
“Mmm,” said Sisky. He shook his head. “I don’t believe it, no.”
“Hmm,” said Butcher.
Patrick sat down next to Victoria, whispering something that made her smile. Sisky cocked his head.
“Do you think his intentions are pure?” said Sisky, frowning.
“Dude,” said Butcher. “It’s Patrick.”
They were silent, watching Patrick make Vicky T smile.
“Dude,” said Sisky finally. “What does that even mean?”
“I don’t know,” said Butcher. “I- yeah. I don’t know.”
They got up off the couch and left the room. Vicky T and Patrick did not notice.
“So Gabe,” said Butcher. He sat down on one side of Gabe.
“Hi,” said Gabe, who was reading Ryland’s Cosmogirl.
“So Gabe,” said Sisky, sitting down on the other side of Gabe. Gabe looked up.
“Hi guys,” he said.
“Victoria,” said Butcher.
“Is she an angel?” said Sisky.
“Guys,” said Gabe. “She’s my motherfucking savior. Victoria? Is like, my angel.”
“She belongs to you?” said Sisky, brow furrowed.
“She does if you’re thinking about what I think you’re thinking about,” said Gabe. He stood up. “So don’t even think about it.”
“What if Patrick was thinking about it?” said Butcher.
“That’s different,” said Gabe. “That’s Patrick.” He pierced them with his basement glare. Sisky and Butcher shrank back.
“Don’t even think about it,” he said.
They went to Pete next, because Pete knew everything about Patrick.
“Is Patrick,” began Sisky and then he stopped and looked Butcher. Butcher shrugged.
“Hot,” said Pete instantly. Ashlee punched him in the arm. “We stopped playing that game hours ago, ass.”
“No, I meant,” began Sisky again and then he stopped and looked at Butcher. Butcher widened his eyes. Sisky coughed.
“Are his intentions pure?” He tried again.
Pete was speechless.
Ashlee rubbed his arm and shook her head at them.
“We were just wondering,” said Butcher, scratching his back with a drumstick.
Pete jumped to his feet. “Patrick and I have an agreement,” he said, poking each of them in the chest. It was funny because even Sisky was taller then Pete. “I belong to him and I get to be his first. Not you,” he jabbed Butcher in the chest, “and not you,” he jabbed Sisky in the chest.
Butcher rubbed his chest. “That wasn’t-”
“You two,” sighed Ashlee, crossing one leg over the other and looking weary.
“We only wondered- ”
“No wondering!” said Pete.
Butcher shoved Sisky’s shoulder and they scampered away.
“You two seemed off tonight,” said Michael.
“Sorry,” said Butcher. He was slumped on the couch in their dressing room. Sisky was slumped next to him.
“Yeah,” said Sisky.
“Are you two alright?” asked Michael. “Like, is everything alright?”
“Hmm,” said Butcher.
“Mmm,” said Sisky.
“Is there anything I can do?” said Michael. “You just seem down.”
“Do you believe in angels?” said Sisky suddenly. Butcher lifted his head off the back of the couch and looked at him.
“What?” said Michael. He looked concerned.
“Angels?” said Butcher slowly. “Yeah, angels! From heaven. Or you know, where ever. The really really pretty things?”
“Oh,” said Michael. “Well.” He frowned. “They’re kind of a mythology.” He frowned deeper. “Or more of a metaphor.”
“Are you sure?”
“Really, really pretty beings?”
“No,” said Michael. “Why? Did you see one?”
Butcher looked at Sisky. Sisky looked at Butcher.
They shrugged.
Michael frowned.
“I saw an angel once,” said Joe. He grinned.
Sisky leaned forward. “Really?”
“Yeah,” said Joe. “Fucking, halo and everything man! It was unreal.”
“What did she look like?” asked Sisky. He wished Butcher were around. Butcher needed to hear this information first hand.
“It was a dude,” said Joe. “It looked like Patrick.”
“No!” said Sisky, breathless.
“Yup,” said Joe. “Glasses and everything. But with a halo. Actually, it was like he was made out of light. It was fuckin’ awesome.”
“An angel,” said Sisky.
“Yeah, man,” said Joe.
“Nice drumroll,” said Butcher. Nate grinned and tossed one of his sticks in the air. “Hey, thanks.”
“So I was wondering,” Butcher said. He paused. Nate nodded at him. “What?”
“Victoria,” he said. Nate stared.
“Yeah?” he said finally, carefully.
“Is she- ”
Nate held up a hand. “Don’t finish that sentence, actually. Just. Don’t. Because I might have to beat you up. You know, as her fellow bandmember and friend and as the only person with any strength in this band.”
“Hey!” said Ryland.
“Shut up, indie kid,” called Nate, grinning. He frowned at Butcher. “Look, Gabe told me you and Sisky were asking questions.”
“Our intentions are pure,” said Butcher, raising his hands.
“Whatever your intentions,” said Nate. “Just. Just don’t, okay?”
“Joe said he saw an angel that looked like Patrick, so at least we’re not crazy,” whispered Sisky as they walked to the stage.
“Nate said he’d beat us up,” whispered Butcher back. “I don’t know why.”
“What are you two whispering about?” said William.
“Nothing,” said Butcher. He whispered in Sisky’s ear. “Did you say there was a Patrick angel?”
Sisky stopped short. “What?”
“Seriously,” said Mike. “It’s not nice to keep secrets.”
“They’re really weird, have you guys noticed that?” asked Michael. “Like, really weird.”
Sisky was still staring at Butcher.
“Did you?” asked Butcher.
“Oh my god,” he said. “Patrick.”
“What the fuck?” said Mike and he stopped walking too, and William, and Michael.
“Oh my god,” said Butcher.
The rest of the band stared at them.
Butcher and Sisky turned to run. William grabbed Sisky’s collar. Mike took Butcher’s arm.
“After,” said William, soothingly.
“But this is important!” said Butcher.
“Really important!” said Sisky.
“After,” said William soothingly. “After the set, okay?”
After the set could not come fast enough.
On top of that, Patrick was watching them. Watching, and staring.
Sisky climbed up the riser and leaned over to talk to Butcher in between songs. “We’ve been found out,” he said.
“Oh fuck,” said Butcher. He hit his cymbal. “Oh fuck, do you think he’s going to smite us?”
“We didn’t do anything,” said Sisky. “Not to him.”
“Maybe in general, for our past sins,” said Butcher.
“Aw, man,” said Sisky. “You think he really might?”
“I don’t know,” said Butcher. He looked worried.
“Get it together, guys,” said Mike, climbing onto the riser next to Sisky. “Seriously, whatever’s going on, leave it off stage.”
Sisky and Butcher nodded, but Sisky went and leaned on Michael during the next song anyway. Michael didn’t seem to mind.
Butcher and Sisky were sitting on the reject couch in the Fall Out Boy dressing room. It was the reject couch because Dirty had pissed on it about five hours ago. Butcher and Sisky didn’t mind.
Patrick was buttoning up his shirt and doing vocal warm-ups.
“He doesn’t look like an angel,” whispered Butcher.
“Neither does Victoria,” said Sisky.
Pete walked past and kissed Patrick’s shoulder blade. Patrick grinned at him and kept singing.
“Maybe they’re both fucking with us,” said Butcher.
“As if,” said Sisky.
“Yo,” said Andy, poking his head through the door. “Vicky T’s looking for you.”
“I’ll be there in a sec,” said Patrick.
“No,” said Andy. “Those two.”
Everyone turned to look at Butcher and Sisky.
“How did you even get in here?” said Pete, confused.
Butcher and Sisky got up and left.
“Guys,” said Vicky T. “Guys, I don’t know what you’re doing, but- ”
“Are you fucking with us?” said Butcher. Sisky elbowed him.
“What?” said Victoria, caught off guard.
“Are you fucking with us?” said Butcher. “Like. Seriously, do you just enjoy making us confused?”
“Are you fucking with me?” said Vicky T. “Because seriously. Fucking. . .everyone is all distressed and on my case. And they all keep saying your name.”
“My name?”
“Both of your names, whatever.”
“We’re not fucking with you,” said Sisky. “We were just confused.”
“About what?”
Butcher looked at Sisky. Sisky looked at Butcher. They shrugged.
Vicky T rolled her eyes.
“Good show tonight,” said Butcher, scrambling to his feet.
“Tell Patrick we’re sorry,” said Sisky, climbing up after him.
“We’re sorry to you too,” said Butcher.
They ran out of the room. Vicky T stared.
“I don’t care if she’s an angel,” said Butcher. “She’s still hot.”
“I can’t find it,” said Sisky, frustrated. “Butcher!” He lifted up his mattress.
“And so is Patrick,” said Butcher. “I don’t care what Pete says.”
“It’s not here,” said Sisky. “How can we make ourselves feel better if I can’t find it.” He stuck his head in Jack’s bunk. Jack squeaked. Sisky shoved him aside and looked under his pillow.
“Whatever,” said Butcher. “I’m not afraid of them.”
“It’s not here,” said Sisky. He turned around. “Butcher, I can’t find it.”
“Aw,” said Butcher.
“Guys,” said William, grabbing their shirt sleeves and marching them to the back lounge. “Band meeting.”
They shoved Butcher and Sisky onto the couch in the back lounge and sat on top of them.
“Okay, cue movie,” said William.
Michael hit play.
“Oh, you had it,” said Sisky. “Motherfucker! I was worried.”
“Are you two okay?” said Mike. His legs were over William’s lap and his arm was around Sisky.
“Yeah,” said Sisky.
“Are you sure?” said Michael, from the floor. He had his elbow up on Butcher’s knee and he was leaning into William’s calf.
“Yeah,” said Butcher. William’s arm was around him. Sisky grinned over Mike and William at him.
“Yeah,” said Sisky.
“Good,” said William. “Now shush.”
The five of them sat in rapt attention to Finding Nemo until bed.
Is there an angel on HCT07? Butcher and Sisky investigate! (Vicky T and Patrick never gets a break, does they?)
for dreamofthem with hatoyona's stamp of approval, thank you!
“Did it hurt when you fell out of heaven?”
“Did it hurt when you fell out of heaven?”
Butcher shook his head. “I’m not feeling it.”
Sisky tried again. “Did it hurt, when you fell out of heaven?”
Butcher shook his head again. “Nope.”
Sisky sighed. “Did it hurt when you fell out of heaven?”
“That sounded sarcastic. If I was girl and you were using that on me, I would slap you.”
Sisky gave a little groan of frustration. “Did it hurt when you fell out of heaven?”
Victoria, who just happened to be passing by at the time, said, “yes!”
Sisky and Butcher gaped.
“She doesn’t look like angel,” whispered Butcher to Sisky. They were crammed onto the reject couch in the corner of Fall Out Boy’s dressing room. It was the reject couch because Pete had thrown up on it five hours ago. Butcher and Sisky didn’t mind.
“She doesn’t,” agreed Sisky. “She doesn’t have a halo.”
“Or wings.”
“Or white robes.”
“Maybe she’s a fallen angel,” suggested Butcher.
“Mmm,” said Sisky. He shook his head. “I don’t believe it, no.”
“Hmm,” said Butcher.
Patrick sat down next to Victoria, whispering something that made her smile. Sisky cocked his head.
“Do you think his intentions are pure?” said Sisky, frowning.
“Dude,” said Butcher. “It’s Patrick.”
They were silent, watching Patrick make Vicky T smile.
“Dude,” said Sisky finally. “What does that even mean?”
“I don’t know,” said Butcher. “I- yeah. I don’t know.”
They got up off the couch and left the room. Vicky T and Patrick did not notice.
“So Gabe,” said Butcher. He sat down on one side of Gabe.
“Hi,” said Gabe, who was reading Ryland’s Cosmogirl.
“So Gabe,” said Sisky, sitting down on the other side of Gabe. Gabe looked up.
“Hi guys,” he said.
“Victoria,” said Butcher.
“Is she an angel?” said Sisky.
“Guys,” said Gabe. “She’s my motherfucking savior. Victoria? Is like, my angel.”
“She belongs to you?” said Sisky, brow furrowed.
“She does if you’re thinking about what I think you’re thinking about,” said Gabe. He stood up. “So don’t even think about it.”
“What if Patrick was thinking about it?” said Butcher.
“That’s different,” said Gabe. “That’s Patrick.” He pierced them with his basement glare. Sisky and Butcher shrank back.
“Don’t even think about it,” he said.
They went to Pete next, because Pete knew everything about Patrick.
“Is Patrick,” began Sisky and then he stopped and looked Butcher. Butcher shrugged.
“Hot,” said Pete instantly. Ashlee punched him in the arm. “We stopped playing that game hours ago, ass.”
“No, I meant,” began Sisky again and then he stopped and looked at Butcher. Butcher widened his eyes. Sisky coughed.
“Are his intentions pure?” He tried again.
Pete was speechless.
Ashlee rubbed his arm and shook her head at them.
“We were just wondering,” said Butcher, scratching his back with a drumstick.
Pete jumped to his feet. “Patrick and I have an agreement,” he said, poking each of them in the chest. It was funny because even Sisky was taller then Pete. “I belong to him and I get to be his first. Not you,” he jabbed Butcher in the chest, “and not you,” he jabbed Sisky in the chest.
Butcher rubbed his chest. “That wasn’t-”
“You two,” sighed Ashlee, crossing one leg over the other and looking weary.
“We only wondered- ”
“No wondering!” said Pete.
Butcher shoved Sisky’s shoulder and they scampered away.
“You two seemed off tonight,” said Michael.
“Sorry,” said Butcher. He was slumped on the couch in their dressing room. Sisky was slumped next to him.
“Yeah,” said Sisky.
“Are you two alright?” asked Michael. “Like, is everything alright?”
“Hmm,” said Butcher.
“Mmm,” said Sisky.
“Is there anything I can do?” said Michael. “You just seem down.”
“Do you believe in angels?” said Sisky suddenly. Butcher lifted his head off the back of the couch and looked at him.
“What?” said Michael. He looked concerned.
“Angels?” said Butcher slowly. “Yeah, angels! From heaven. Or you know, where ever. The really really pretty things?”
“Oh,” said Michael. “Well.” He frowned. “They’re kind of a mythology.” He frowned deeper. “Or more of a metaphor.”
“Are you sure?”
“Really, really pretty beings?”
“No,” said Michael. “Why? Did you see one?”
Butcher looked at Sisky. Sisky looked at Butcher.
They shrugged.
Michael frowned.
“I saw an angel once,” said Joe. He grinned.
Sisky leaned forward. “Really?”
“Yeah,” said Joe. “Fucking, halo and everything man! It was unreal.”
“What did she look like?” asked Sisky. He wished Butcher were around. Butcher needed to hear this information first hand.
“It was a dude,” said Joe. “It looked like Patrick.”
“No!” said Sisky, breathless.
“Yup,” said Joe. “Glasses and everything. But with a halo. Actually, it was like he was made out of light. It was fuckin’ awesome.”
“An angel,” said Sisky.
“Yeah, man,” said Joe.
“Nice drumroll,” said Butcher. Nate grinned and tossed one of his sticks in the air. “Hey, thanks.”
“So I was wondering,” Butcher said. He paused. Nate nodded at him. “What?”
“Victoria,” he said. Nate stared.
“Yeah?” he said finally, carefully.
“Is she- ”
Nate held up a hand. “Don’t finish that sentence, actually. Just. Don’t. Because I might have to beat you up. You know, as her fellow bandmember and friend and as the only person with any strength in this band.”
“Hey!” said Ryland.
“Shut up, indie kid,” called Nate, grinning. He frowned at Butcher. “Look, Gabe told me you and Sisky were asking questions.”
“Our intentions are pure,” said Butcher, raising his hands.
“Whatever your intentions,” said Nate. “Just. Just don’t, okay?”
“Joe said he saw an angel that looked like Patrick, so at least we’re not crazy,” whispered Sisky as they walked to the stage.
“Nate said he’d beat us up,” whispered Butcher back. “I don’t know why.”
“What are you two whispering about?” said William.
“Nothing,” said Butcher. He whispered in Sisky’s ear. “Did you say there was a Patrick angel?”
Sisky stopped short. “What?”
“Seriously,” said Mike. “It’s not nice to keep secrets.”
“They’re really weird, have you guys noticed that?” asked Michael. “Like, really weird.”
Sisky was still staring at Butcher.
“Did you?” asked Butcher.
“Oh my god,” he said. “Patrick.”
“What the fuck?” said Mike and he stopped walking too, and William, and Michael.
“Oh my god,” said Butcher.
The rest of the band stared at them.
Butcher and Sisky turned to run. William grabbed Sisky’s collar. Mike took Butcher’s arm.
“After,” said William, soothingly.
“But this is important!” said Butcher.
“Really important!” said Sisky.
“After,” said William soothingly. “After the set, okay?”
After the set could not come fast enough.
On top of that, Patrick was watching them. Watching, and staring.
Sisky climbed up the riser and leaned over to talk to Butcher in between songs. “We’ve been found out,” he said.
“Oh fuck,” said Butcher. He hit his cymbal. “Oh fuck, do you think he’s going to smite us?”
“We didn’t do anything,” said Sisky. “Not to him.”
“Maybe in general, for our past sins,” said Butcher.
“Aw, man,” said Sisky. “You think he really might?”
“I don’t know,” said Butcher. He looked worried.
“Get it together, guys,” said Mike, climbing onto the riser next to Sisky. “Seriously, whatever’s going on, leave it off stage.”
Sisky and Butcher nodded, but Sisky went and leaned on Michael during the next song anyway. Michael didn’t seem to mind.
Butcher and Sisky were sitting on the reject couch in the Fall Out Boy dressing room. It was the reject couch because Dirty had pissed on it about five hours ago. Butcher and Sisky didn’t mind.
Patrick was buttoning up his shirt and doing vocal warm-ups.
“He doesn’t look like an angel,” whispered Butcher.
“Neither does Victoria,” said Sisky.
Pete walked past and kissed Patrick’s shoulder blade. Patrick grinned at him and kept singing.
“Maybe they’re both fucking with us,” said Butcher.
“As if,” said Sisky.
“Yo,” said Andy, poking his head through the door. “Vicky T’s looking for you.”
“I’ll be there in a sec,” said Patrick.
“No,” said Andy. “Those two.”
Everyone turned to look at Butcher and Sisky.
“How did you even get in here?” said Pete, confused.
Butcher and Sisky got up and left.
“Guys,” said Vicky T. “Guys, I don’t know what you’re doing, but- ”
“Are you fucking with us?” said Butcher. Sisky elbowed him.
“What?” said Victoria, caught off guard.
“Are you fucking with us?” said Butcher. “Like. Seriously, do you just enjoy making us confused?”
“Are you fucking with me?” said Vicky T. “Because seriously. Fucking. . .everyone is all distressed and on my case. And they all keep saying your name.”
“My name?”
“Both of your names, whatever.”
“We’re not fucking with you,” said Sisky. “We were just confused.”
“About what?”
Butcher looked at Sisky. Sisky looked at Butcher. They shrugged.
Vicky T rolled her eyes.
“Good show tonight,” said Butcher, scrambling to his feet.
“Tell Patrick we’re sorry,” said Sisky, climbing up after him.
“We’re sorry to you too,” said Butcher.
They ran out of the room. Vicky T stared.
“I don’t care if she’s an angel,” said Butcher. “She’s still hot.”
“I can’t find it,” said Sisky, frustrated. “Butcher!” He lifted up his mattress.
“And so is Patrick,” said Butcher. “I don’t care what Pete says.”
“It’s not here,” said Sisky. “How can we make ourselves feel better if I can’t find it.” He stuck his head in Jack’s bunk. Jack squeaked. Sisky shoved him aside and looked under his pillow.
“Whatever,” said Butcher. “I’m not afraid of them.”
“It’s not here,” said Sisky. He turned around. “Butcher, I can’t find it.”
“Aw,” said Butcher.
“Guys,” said William, grabbing their shirt sleeves and marching them to the back lounge. “Band meeting.”
They shoved Butcher and Sisky onto the couch in the back lounge and sat on top of them.
“Okay, cue movie,” said William.
Michael hit play.
“Oh, you had it,” said Sisky. “Motherfucker! I was worried.”
“Are you two okay?” said Mike. His legs were over William’s lap and his arm was around Sisky.
“Yeah,” said Sisky.
“Are you sure?” said Michael, from the floor. He had his elbow up on Butcher’s knee and he was leaning into William’s calf.
“Yeah,” said Butcher. William’s arm was around him. Sisky grinned over Mike and William at him.
“Yeah,” said Sisky.
“Good,” said William. “Now shush.”
The five of them sat in rapt attention to Finding Nemo until bed.