Fic: (You Must Be Loving) Your Life in the Rain (Danny/Tom)
TITLE: (You Must Be Loving) Your Life in the Rain - Prologue
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: He’s always been the strong one... now what?
FANDOM: McFly (Tom/Danny)
STATUS: In Progress (1/?)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest darkest corner of my imagination.
Prologue
The thing about the break-up is, well... Danny doesn’t really know what it is. Tom doesn’t even mention it until a week after it happens, and when he does, he does it with a tranquility that takes Danny’s breath away. How he managed to keep it quiet is beyond Danny’s comprehension, and why he waited over a week to tell them is even more confounding. But there is something in Tom’s face that warns them to back off, so they do, they return to rehearsals as though nothing has ever happened and for all outward signs and purposes, Tom does too.
But its wrong, infinitely wrong that they don’t talk about it. Wrong that Tom can show up at work each morning and act as though nothing has happened. It almost becomes a game - a really messed up drinking game where the list of ‘banned’ words is so long that you can barely open your mouth without having to drink. There are the obvious ones of course - Giovanna, relationship, break-up, girlfriend, sex, engagement... but the list grows and grows until Danny thinks its better just to keep his damn mouth shut anyways.
And its strange... strange to see Tom pretending that everything is okay, strange to see him arrive in the morning alone, strange to see him pen song after song that deals with everything except the loss of someone close to you. And its weird because Danny knows Tom, he’s known him forever, and he knows that Tom shouldn’t be acting like this - he should be a mess; a crying, screaming, wailing, no expense spared, mess. In fact, there should be a break-down of sorts, a break down so intense that the whole world tilts on its axis. And maybe there would be a rebellion involving drugs and strippers and older woman and... No, that’s not Tom; maybe he would throw away his Star Wars collection - yes, that would be equally as horrifying.
But instead of all these things, instead of something that Danny would have expected, he gets this quiet, odd, focused and strangely normal Tom...
Danny knows Tom, but -
Fuck if he knows what he’s playing at.
*~*
To be continued...
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: He’s always been the strong one... now what?
FANDOM: McFly (Tom/Danny)
STATUS: In Progress (1/?)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest darkest corner of my imagination.
Prologue
The thing about the break-up is, well... Danny doesn’t really know what it is. Tom doesn’t even mention it until a week after it happens, and when he does, he does it with a tranquility that takes Danny’s breath away. How he managed to keep it quiet is beyond Danny’s comprehension, and why he waited over a week to tell them is even more confounding. But there is something in Tom’s face that warns them to back off, so they do, they return to rehearsals as though nothing has ever happened and for all outward signs and purposes, Tom does too.
But its wrong, infinitely wrong that they don’t talk about it. Wrong that Tom can show up at work each morning and act as though nothing has happened. It almost becomes a game - a really messed up drinking game where the list of ‘banned’ words is so long that you can barely open your mouth without having to drink. There are the obvious ones of course - Giovanna, relationship, break-up, girlfriend, sex, engagement... but the list grows and grows until Danny thinks its better just to keep his damn mouth shut anyways.
And its strange... strange to see Tom pretending that everything is okay, strange to see him arrive in the morning alone, strange to see him pen song after song that deals with everything except the loss of someone close to you. And its weird because Danny knows Tom, he’s known him forever, and he knows that Tom shouldn’t be acting like this - he should be a mess; a crying, screaming, wailing, no expense spared, mess. In fact, there should be a break-down of sorts, a break down so intense that the whole world tilts on its axis. And maybe there would be a rebellion involving drugs and strippers and older woman and... No, that’s not Tom; maybe he would throw away his Star Wars collection - yes, that would be equally as horrifying.
But instead of all these things, instead of something that Danny would have expected, he gets this quiet, odd, focused and strangely normal Tom...
Danny knows Tom, but -
Fuck if he knows what he’s playing at.
*~*
To be continued...