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mwestbelle) wrote2009-03-14 04:46 pm
mwestbelle) wrote2009-03-14 04:46 pm
time meme responses pt1
I was going to wait and post all the responses from this meme at once, but I keep forgetting to do them *FAIL* so here's the first two
“We already have books,” Michael said, eyebrow quirked. He watched Gerard struggle with a box before handing it off to a waiting footman. “Lots of books, even.”
“Not my books.” Gerard climbed down from the carriage and forsook his handkerchief to instead wipe his forehead with his unbuttoned sleeve. He was lucky Mama was still bustling around telling the maids how to do their business; she would not have him seen so mussed in clear sight of anyone who happened to be driving by. Life at university had obviously done terrible things to his manners (not that they were much to begin with, but Mama had her hopes). “My books are better.”
Michael made a noncommittal affirmative noise, because he knew better than to say anything about Gerard’s books if he didn’t want a near endless treatise on things he hadn’t the slightest interest in. Sometimes he would ask, on nights that he couldn't sleep, or maybe Gerard couldn't, and he would curl around his pillows and watch Gerard talk to him well into the night. He did shift his weight from foot to foot, looking down at the ground and then up at Gerard, and then down again. It hardly took more than a moment for Gerard to catch on, close the distance between them in two long strides and wrap his arms around Michael. He buried his nose in the curve of Michael’s neck; he'd always had a gift for hearing what Michael refuses to say. “I missed you too.”
Frank peered through the gap in the thick curtains, watched the dancers jump and jivin’ and swiveling away, and thought he might throw up. “I. I can’t fucking do this.”
Gerard‘s hand was warm on his shoulder, a gentle squeeze that was simple enough that none of the other contestants pacing and stressing would notice, but tender. “Sure you can. You‘re going to knock ‘em dead, tiger, you know that.”
“I’ve never done this, Gee, god, how did I let you talk me into this?”
“You’ve done this song a thousand times, Frankie, cool it.”
Frank bit his lip, but he wasn’t going to be a crybaby about it. “How’s my hair?”
Gerard slid his hand into Frank’s back pocket and lingered a moment before pulling out a comb and straightening a few strands of hair that were breaking free of the grease. “Perfect D.A., baby. Now cool it, seriously. You’ve got a great voice, classy chassis--” he squeezed Frank’s bottom fondly when he slid the comb back in “--and that great smile. They’re all gonna love you.”
“They are?” Gerard nodded and Frank turned away from the bright lights through the gap in the curtains and smiled at him. His voice dropped, low and teasing, when he asked, “And what’re you going to do when you ain’t the only one?”
“Guess I’ll just have to love you best.” Gerard grinned back. “And figure out some way I can keep my eye on you when all those dollies start coming your way.”
Frank laughed and shook his head. "Sure. Dollies."
"Hey." Gerard nudged at Frank's chin. "I promised your mama I'd make you a star, kid. Just be yourself. They'll be screaming your name in two months tops."
"And what if they don't?"
Gerard scanned his face and he could hear the low thrum of the announcer's voice. "I'll give you your five dollars back, how about that? Get out there." The lights flared brighter and he shoved Frank through the curtains and into his big break.
Hope you guys like 'em ♥
“We already have books,” Michael said, eyebrow quirked. He watched Gerard struggle with a box before handing it off to a waiting footman. “Lots of books, even.”
“Not my books.” Gerard climbed down from the carriage and forsook his handkerchief to instead wipe his forehead with his unbuttoned sleeve. He was lucky Mama was still bustling around telling the maids how to do their business; she would not have him seen so mussed in clear sight of anyone who happened to be driving by. Life at university had obviously done terrible things to his manners (not that they were much to begin with, but Mama had her hopes). “My books are better.”
Michael made a noncommittal affirmative noise, because he knew better than to say anything about Gerard’s books if he didn’t want a near endless treatise on things he hadn’t the slightest interest in. Sometimes he would ask, on nights that he couldn't sleep, or maybe Gerard couldn't, and he would curl around his pillows and watch Gerard talk to him well into the night. He did shift his weight from foot to foot, looking down at the ground and then up at Gerard, and then down again. It hardly took more than a moment for Gerard to catch on, close the distance between them in two long strides and wrap his arms around Michael. He buried his nose in the curve of Michael’s neck; he'd always had a gift for hearing what Michael refuses to say. “I missed you too.”
Frank peered through the gap in the thick curtains, watched the dancers jump and jivin’ and swiveling away, and thought he might throw up. “I. I can’t fucking do this.”
Gerard‘s hand was warm on his shoulder, a gentle squeeze that was simple enough that none of the other contestants pacing and stressing would notice, but tender. “Sure you can. You‘re going to knock ‘em dead, tiger, you know that.”
“I’ve never done this, Gee, god, how did I let you talk me into this?”
“You’ve done this song a thousand times, Frankie, cool it.”
Frank bit his lip, but he wasn’t going to be a crybaby about it. “How’s my hair?”
Gerard slid his hand into Frank’s back pocket and lingered a moment before pulling out a comb and straightening a few strands of hair that were breaking free of the grease. “Perfect D.A., baby. Now cool it, seriously. You’ve got a great voice, classy chassis--” he squeezed Frank’s bottom fondly when he slid the comb back in “--and that great smile. They’re all gonna love you.”
“They are?” Gerard nodded and Frank turned away from the bright lights through the gap in the curtains and smiled at him. His voice dropped, low and teasing, when he asked, “And what’re you going to do when you ain’t the only one?”
“Guess I’ll just have to love you best.” Gerard grinned back. “And figure out some way I can keep my eye on you when all those dollies start coming your way.”
Frank laughed and shook his head. "Sure. Dollies."
"Hey." Gerard nudged at Frank's chin. "I promised your mama I'd make you a star, kid. Just be yourself. They'll be screaming your name in two months tops."
"And what if they don't?"
Gerard scanned his face and he could hear the low thrum of the announcer's voice. "I'll give you your five dollars back, how about that? Get out there." The lights flared brighter and he shoved Frank through the curtains and into his big break.
Hope you guys like 'em ♥
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