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rivers_bend at 08:42pm on 11/04/2013 under meme
rivers_bend at 08:42pm on 11/04/2013 under memeI was going to paint my nails while I watched NCIS, but I decided to do this 21-first-lines meme I've seen on my flist. Apparently I am keen on scene setting from the get-go :)
After an endless tour and a week at his Mum’s, Harry’s been back in London four days.
Frank's been asking for it all night.
If he’d been given a choice, Frank never would have picked spending his summer at camp.
Friday night, and Nick’s at the pub with Aimee, waiting for Harry to be done with rehearsals for the day and Ian to finish up a meeting.
Nick was waiting for Pixie once, in a dreadful bar in the City, filled with wankers in pinstriped suits and pastel shirts and jewel-toned ties loosened just enough, and he was eavesdropping on the conversation at the table next to him, because none of his bastard friends were returning his texts.
The first time it’s Louis’ hand, and Harry isn’t expecting it at all.
They’ve been on the road less than two weeks, but it’s been almost four since Mikey and Gerard did more than peck each other on the lips.
Warped, in Pete Wentz’s opinion, is aptly named.
So I think probably Harry and Nick are at an antiques market and Nick keeps picking things up and telling Harry he should buy them and Harry is just like, omg what am I going to do with that?
The only bathroom on the top floor of their new place is the master suite.
When Gerard wakes up, the house is strangely quiet.
The good thing about playing bars is the beer is usually on the house once you're off stage.
Because of the trees that grow too close, the asphalt in the back corner of the parking lot is cracked and broken, and Scott hates having to park his mom's car there.
There is absolutely nothing sexy about a bloke in a wooly jumper and socks without trousers.
“So here’s the thing,” Danny says, getting up off Jackson’s bed and heading over to stare at Jackson’s computer screen which is cycling through pictures he’s downloaded off the internet.
Even through the booze, and the pills that Frank thought were E but definitely weren’t, it’s fucking freezing in the van.
When he turns on his monitor, Frank can't see anything but shifting blacks, and even in the darkness has to brighten his screen to max to make out the shadows he knows Gerard can discern as clearly as Frank can see his own hands at noon.
Gerard woke up this morning with ideas.
It's Friday night, and like most Friday nights since Frank got paired with Mikey Way in Chemistry and discovered Mikey a) was awesome, and b) knew a lot more interesting people than Frank did, they're down in his brother Gerard's basement bedroom trying to convince him to come out with them.
It's two, maybe three in the morning and Gerard's not sure when he last slept, but he's got a notebook full of words and sketches and snatches of music, and he's pretty sure he can survive on the high of album ideas for another few hours before he crashes.
When Frank and Gerard started this, with backstage blows and back-of-the-van handjobs, Frank never thought they’d end up here.
... and a bonus one (going back 25 fics) to my first posted pure Bandom fic, because that feels like the beginning of my current era, and also because it makes me laugh:
Frank says, "You want to stick your tongue up my ass."
I kind of want to do one of these with last lines, actually, but will leave that for another time :D
After an endless tour and a week at his Mum’s, Harry’s been back in London four days.
Frank's been asking for it all night.
If he’d been given a choice, Frank never would have picked spending his summer at camp.
Friday night, and Nick’s at the pub with Aimee, waiting for Harry to be done with rehearsals for the day and Ian to finish up a meeting.
Nick was waiting for Pixie once, in a dreadful bar in the City, filled with wankers in pinstriped suits and pastel shirts and jewel-toned ties loosened just enough, and he was eavesdropping on the conversation at the table next to him, because none of his bastard friends were returning his texts.
The first time it’s Louis’ hand, and Harry isn’t expecting it at all.
They’ve been on the road less than two weeks, but it’s been almost four since Mikey and Gerard did more than peck each other on the lips.
Warped, in Pete Wentz’s opinion, is aptly named.
So I think probably Harry and Nick are at an antiques market and Nick keeps picking things up and telling Harry he should buy them and Harry is just like, omg what am I going to do with that?
The only bathroom on the top floor of their new place is the master suite.
When Gerard wakes up, the house is strangely quiet.
The good thing about playing bars is the beer is usually on the house once you're off stage.
Because of the trees that grow too close, the asphalt in the back corner of the parking lot is cracked and broken, and Scott hates having to park his mom's car there.
There is absolutely nothing sexy about a bloke in a wooly jumper and socks without trousers.
“So here’s the thing,” Danny says, getting up off Jackson’s bed and heading over to stare at Jackson’s computer screen which is cycling through pictures he’s downloaded off the internet.
Even through the booze, and the pills that Frank thought were E but definitely weren’t, it’s fucking freezing in the van.
When he turns on his monitor, Frank can't see anything but shifting blacks, and even in the darkness has to brighten his screen to max to make out the shadows he knows Gerard can discern as clearly as Frank can see his own hands at noon.
Gerard woke up this morning with ideas.
It's Friday night, and like most Friday nights since Frank got paired with Mikey Way in Chemistry and discovered Mikey a) was awesome, and b) knew a lot more interesting people than Frank did, they're down in his brother Gerard's basement bedroom trying to convince him to come out with them.
It's two, maybe three in the morning and Gerard's not sure when he last slept, but he's got a notebook full of words and sketches and snatches of music, and he's pretty sure he can survive on the high of album ideas for another few hours before he crashes.
When Frank and Gerard started this, with backstage blows and back-of-the-van handjobs, Frank never thought they’d end up here.
... and a bonus one (going back 25 fics) to my first posted pure Bandom fic, because that feels like the beginning of my current era, and also because it makes me laugh:
Frank says, "You want to stick your tongue up my ass."
I kind of want to do one of these with last lines, actually, but will leave that for another time :D
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