Chris Month Day 3
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turpsIt's Chris ficlet time. We're moving into strange pairings now, where people will recoil and I'll end up with maybe two comments *g*
So have this in all it's strange, unbeta read, probably makes no sense glory.
Chris first meets Pete Wentz in a field.
Granted, it’s a cordoned off area accessible only if you have the right wrist-band, but still, a field.
It’s the time of day when the sun is at its highest, and Chris can feel sweat prickling under his arms, down his back. Wiping at his forehead, he bypasses the striped marquee filled with tables and chairs, an assortment of people sheltering in the shade, drinking water and listening to the dulled thud of music from the stage.
If he’s honest, he doesn’t know why he’s here. While there’s novelty at being able to mingle unnoticed in the crowds, it’s still too hot and Chris is considering going home when he sees Pete. He’s sitting on the grass, back against a metal barrier, and looking as lost as Chris feels.
It’s why Chris wanders over and settles himself down, despite not knowing Pete at all.
“Hey,” Chris says, and he flashes a smile when Pete looks at him, bangs falling into his black lined eyes. He looks tired, worn out and Chris remembers that bone weariness of the seemingly endless tour.
“Hey,” Pete says, and he shades his eyes, looking at Chris before recognition obviously strikes and he suddenly smiles. “I know you. Ryan’s talked about you, though he preferred your opposition.”
“So I’ve heard.” Which is true, though Chris isn’t about to admit it was his sisters that told him. The Ryan Ross loving freaks that they are.
They’re quiet then, Pete opening his sidekick, tapping out a message as Chris raps his fingers against his thigh, following the beat of the music that fills the air.
“Do you miss it?”
The question is unexpected, and Chris looks at Pete, who’s looking right back at him. Chris considers hedging, pretending that he doesn’t know what Pete’s asking, but he can tell it’s genuine interest, from someone who loves music too.
“Every minute of the day.” Chris shrugs, his shoulders pressing against the sun warm metal of the barrier. “I still sing sometimes, mess around in my studio.”
“But it’s not the same.”
Chris smiles, a tiny curl of his lip. “Nothing like it.”
Pete reaches out, rests his hand on Chris’ knee, shifts so he can rest his head against Chris’ shoulder, and it should be strange, feel too much from someone he’s met minutes previously, but it doesn’t. Instead it’s a reminder of before, when personal space was never an issue, and it’s second nature to ease back into the role. Sit with Pete’s hair tickling against his neck, his body pressed against Chris’ own, quiet as they watch the world walk by.
“Patrick would work on something with you. He’s amazing,” Pete says suddenly, and he’s sitting up, reaching for his sidekick.
Chris laughs and holds out his hand. “Does he know you’re pimping him out?”
“Of course,” Pete sounds like the thought he wouldn’t tell Patrick everything is insane. “He’s awesome.”
“I’m sure he is, but I’ve got my own guys if I need them.” Chris says, hoping Pete will understand.
He does, looking intently at Chris, before nodding and reaching to his side. He holds up a plastic cup filled with melting blue ice, taking a sip before offering it to Chris. “Want a drink? It’s blueberry slurpie, blueberries are gross, but at least it's cold.”
Chris takes the cup, slurping up a mouthful of ice as Pete shows off his blue tongue. Then settles back, the cup passed between them until only a dribble of ice water remains.
So have this in all it's strange, unbeta read, probably makes no sense glory.
Chris first meets Pete Wentz in a field.
Granted, it’s a cordoned off area accessible only if you have the right wrist-band, but still, a field.
It’s the time of day when the sun is at its highest, and Chris can feel sweat prickling under his arms, down his back. Wiping at his forehead, he bypasses the striped marquee filled with tables and chairs, an assortment of people sheltering in the shade, drinking water and listening to the dulled thud of music from the stage.
If he’s honest, he doesn’t know why he’s here. While there’s novelty at being able to mingle unnoticed in the crowds, it’s still too hot and Chris is considering going home when he sees Pete. He’s sitting on the grass, back against a metal barrier, and looking as lost as Chris feels.
It’s why Chris wanders over and settles himself down, despite not knowing Pete at all.
“Hey,” Chris says, and he flashes a smile when Pete looks at him, bangs falling into his black lined eyes. He looks tired, worn out and Chris remembers that bone weariness of the seemingly endless tour.
“Hey,” Pete says, and he shades his eyes, looking at Chris before recognition obviously strikes and he suddenly smiles. “I know you. Ryan’s talked about you, though he preferred your opposition.”
“So I’ve heard.” Which is true, though Chris isn’t about to admit it was his sisters that told him. The Ryan Ross loving freaks that they are.
They’re quiet then, Pete opening his sidekick, tapping out a message as Chris raps his fingers against his thigh, following the beat of the music that fills the air.
“Do you miss it?”
The question is unexpected, and Chris looks at Pete, who’s looking right back at him. Chris considers hedging, pretending that he doesn’t know what Pete’s asking, but he can tell it’s genuine interest, from someone who loves music too.
“Every minute of the day.” Chris shrugs, his shoulders pressing against the sun warm metal of the barrier. “I still sing sometimes, mess around in my studio.”
“But it’s not the same.”
Chris smiles, a tiny curl of his lip. “Nothing like it.”
Pete reaches out, rests his hand on Chris’ knee, shifts so he can rest his head against Chris’ shoulder, and it should be strange, feel too much from someone he’s met minutes previously, but it doesn’t. Instead it’s a reminder of before, when personal space was never an issue, and it’s second nature to ease back into the role. Sit with Pete’s hair tickling against his neck, his body pressed against Chris’ own, quiet as they watch the world walk by.
“Patrick would work on something with you. He’s amazing,” Pete says suddenly, and he’s sitting up, reaching for his sidekick.
Chris laughs and holds out his hand. “Does he know you’re pimping him out?”
“Of course,” Pete sounds like the thought he wouldn’t tell Patrick everything is insane. “He’s awesome.”
“I’m sure he is, but I’ve got my own guys if I need them.” Chris says, hoping Pete will understand.
He does, looking intently at Chris, before nodding and reaching to his side. He holds up a plastic cup filled with melting blue ice, taking a sip before offering it to Chris. “Want a drink? It’s blueberry slurpie, blueberries are gross, but at least it's cold.”
Chris takes the cup, slurping up a mouthful of ice as Pete shows off his blue tongue. Then settles back, the cup passed between them until only a dribble of ice water remains.
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Date: 2008-02-03 07:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-03 09:45 pm (UTC)I had to go gen, my brain couldn't cope with anything else ;)
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Date: 2008-02-03 09:55 pm (UTC)but if you wrote chris/brian schechter smoking weed together... or
oh god. any of those band dudes smoking with chris would be HILARIOUS.
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Date: 2008-02-03 07:57 pm (UTC)*wibbles* oh man!
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Date: 2008-02-03 09:45 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2008-02-03 08:11 pm (UTC)Aww, this is just lovely.
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Date: 2008-02-03 09:46 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-02-03 08:19 pm (UTC)(And I can break out my new Pete icon for it!)
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Date: 2008-02-03 09:47 pm (UTC)Dude! Your icon! I was just saying to Turlough yesterday how hot Pete looked with the black under his eyes, because, GUH! Your icon is gorgeous!
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Date: 2008-02-03 10:45 pm (UTC)Oh honey, this is such a perfect snapshot, with all these echoes and shadows and other mixed metaphors :D
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Date: 2008-02-03 11:02 pm (UTC)It was a struggle to think of how to get those together, but I like how it worked out in the end.
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Date: 2008-02-04 12:01 am (UTC)I love the way tha tyou describe the heat in this! It makes me feel and sweaty and gross and thirsty, how perfect! The entire scene and feel is just fantastic, and I think you know that. The simple conversation between the two is enough to make me squee and coo and then squee again. I love that you kept Pete having absolutely no boundaries and that Chris had no problem with it. It really is something special :D
The blueberry thing made me laugh out loud just because I had forgotten about the blueberry thing. Blueberry slushie is gross...The one my friend gets all the time always smells like wet dog, and yet he still gets it. Everytime. Not the point though!
The point is I love this ficlet and I love your idea for Chris month and I will be going back to read the first couple :D I just don't know when yet!
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Date: 2008-02-04 12:08 pm (UTC)I love that you kept Pete having absolutely no boundaries and that Chris had no problem with it.
That makes me so happy, because I see Pete as being very tactile and wanting to ask things that others may shy away from.
Thank you so much, honey. As always your comments are amazing.
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Date: 2008-02-04 03:57 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-02-04 07:34 am (UTC)That was sad, yet sweet at the same time. And I don't really know Bandom for beans, but Pete Wentz is probably the first one I could identify in a lineup, and this felt very accurate, even though I know squat to judge it by, really. I loved the idea that they could relate, because Pete is now where Chris used to be, even if the style of music is different, all the rest of it is practically the same.
Nice Job, Luv!
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Date: 2008-02-04 12:03 pm (UTC)Yeah, FOB are so big now, nowhere near as huge as Nsync were, but Pete totally gets the invasion of privacy and loving music thing. I think they could relate nicely.
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Date: 2008-02-04 09:55 am (UTC)(This icon is totally inappropriate characterwise but I shall apply it thematically!)
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Date: 2008-02-04 10:03 am (UTC)I really enjoyed this :)
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Date: 2008-02-04 10:40 am (UTC)Thank you! I'm actually surprised people are reading, never mind taking the time to comment.
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Date: 2008-02-04 10:42 am (UTC)The icon works very well I feel!
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Date: 2008-02-04 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-04 09:10 pm (UTC)It took me a while to think of how to get those together, but once I did, it really seemed to work :)
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Date: 2008-02-06 07:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-27 01:02 am (UTC)(also? Hi! I'm working my way through a ton of your fic that I've bookmarked, I apologise for the inbox spamming in advance.)
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Date: 2008-02-27 09:34 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2009-05-08 05:33 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked, I adore Chris and Pete a lot, so getting them to talk was fun.