this is about my attention span

[schmerica]

Let's bring back this meme, because I'm really very fond of it:

Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you between one and three sentences from that story.

The last time I did this was back in mid-December - the responses from then can be found here and here.

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[spuffyduds]

The one where Billy Tallent's daughter Billie hits her teenage years and discovers punk history and becomes obsessed with Joe Dick and Billy has to deal with THAT.

[schmerica]

Billy's not sure how one weekend a month can be such a fucking long time. It wasn't so bad when she was younger, but he's got no idea what the fuck to do with this teenager who shows up at his apartment in her stupid pseudo-punk fashion she bought at the mall. He counts cigarettes before she comes and after she leaves, but at least he hasn't had to lock up the booze from her yet. And she has pretty good taste in the albums she goes through from his record collection.

He draws the line when she brings the poster over. "You're not hanging that in my house," Billy says. He didn't even know they sold those. He wonders who's getting the money for it. Billy certainly hasn't seen any.

"It's my room," she says, pouting like a little kid. She wants to hang it over her bed - it'd be like Joe was watching her sleep, watching Billy's kid in her nighty every night. It's sick.

"It's my room. All of the rooms are my rooms," Billy says, and he rips the poster out of her hands and tears it in two.

"You're an asshole," she says, glaring at him, but it's not like Billy hasn't heard that plenty of times before.

[cesare]

The one where Charles blurts inappropriate things because even though he tries very hard, sometimes it's tough for him to separate what's in someone's mind vs. what's okay to say aloud, but he doesn't want to admit as much to the others and distress them about the mindreading since they're already a little iffy about it. So when his awkward exclamations get more and more sexual around Erik, some of them think that Charles is lusting hopelessly after an indifferent-seeming Erik, except for Erik, who thinks Charles is mocking him, since of course it's (mostly) Erik's own seething sexual thoughts about Charles that prompt Charles to say those things. I think this was also the mansionfic where Darwin and Angel were there too.

[schmerica]

"Shut up," Erik interrupts, and Charles looks up from the chessboard in surprise as Erik slams his glass down onto the table. "Just shut up, Charles, godammit, what is wrong with you-"

Erik cuts himself off with what looks like a vicious bite to his upper lip. He sucks in a long deep breath and then lets it out slowly. What Charles can feel from his mind seems to go still, too, or at least quieter, as if Erik is forcing everything down to the background.

"I forfeit the game," Erik says, standing up. "Good night, Charles."

"Erik, wait-"

He did it again, Charles thinks, he wasn't paying enough attention and he's said the wrong thing, responded to Erik's thoughts instead of his words. It hurts, a little, to see how angry it's made Erik. The way the two of them have spoken before about their mutations, their gifts, he'd thought that Erik would be a little more understanding. He was wrong, apparently. "I didn't mean-" Charles starts awkwardly.

Erik doesn't turn to him. I know that, Charles hears from his head, but out loud Erik just says, "Go to tell," before he leaves, slamming the library door closed behind him.

[cesare]

Erik noooo ;_________;

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[schmerica]

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