Like, LynZ turns him down at first and they land squarely in that Friends space, which is fine with Gerard, he's already got Frank FIRMLY placed there (because Frank is hot and Frank is fun, but Jamia COULD END HIM AND ALL THAT HE LOVES).
And then he actually starts talking about himself and they bond over art school and dragons and Jersey and pretty soon Gerard is slipping right out of Friends into Danger Danger Crush Zone, which is where he was with Bert and that brings back BAD MEMORIES, so he fights it! And then there is much cuteness and moving further into the Danger Zone with some accidental phone sex on the side (Gerard felt like such a creep for doing it without her knowing, until he realized THAT SHE WAS DOING IT TOO), but now she knows all about how much of a loser he is and he just wants to HIDE or go into witness protection or something.
FEISFDSDGSD I hate when these summaries happen because then you people never write the fic and all we get is a little description tease of what would happen were there a fic. Nnnrrggg.
WELL, SHIT. CAN'T HAVE THAT. (I'll have you know that I haven't written anything - ANYTHING - in three weeks, which is the longest drought I've had in years.)
"Lindsey's here," Mikey comments, and Gerard full-on spit-takes, snorts Diet Coke into his nasal passages (it burns a lot worse than the other kind of coke, actually), and doubles over coughing.
"Smooth," Bob says.
It takes Gerard a few seconds to get his breath under control, but he doesn't straighten up. "Mikey!" he hisses through a protective curtain of hair.
"You look like Cousin It, dude," Ray comments.
Frank giggles. "He's working his way through the Addams Family."
Gerard waves his middle finger in the direction of Frank's voice - because seriously, how many Christina Ricci jokes are too much already? - and hisses desperately, "Mikey!"
"What," Mikey says without looking up from his Sidekick. Gerard's not even sure how he spotted Lindsey in the first place, he's had his eyes glued to that thing for weeks.
"You have to get me out of here!"
"Why is he freaking out?" Ray asks Mikey.
"They hooked up," Mikey says.
Gerard gropes out and finds Mikey's knee, punches it. Not too hard, partly because it's Mikey but mostly because Gerard is a fucking pussy and he knows it. "We didn't hook up! We - we were on the phone and..."
"Oh. My. God." Frank's giggles pitch upward, winding up for a real onslaught. "You guys had phone sex? Losers."
"Shut up, Frank, you did it all the time in the van!"
Frank snorts. "When my girlfriend was across the country. Not on another bus on the same tour. Why have phone sex when you can have actual sex?"
"We didn't have phone sex!" Gerard yelps, then catches himself and flings a nervous look around. They're sitting down on some ratty couches in what looks like someone's rec room, and he can't see past the immediate circle of bodies. Lindsey's out there somewhere, though, lurking.
Lindsey weaves around people, eyes raised to spot the familiar mop of stringy black hair. She's moving with a purpose. Two people cannot have really amazing accidental phone sex without a followup, she knows, and she's going to take that followup from Gerard if she has to club him over the head.
She knows how tense Gerard is, she's noticed how increasingly twitchy he's gotten when they hang out, and she realizes that after that episode on the phone she'll never see him again if she doesn't find him and do something.
Lindsey finally spots Gerard, sitting on a couch with his bandmates, elbows propped on his knees and head in his hands. Mikey's sitting next to him, fingers strumming busily away at his Sidekick. His eyes flick upwards and find hers. She grins and ploughs her way through the remaining milling bodies to reach her elusive prey.
They really hadn't had phone sex, honest to God. Not...technically. Like, they hadn't even talked about it. At first Gerard had felt like the skeeviest motherfucker alive, because God, here was this awesome girl who he liked, who had shot him down straight into the Friends Space, and sure Gerard is a complete social trainwreck but it's generally understood that guys should not under any circumstances snake a hand down the front of their sweatpants while talking on the phone with their new female friend who, hello, he's known all of a week.
They'd known each other back in the Lost Years, but Gerard's memories of her from those days is a blur of tattooes which, while hot, means that they've got a lot of catching up to do. Ergo, Lindsey had been telling him all about art school and this edible piece she'd done on the Nanking genocide; Gerard had been lying in his bunk with his hand curled around his dick, his brain straining under the effort of being in two totally different places - the 'OHMYGODSEX' place that's filled the vacuum left behind by drugs and alcohol and the 'wow, what does an edible genocide look like?' place - when Lindsey had stopped mid-sentence and made this noise.
Gerard had frozen up for a second, his own breathing all over the place.
After a second she'd cleared her throat down the phone line and said in her husky voice - and God, it was totally wired straight into the 'OHMYGODSEX' place - "So, yeah. What, uh...what was your best work?"
God, I'm going to say it again, but I love you so much right now. Accidental phone sex while they were discussing social activist art. Ajsjdsfhs, massive hearts for you!
Gerard buries his face in his hands. "We - kind of had phone sex?"
"Usually there isn't a question mark at the end of that sentence," Bob says. "If you're not sure if you're having sex, then you're not doing it right."
Frank leaves the giggles behind and launches into a full-out guffaw, then launches himself at Bob. "C'mon, dude, I want cake." Someone had brought a big pink box earlier, filled with a giant chocolate monstrosity topped with sickening blue and green icing.
"No sugar," Ray says quickly.
"Okay, Daddy," Frank chirps.
"Wait!" Gerard starts to scramble up. "You can't leave me - "
Across the crowd he catches sight of two black ponytails, like twin dorsal fins, and sits back down so hard his teeth click together and he bites his tongue.
Ray stares at him. "Are you okay? You look like you're having a seizure."
Gerard realizes he's flailing his hands around, fingers spasming at the air. "We hooked up," he blurts.
"Ohhh-kay," Ray says. "I'm not sure I get the problem?"
Gerard rolls his eyes and flails a little harder. "Don't sound so - so casual about it, Ray!"
"You've been kind of casual lately, Gee," Ray says carefully. Which, like, is fair: Gerard's been a little active lately, in the wake of The Great Bert Disaster - or maybe he's just experiencing a normal male libido for the first time free of drugs and alcohol. Whatever the cause, he's fallen in and out of beds, bunks, closets, bathroom stalls, car seats, and, yes, showers with half of Warped Tour.
Gerard can kind of understand why Lindsey shot him down. Which makes it that much worse when Mikey snaps his Sidekick shut with this awful, decisive click and says to Ray, "He likes her."
Gerard reels his flailing hands in and clutches at his face. "Please get me out of here," he moans piteously between his fingers to Mikey.
"How?" Mikey asks. "Here, wait, here's some paper." He flails out with one of his Chucks and stomps on an itinerary at the edge of the table, dragging it across the surface with the sole of his shoe.
Gerard takes it, stares. "How can I use this to escape?"
Mikey rolls his eyes and sighs wearily. "You don't. Here, here's a marker." He pulls out the purple Sharpie he'd been signing things with earlier. "Draw something, you'll feel better. I'll see if I can, like, divert her attention."
Gerard clutches the Sharpie. "I love you Mikey. You're the most awesome little brother in the world. Oh, hey, can you start a fire? That'd be good!"
"Yes," Mikey says, standing up. "That's exactly what I'm going to do. Ray, come with me."
"Dude, I'm not starting a fire," Ray squeaks.
Mikey stares at him, his best Creepy Undead gaze. Zombies never blink. "Your hair will draw attention to this side of the room," he says slowly. "I need you to come with me."
After a beat, Ray says, "Oh! Oh, yeah, okay."
Gerard swallows nervously as they depart, then ducks his head down over the paper and uncaps the Sharpie. He feels exposed without the others around him, even though he's on a couch in the corner of the room and logically, they'd be far more noticeable as a group.
He'll be fine. He just needs to keep his head down and then run out with the panicked crowd when Mikey starts his fire or whatever. He considers drawing a unicorn as thanks, but the Sharpie just kind of naturally slips into the arc of a dragon's neck. There's something tremendously therapeutic about drawing dragons: besides the whole coolness factor of Impervious, Eternal and Fucking Fire-breathing, the contrast between long, delicate shape lines and harder, sharp details for the scales and teeth and claws tends to erase whatever else is on Gerard's brain at the moment. He could draw dragons in his sleep. It's like tracing, but awesome.
Beside him, someone clears their throat. Huskily.
Gerard freezes, his eyes darting to the side and landing on a pair of (very) white knees. Jesus H Christ, screams the OHMYGODSEX part of his brain, look at her legs! She's still in her stage outfit, the Catholic schoolgirl thing, and Gerard has to look up and up and up past knees and pale thighs and hips - suddenly half her body seems to be made of legs, for real - to see her face.
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29/2/08 23:04 (UTC)And then he actually starts talking about himself and they bond over art school and dragons and Jersey and pretty soon Gerard is slipping right out of Friends into Danger Danger Crush Zone, which is where he was with Bert and that brings back BAD MEMORIES, so he fights it! And then there is much cuteness and moving further into the Danger Zone with some accidental phone sex on the side (Gerard felt like such a creep for doing it without her knowing, until he realized THAT SHE WAS DOING IT TOO), but now she knows all about how much of a loser he is and he just wants to HIDE or go into witness protection or something.
UR CLUB, I JOIN IT.
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29/2/08 23:07 (UTC)OM NOM NOM ACCIDENTAL PHONE SEX NOM
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29/2/08 23:32 (UTC)"Lindsey's here," Mikey comments, and Gerard full-on spit-takes, snorts Diet Coke into his nasal passages (it burns a lot worse than the other kind of coke, actually), and doubles over coughing.
"Smooth," Bob says.
It takes Gerard a few seconds to get his breath under control, but he doesn't straighten up. "Mikey!" he hisses through a protective curtain of hair.
"You look like Cousin It, dude," Ray comments.
Frank giggles. "He's working his way through the Addams Family."
Gerard waves his middle finger in the direction of Frank's voice - because seriously, how many Christina Ricci jokes are too much already? - and hisses desperately, "Mikey!"
"What," Mikey says without looking up from his Sidekick. Gerard's not even sure how he spotted Lindsey in the first place, he's had his eyes glued to that thing for weeks.
"You have to get me out of here!"
"Why is he freaking out?" Ray asks Mikey.
"They hooked up," Mikey says.
Gerard gropes out and finds Mikey's knee, punches it. Not too hard, partly because it's Mikey but mostly because Gerard is a fucking pussy and he knows it. "We didn't hook up! We - we were on the phone and..."
"Oh. My. God." Frank's giggles pitch upward, winding up for a real onslaught. "You guys had phone sex? Losers."
"Shut up, Frank, you did it all the time in the van!"
Frank snorts. "When my girlfriend was across the country. Not on another bus on the same tour. Why have phone sex when you can have actual sex?"
"We didn't have phone sex!" Gerard yelps, then catches himself and flings a nervous look around. They're sitting down on some ratty couches in what looks like someone's rec room, and he can't see past the immediate circle of bodies. Lindsey's out there somewhere, though, lurking.
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29/2/08 23:38 (UTC)She knows how tense Gerard is, she's noticed how increasingly twitchy he's gotten when they hang out, and she realizes that after that episode on the phone she'll never see him again if she doesn't find him and do something.
Lindsey finally spots Gerard, sitting on a couch with his bandmates, elbows propped on his knees and head in his hands. Mikey's sitting next to him, fingers strumming busily away at his Sidekick. His eyes flick upwards and find hers. She grins and ploughs her way through the remaining milling bodies to reach her elusive prey.
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29/2/08 23:47 (UTC)They'd known each other back in the Lost Years, but Gerard's memories of her from those days is a blur of tattooes which, while hot, means that they've got a lot of catching up to do. Ergo, Lindsey had been telling him all about art school and this edible piece she'd done on the Nanking genocide; Gerard had been lying in his bunk with his hand curled around his dick, his brain straining under the effort of being in two totally different places - the 'OHMYGODSEX' place that's filled the vacuum left behind by drugs and alcohol and the 'wow, what does an edible genocide look like?' place - when Lindsey had stopped mid-sentence and made this noise.
Gerard had frozen up for a second, his own breathing all over the place.
After a second she'd cleared her throat down the phone line and said in her husky voice - and God, it was totally wired straight into the 'OHMYGODSEX' place - "So, yeah. What, uh...what was your best work?"
"Um," Gerard had croaked.
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29/2/08 23:51 (UTC)(no subject)
1/3/08 00:10 (UTC)"Usually there isn't a question mark at the end of that sentence," Bob says. "If you're not sure if you're having sex, then you're not doing it right."
Frank leaves the giggles behind and launches into a full-out guffaw, then launches himself at Bob. "C'mon, dude, I want cake." Someone had brought a big pink box earlier, filled with a giant chocolate monstrosity topped with sickening blue and green icing.
"No sugar," Ray says quickly.
"Okay, Daddy," Frank chirps.
"Wait!" Gerard starts to scramble up. "You can't leave me - "
Across the crowd he catches sight of two black ponytails, like twin dorsal fins, and sits back down so hard his teeth click together and he bites his tongue.
Ray stares at him. "Are you okay? You look like you're having a seizure."
Gerard realizes he's flailing his hands around, fingers spasming at the air. "We hooked up," he blurts.
"Ohhh-kay," Ray says. "I'm not sure I get the problem?"
Gerard rolls his eyes and flails a little harder. "Don't sound so - so casual about it, Ray!"
"You've been kind of casual lately, Gee," Ray says carefully. Which, like, is fair: Gerard's been a little active lately, in the wake of The Great Bert Disaster - or maybe he's just experiencing a normal male libido for the first time free of drugs and alcohol. Whatever the cause, he's fallen in and out of beds, bunks, closets, bathroom stalls, car seats, and, yes, showers with half of Warped Tour.
Gerard can kind of understand why Lindsey shot him down. Which makes it that much worse when Mikey snaps his Sidekick shut with this awful, decisive click and says to Ray, "He likes her."
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1/3/08 00:33 (UTC)Gerard reels his flailing hands in and clutches at his face. "Please get me out of here," he moans piteously between his fingers to Mikey.
"How?" Mikey asks. "Here, wait, here's some paper." He flails out with one of his Chucks and stomps on an itinerary at the edge of the table, dragging it across the surface with the sole of his shoe.
Gerard takes it, stares. "How can I use this to escape?"
Mikey rolls his eyes and sighs wearily. "You don't. Here, here's a marker." He pulls out the purple Sharpie he'd been signing things with earlier. "Draw something, you'll feel better. I'll see if I can, like, divert her attention."
Gerard clutches the Sharpie. "I love you Mikey. You're the most awesome little brother in the world. Oh, hey, can you start a fire? That'd be good!"
"Yes," Mikey says, standing up. "That's exactly what I'm going to do. Ray, come with me."
"Dude, I'm not starting a fire," Ray squeaks.
Mikey stares at him, his best Creepy Undead gaze. Zombies never blink. "Your hair will draw attention to this side of the room," he says slowly. "I need you to come with me."
After a beat, Ray says, "Oh! Oh, yeah, okay."
Gerard swallows nervously as they depart, then ducks his head down over the paper and uncaps the Sharpie. He feels exposed without the others around him, even though he's on a couch in the corner of the room and logically, they'd be far more noticeable as a group.
He'll be fine. He just needs to keep his head down and then run out with the panicked crowd when Mikey starts his fire or whatever. He considers drawing a unicorn as thanks, but the Sharpie just kind of naturally slips into the arc of a dragon's neck. There's something tremendously therapeutic about drawing dragons: besides the whole coolness factor of Impervious, Eternal and Fucking Fire-breathing, the contrast between long, delicate shape lines and harder, sharp details for the scales and teeth and claws tends to erase whatever else is on Gerard's brain at the moment. He could draw dragons in his sleep. It's like tracing, but awesome.
Beside him, someone clears their throat. Huskily.
Gerard freezes, his eyes darting to the side and landing on a pair of (very) white knees. Jesus H Christ, screams the OHMYGODSEX part of his brain, look at her legs! She's still in her stage outfit, the Catholic schoolgirl thing, and Gerard has to look up and up and up past knees and pale thighs and hips - suddenly half her body seems to be made of legs, for real - to see her face.
"Um," he croaks.
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1/3/08 14:34 (UTC)Also, Bob sez UR DOIN IT RONG, GEEWAY. <33333
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