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Childish by Giddy Geek (R)
Fandom: Popslash
Pairing: Chris/Lance. Justin/JC
Rating: R
Author on LJ: Giddy Geek
Author Website: Hosted at Pretty Boys Doing Pretty Boys
Why this must be read:
Because it's delightfully strange. The writing is delicious and peculiar and the characterisations are fabulous and it's slightly eerie and disconcerting and wonderful.
Extract
In the bushes, Chris was screeching something about being crushed like a bug under the weight of Justin's huge-ass feet or being felled with one blow of his freakishly long arms. Lance, laughing now, finally crossed the patio and made his careful way into the leaves. His white shirt was the only sign of him, just a little flicker of sun-reflection in the deep green and pale wood and occasional colorful blossom.
Justin shook his head and turned away, watching the pink hoop float forlornly in the pool, a bright disruption to the dank greenness of the water. While he was watching, bubbles formed in the water around the hoop. His eyes widened and he stared as it spun a few times, working up waves, and began to sink. In a few seconds, all traces of it were gone.
Wow, Justin thought. I should really get the pool cleaned. With, um, explosives. And then he shook his head, took a deep breath, and pretended that nothing weird was happening. JC and Joey were singing something while they toiled over the grill, and that was good, great, he'd never been able to resist a sing-along.
Plus, he was, uh, pretty sure he could get JC to try out the hula hoops.
Childish
Pairing: Chris/Lance. Justin/JC
Rating: R
Author on LJ: Giddy Geek
Author Website: Hosted at Pretty Boys Doing Pretty Boys
Why this must be read:
Because it's delightfully strange. The writing is delicious and peculiar and the characterisations are fabulous and it's slightly eerie and disconcerting and wonderful.
Extract
In the bushes, Chris was screeching something about being crushed like a bug under the weight of Justin's huge-ass feet or being felled with one blow of his freakishly long arms. Lance, laughing now, finally crossed the patio and made his careful way into the leaves. His white shirt was the only sign of him, just a little flicker of sun-reflection in the deep green and pale wood and occasional colorful blossom.
Justin shook his head and turned away, watching the pink hoop float forlornly in the pool, a bright disruption to the dank greenness of the water. While he was watching, bubbles formed in the water around the hoop. His eyes widened and he stared as it spun a few times, working up waves, and began to sink. In a few seconds, all traces of it were gone.
Wow, Justin thought. I should really get the pool cleaned. With, um, explosives. And then he shook his head, took a deep breath, and pretended that nothing weird was happening. JC and Joey were singing something while they toiled over the grill, and that was good, great, he'd never been able to resist a sing-along.
Plus, he was, uh, pretty sure he could get JC to try out the hula hoops.
Childish
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