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The Blind Leading the Bands by in_decisions & thejumpcut (R)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Gerard/Patrick, background Mikey/Pete, past Bert/Gerard
Length: 23,030 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
in_decisions & thejumpcut
Author Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
Another Warped 2005 story but this one is very different from the one I recced earlier. This time it's Gerard and Patrick who're the main characters and the oblivious focus of their bandmates' scheming and plotting.
There's a bit of everything in this story - fun and silly band interactions, dorky and awkward boys in love, thoughtful introspection, chaotic tour conditions - and the mood is light and happy with a dollop of seriousness to temper the sweetness. A wonderful story that never fails to put me in a good mood.
Excerpt from the story:
Gerard's state of sleepy good will is abruptly cut short when a suddenly serious Frank deposits himself on Gerard's legs and starts poking him in the chest. He gets as far as "you" poke "are" poke "fucking" poke "ridiculous" before Gerard manages to grab his finger. Frank rolls his eyes, but continues. "Seriously, Gee, how old are you? All this beating around the bush, dude, I don't even know. You're kind of fucking gross." Frank sounds totally exasperated, and Gerard is already getting offended, even though he has no idea what's going on.
"The fuck are you talking about, Frankie?" Frank makes an indelicate snorting noise, and waves his hand in the direction of the bus door.
"Patrick, obviously, and your cutesy grade-school flirting thing. Gee, I know you wanna take it slow and all, not rush into anything, and I totally support that, I really do. But seriously? Sitting around watching you two pulling each others' pigtails is giving me hives."
"I, Patrick, pulling... WHAT?" Gerard sputters indignantly, his eyes getting unnaturally wide. Frank stares at him for a long moment, but when all he sees is confusion, he continues.
"Shit, Bob was right..." Frank mumbles half under his breath, and then looks Gerard straight in the eye. "Gee, you know that you have a huge crush on Patrick, right? And that you're kinda, sorta maybe almost dating him?"
"What? No."
"Yes."
"No, but -"
"Yes."
"No, but I'm not -"
"Yes you are." Gerard starts to lose what little colour he has in his face, and Frank scoots himself over to rub Gerard's back and sighs a little. It's going to be a long night.
The Blind Leading the Bands
Pairing: Gerard/Patrick, background Mikey/Pete, past Bert/Gerard
Length: 23,030 words
Author on LJ:
in_decisions & thejumpcutAuthor Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
Another Warped 2005 story but this one is very different from the one I recced earlier. This time it's Gerard and Patrick who're the main characters and the oblivious focus of their bandmates' scheming and plotting.
There's a bit of everything in this story - fun and silly band interactions, dorky and awkward boys in love, thoughtful introspection, chaotic tour conditions - and the mood is light and happy with a dollop of seriousness to temper the sweetness. A wonderful story that never fails to put me in a good mood.
Excerpt from the story:
Gerard's state of sleepy good will is abruptly cut short when a suddenly serious Frank deposits himself on Gerard's legs and starts poking him in the chest. He gets as far as "you" poke "are" poke "fucking" poke "ridiculous" before Gerard manages to grab his finger. Frank rolls his eyes, but continues. "Seriously, Gee, how old are you? All this beating around the bush, dude, I don't even know. You're kind of fucking gross." Frank sounds totally exasperated, and Gerard is already getting offended, even though he has no idea what's going on.
"The fuck are you talking about, Frankie?" Frank makes an indelicate snorting noise, and waves his hand in the direction of the bus door.
"Patrick, obviously, and your cutesy grade-school flirting thing. Gee, I know you wanna take it slow and all, not rush into anything, and I totally support that, I really do. But seriously? Sitting around watching you two pulling each others' pigtails is giving me hives."
"I, Patrick, pulling... WHAT?" Gerard sputters indignantly, his eyes getting unnaturally wide. Frank stares at him for a long moment, but when all he sees is confusion, he continues.
"Shit, Bob was right..." Frank mumbles half under his breath, and then looks Gerard straight in the eye. "Gee, you know that you have a huge crush on Patrick, right? And that you're kinda, sorta maybe almost dating him?"
"What? No."
"Yes."
"No, but -"
"Yes."
"No, but I'm not -"
"Yes you are." Gerard starts to lose what little colour he has in his face, and Frank scoots himself over to rub Gerard's back and sighs a little. It's going to be a long night.
The Blind Leading the Bands