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A Brokedown Melody - flyingtapes (Light R)
Fandom: BANDOM - FOB/PATD & Blue Crush
Pairing: Jon/Cassie, John/Spencer, Anne Marie/Eden
Length: 35,525 words
Author on LJ: Not anymore
Author Website: The fanfiction of flyingtapes
Summary: When Jon is twelve, his parents move the family to Hawai'i.
Why this must be read: MCR was my main love in this fandom, and yet somehow this is one of my favourite fics. It's almost a character study in Jon Walker, since the main story never deviates from his life and his POV, but character studies sometimes get a little dull and this one doesn't. Full disclosure: it takes a bit of time to get going and the beginning is somewhat descriptive and can get frustrating, but I promise you: it gets better.
It's a realistic portrayal of how sometimes things can go wrong and your dreams can be gone in the blink of an eye. But it also tells of how when one thing in your life disappears, something else more often than not takes its place. For me, my favourite thing about this story is the pacing. It feels a bit like ebb and flow, which is funny considering the amount of ocean in this fic, and the story (and Jon in this story) feels so laidback and nice and steady and just... It makes me feel good. :) It's perhaps a bit unrealistic in that everything ends up so nice and tied up with a bow for Jon, but, well, we all love our happy endings, don't we?
Everyone in their neighborhood is really friendly and no one locks their doors, and Jon learns quickly who he can beg rides to the beach from and who he can’t. There’s more people willing to let him off at the beach than aren’t, though, and Jon’s parents don’t mind as long as he’s back in time for dinner.
He doesn’t do a lot, splashing around at the water’s edge and slowly building up the courage to swim through the waves. He sits on the beach and soaks up the sun, warm in a different way from the sticky-sweet Chicago summers, and reads a lot. His tan comes on quickly, and his mother laughs and kisses the top of his sun-bleached hair, but he knows she’s pleased that he is adapting so well.
School starts, and Jon has paid enough attention at the beach to guess what’s appropriate to wear to school. Here, there’s no rule against flip-flops, and the cafeteria food is actually pretty okay. He finds someone to sit with at lunch, and gets through the day without being hassled, so he counts it as a win. As soon as he gets home he throws his stuff in his room and puts on his swim trunks, yelling at his father that he’d be home for dinner and catching a ride with Mrs. Lyman out to the smaller, less populated beach Jon prefers.
He runs into the water, body meeting the brunt force of a wave, and when he comes out he shakes his hair out before collapsing onto the sand. He lets the sun dry him off, and he’s just thinking about opening his book when a shadow falls over him. He blinks open his eyes, and there’s a girl standing over him, her head tilted slightly to the side.
“Hey,” she says. “You’re in my English class, aren’t you?”
A Brokedown Melody
Pairing: Jon/Cassie, John/Spencer, Anne Marie/Eden
Length: 35,525 words
Author on LJ: Not anymore
Author Website: The fanfiction of flyingtapes
Summary: When Jon is twelve, his parents move the family to Hawai'i.
Why this must be read: MCR was my main love in this fandom, and yet somehow this is one of my favourite fics. It's almost a character study in Jon Walker, since the main story never deviates from his life and his POV, but character studies sometimes get a little dull and this one doesn't. Full disclosure: it takes a bit of time to get going and the beginning is somewhat descriptive and can get frustrating, but I promise you: it gets better.
It's a realistic portrayal of how sometimes things can go wrong and your dreams can be gone in the blink of an eye. But it also tells of how when one thing in your life disappears, something else more often than not takes its place. For me, my favourite thing about this story is the pacing. It feels a bit like ebb and flow, which is funny considering the amount of ocean in this fic, and the story (and Jon in this story) feels so laidback and nice and steady and just... It makes me feel good. :) It's perhaps a bit unrealistic in that everything ends up so nice and tied up with a bow for Jon, but, well, we all love our happy endings, don't we?
Everyone in their neighborhood is really friendly and no one locks their doors, and Jon learns quickly who he can beg rides to the beach from and who he can’t. There’s more people willing to let him off at the beach than aren’t, though, and Jon’s parents don’t mind as long as he’s back in time for dinner.
He doesn’t do a lot, splashing around at the water’s edge and slowly building up the courage to swim through the waves. He sits on the beach and soaks up the sun, warm in a different way from the sticky-sweet Chicago summers, and reads a lot. His tan comes on quickly, and his mother laughs and kisses the top of his sun-bleached hair, but he knows she’s pleased that he is adapting so well.
School starts, and Jon has paid enough attention at the beach to guess what’s appropriate to wear to school. Here, there’s no rule against flip-flops, and the cafeteria food is actually pretty okay. He finds someone to sit with at lunch, and gets through the day without being hassled, so he counts it as a win. As soon as he gets home he throws his stuff in his room and puts on his swim trunks, yelling at his father that he’d be home for dinner and catching a ride with Mrs. Lyman out to the smaller, less populated beach Jon prefers.
He runs into the water, body meeting the brunt force of a wave, and when he comes out he shakes his hair out before collapsing onto the sand. He lets the sun dry him off, and he’s just thinking about opening his book when a shadow falls over him. He blinks open his eyes, and there’s a girl standing over him, her head tilted slightly to the side.
“Hey,” she says. “You’re in my English class, aren’t you?”
A Brokedown Melody