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13 May 2009 @ 05:22 pm
the closer i am to fine  
Horrible, no-good, very bad OSCE DONE! And I only nearly cried once. Immediately I came home I painted my nails (and fingertips, and keyboard ... oops) red, in defiance of the dress codes to which I've kowtowed all year.

When I went to get a sandwich at the corner shop, an American dude was waiting at the deli counter. I knew he was American because of his accent and also because he was wearing a baseball cap. There was no one serving but there was a shop lady at the back doing whatever it is they do in the back of delis. I was witness to a poignant demonstration of the difference between Americans and Irish: while I was content to wait until she'd finished, noticed me, and came to serve, he called her over. Wow, I mean. I'd be afraid she'd spit in my food, if I did that. (Note that he wasn't rude, he was just - American.)

Now, the adapted iconmeme! blindmouse gave me six icons to write about. If you'd like to partake, just holler!

Mine ended up being a sequence of Jon/Greta, mainly. I don't know! I only write it.

Shale stared at her reflection, at the one stray piece of hair that just would not lie flat. Mirrors were the bane of her life. Not, as her friends complained, because they showed unpleasant images like a crop of spots appearing hours before a date, or swells of flesh today where there were none last week. No, Shale had a problem with mirrors because of how they didn't work.

She sighed as her reflection disappeared. The first time it had done that, after Shale realised it wasn't a trick of the light or a magic mirror prank, the emptiness of a reflected room shocked and paled her. She'd grown to know her hair by touch, so that she could tie and braid and comb it neat without ever seeing it. She'd had to give up on the heavy eyeliner, though; panda eyes were supposed to be a metaphor, not a description.

When her reflection returned, Shale felt a dart of concern. It never usually did that - once it was gone, it was gone. Her reflected face looked uneasy, but she felt uneasy, so that made sense.

At least until her reflection's mouth moved all by itself, speaking words Shale couldn't hear but understood nonetheless.

"Look out behind you."

Alice grew up. Alice grew up, and Wonderland followed her.

She did her best to thwart it. She took exams and did reasonably well, earned a job in an office totting up endless neat rows of figures. Not much scope for Wonderland's denizens there, it was true. But they were patient and sly; they lay in wait. Her flat was small and neat and beige, but her dreams were endless. She woke up to find she'd painted a wall red with white diamonds. She opened her eyes and she was dancing alone in the apartment block foyer, her stockings matching the tiles' crazy pattern. She opened her mouth in the rainy park and began singing, and the words fell as drops of petals and frogs on the damp, soggy path.

Alice really thought she should change her medication.

"What's he doing here?"

Greta looked over instead of saying who?, and felt her palms grow slick on the ribbons of the balloons. It hadn't been her idea, the balloons, it had been Chris', but no one was going to believe that when there was a girl in the band.

Brendon bounced alongside Jon, looking for all the world like an overgrown Labrador puppy. Jon had that affect on people; when you stopped to think about it, it was strange. Jon, after all, was such a calm and mellow person. The only time he really exerted himself to speak was in interviews when he wanted to save Brendon or smooth down some of the spikes in Ryan's words. Not that Greta had been youtubing Panic interviews - she'd just happened to come across a few while she was updating her playlists.

"Oh man," sighed Darren. "I hope Brendon doesn't lick me again. He's a nice kid and all, but I don't need to know any more about the inner workings of his mouth."

At that moment Jon smiled over at them and Greta couldn't help thinking about the inner workings of his mouth. Whoops.

"Say cheese!" chirped the photographer, whom Greta was going to kill and eviscerate later. Brendon waved at them and Chris waved back, completely ruining the shot. Greta decided he would have to be hung and quartered.

They got a break after that. Greta shook out the folds of her sundress and went over to where Jon and Brendon were investigating the paltry Kraft Service. Brendon had a sandwhich stuffed into each cheek, so he just nodded when Greta said hello. Jon didn't smile again, but his face was all loose and easy and Greta felt her heartbeat stutter right down to her toes.

"You look pretty," he said, hand lifting one heavy curl and twining it around his finger.

"Ugh, I hate photo shoots. I always look so weird and twee in them," said Greta. Girly magazines always said you shouldn't run yourself down in front of guys you liked, but she didn't like Jon like that, and besides, girly magazines were one hundred percent trash.

Jon shook his head and gently replaced the curl on Greta's shoulder. His other hand contained two Oreos, which he offered to Greta. "Nah," he said, smiling now, and oh God, Greta might have to run out and buy a Cosmo this instant. "That's not actually possible."

i bought some socks, Greta text to Jon.

send pix immediately, came the reply, not two minutes later. Jon was supposed to be recording Panic's third album with the boys, but they were clearly on another argument break. Greta smiled to herself as she scrolled through her phone to find the camera function.

She wasn't quite sure how this had started. Jon mentioned his photography hobby and Greta expressed a polite interest in seeing his work, which lead to a swapping of email addresses and later swapping of emails. After Greta opened the first attachment her interest became profound. Jon was good. Not Mappleworth standards, by any means, but he had a natural eye for composition and scene and Greta didn't hesitate to tell him so. Six months down the line and they were texting every day, usually random things like a single smiley or a picture Jon took of a leaf on the sidewalk or snippets of Greta's side project, a feminist reworking of fairytales. Rapunzel figured out a pulley system to drop herself down from the tower and she sold her hair for wigs to make money to fund her dreams of becoming Fairyland's first female aviator Greta text Jon while she pulled up the socks.

awesome, she can machine gun down the forest around sleeping beautys castle Jon replied.

tsk fairyland's heroines don't approve of violence. standby for pics

Greta hadn't got a scrap of makeup on and while on all counts, that shouldn't make a difference, she possessed an ungovernable desire to look her best for Jon. So she experimented with various poses that didn't include her upper body - she had her period and was feeling bloated - while Jon text again to say hurry up, my eyes need your legs in my life. It made Greta blush and wonder, as she sometimes did, if Jon were flirting with her. She didn't like to dwell too long on the idea, as it was both too sweet and too painful a prospect.

Finally she lit upon lying on her back and taking pictures of her legs vertical against the wall. Her skirt fell down around her hips, and Greta was careful to only include the below-knee area in her shot. No need to be giving Jon ideas. Gabe had seen the photo she sent Jon of herself wearing only a lacy camisole - the point had been to show Jon how long her hair was getting, but Gabe had teased her about it and her 'crush' ever since. Greta knew Jon had a girlfriend, though he never spoke of her. Greta didn't want to be seen as the harlot of the equation. Jon's innocent enquiries about the bad weather in San Francisco, now that she was always wearing turtlenecks and long-sleeved sweaters in her shots, were killing.

mmm, rainbow. makes me think of skittles said Jon and, a moment later, you should come down and visit. bring ur socks.

maybe i will, returned Greta, before she resolutely turned her phone off.

Brendon had a guilty, terrible, no-good secret. He sometimes provoked Ryan on purpose, because. Well. Ryan got the most animated when he was angry; his dark eyes flashed and he scrunched his hands in his hair, bringing out the little curls, and his cheeks suffused with a deep, dusky pink colour. Best of all, his mouth. Brendon didn't really have words to describe what he did with his mouth, but it got soft and wide and a little damp at the edges. In other words, Ryan Ross, angry? Was insanely hot.

They'd been arguing for form over this album since the start. Jon and Spencer almost seemed to expect it. After a few hours passed with nothing but polite conversation between Ryan and Brendon, Jon and Spencer would get these puzzled, almost hurt looks on their faces, and exchange not very subtle surprised glances. Last night, Brendon and Ryan went so far as to choreograph a few spats just to avoid having one of the other two come up to them and say in a low voice, "Hey, is everything ... you know ... okay?"

However, Ryan was pretty mad today all on his own, and it was actually Jon's fault. They'd decided to lay down the bass tracks this week and Jon, instead of being the tower of concentration and focus he usually was, spent most of his time futzing on his phone, getting messages every two minutes and grinning at them like a loon on holiday to loonville.

"I don't know how to get him to pay attention," Ryan groused. His hair was a mess of tiny curls at this point. "With you, all you have to do is yell enough times and hide the soda."

"You hide the soda?" Brendon's mouth dropped open. Ryan rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, I thought he and Cassie were on a break."

"Maybe they're back together. Properly, I mean," said Brendon. Ryan looked a little wistful.

"If they are, great. But does he have to do it on our time?"

Brendon stared at Ryan until he flushed and looked away, at which point Brendon pulled him into a body hug. He liked the way Ryan was just tall enough to fit his chin on Brendon's head.

Muffled by Ryan's faintly vanilla-smelling t-shirt, which made him want cupcakes, Brendon said, "We've done great work so far. We've laid down five tracks in three weeks. I think we can afford to take an afternoon off."

He felt rather than heard Ryan sigh, a soft rise and fall of warmth against Brendon's cheek. "You're right. Maybe we should all just hang out for the evening."

"Yeah! Hey, let's go to Madam Alexander's and get those crazy cupcakes with the icing." To his credit, Brendon didn't mention the inspiration behind the cupcake plan.

Ryan pulled away, smiling, and put a finger against Brendon's cheek. Just for a second. Brendon forgot to breathe. "I'll tell the guys," he said.

Brendon changed his mind. There was nothing hotter than Ryan Ross smiling, unless it was Ryan Ross smiling at you.

"This band is so gay." Jon shook his head, but he was smiling. He also had three different flavours of cupcakes on his plate, and one of them was pink. With marzipan hearts.

"Shut up, you love us." Brendon pulled a clump of sprinkles off his cupcake and threw them at Jon, who promptly ate them.

"Of course I do," he said. "Gay, remember? Hang on, I've gotta take a photo."

"I'm sure Cassie has seen a cupcake before." Ryan rolled his eyes. He was being extremely abstemious with his one blueberry cupcake, but they all knew Spencer had got a chocolate raisin one for Ryan to pick at and pretend he wasn't. Spencer hated raisins.

"It's not - I mean. Pose, Ross." Jon flipped open his phone and caught Ryan's nimble fingers pulling apart his cupcake, Brendon's face smeared with multicoloured sprinkles, and Spencer - whose heart wasn't really in sweet things - making a castle with the selection of mini-cupcakes he'd ordered. Jon then decided to make a video because - in his words - 'This is something the world should not miss.'

"Say hi to Cassie for me!" yelled Brendon down the tiny lens. "Or, wait, she'll be watching this. Hi, Cassie." He didn't notice Jon blushing, but he was surprised when Jon suddenly snapped the phone shut.

"I'm not sending this to Cassie," he said. "It's for Greta."

All three of them stared at him as one. Jon shuffled his feet and sunk down until his head was retracted into the neck of his hoodie like a sleepy turtle.

"Greta?" said Brendon stupidly. "Like, Greta Salpeter? Hushie Greta? Or another Greta we don't know?"

"Yeah, Greta from the Hushies," said Jon. "She demanded pictorial proof that Ross was actually eating a cupcake."

"Oh?" said Ryan. "Far be it from me to question her interest in my dining habits, but why does she care?"

"Well, I tell her stuff," mumbled Jon. "You know. About the band and - whatever. I mean, you know her, right?"

"Sure," said Ryan. "I don't regularly send her my breakfast menu, but she's cool."

Jon brightened up. "Yeah, she is," he said. "Totally cool. Oh man, guess what she said the other day? She was emailing me this vid -"

Brendon dropped his cupcake. "Oh my god, Jon Walker," he breathed, "you're totally in love with her!"

"I am not!" said Jon.

"Yeah, you kind of are," said Spencer. "Ross, take the goddamn raisin monstrosity off my plate before I throw it at you."

"We're just friends," said Jon, angrily flushed under his scruffy beard. "Besides, there's Cassie. We're just friends," he repeated.

Brendon just gave him a 'what am I, new?' look. He didn't pester Jon about it, though. The idea of Jon and Greta together was cute, but there was Cassie. Brendon glanced over at Ryan, who was rubbing his left ring finger with an absent expression.

He knew all about it.
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allyndra: LOLZallyndra on May 13th, 2009 05:12 pm (UTC)
I have love for your icon fic. Great and towering love, all out of proportion with the length. Jon and Greta are adorable, and so are Brendon and Ryan. ♥ My most favorite thing, though, is Spencer sneakily buying a cupcake for Ryan and yelling, "take the goddamn raisin monstrosity off my plate before I throw it at you."

*waves* I would like to take part in this meme, for it is awesome.

RE: nailpolish: When my dad got out of the military, he grew this ridiculous fu manchu moustache, just because he finally could. Red nailpoish is a far cuter expression of rebellion and relief.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: bands FOB + Ashleescoradh on May 13th, 2009 05:49 pm (UTC)
I have to agree with Spencer, though - who'd put raisins in cupcakes? Or in anything?!

Are you not allowed facial hair in the army? Ye gods! Hitler would've been out on his ear, so...

YOU HAVE MANY FANDOMS OMG. I MUCH APPROVE (except for the lack of Panic, missus, what's that about? :/)

I love this book so, so much and I was insanely disappointed when I finally ordered it and it didn't have this cover!

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Maple: Gretamaple_mahogany on May 13th, 2009 05:23 pm (UTC)
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: bands Hush Sound Greta + pianoscoradh on May 13th, 2009 05:29 pm (UTC)
lol, I am only afraid that when I inevitably write more I'll end up casting myself as Greta...
goddessrissgoddessriss on May 13th, 2009 08:29 pm (UTC)
Oh my goodness, I just read bandom and enjoyed it *faints* do you think it would be even better if I had a clue who they actually are? *wanders off to look at the links to the pretty*
Red nail varnish is just the thing. Unfortunately my nails look awful at the moment from a combination of too much housework and idleness when it comes to filing them. I chop them with scissors, badly, then wonder why my nails look like shit. ;-)
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Art: winter of discontentscoradh on May 13th, 2009 09:02 pm (UTC)

Both these journals are famous for extensive, funfilled picspamming. Just, y'know. Sayin'.

Jon is from Panic, Greta is from the Hush Sound. That is all you really need to know because once you're in, you'll find yourself googling them yourself.

Ha, mine are all bitten off in the name of exam stress. Peeling off nail varnish is a displacement activity for when I want to let them grow.

eta: am doofus, though you commented to other quickie fic. :/

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mrsquizzical: bandom hush sound greta pianomrsquizzical on May 13th, 2009 09:13 pm (UTC)
i really enjoyed that! jon and greta are adorable! ♥
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Art: Pretty facescoradh on May 13th, 2009 09:16 pm (UTC)
Thank you! It's not like I had to try too hard, with those two. :D
and that was the beginning of fairies: Jon Hoodnyx_nox on May 13th, 2009 10:29 pm (UTC)
Jon/Greta! I have the overwhelming urge to snuggle something. Also, a cupcake craving /o\
..sunk down until his head was retracted into the neck of his hoodie like a sleepy turtle. I ♥ this.

Wow, I mean. I'd be afraid she'd spit in my food, if I did that.
Dude, I know! I probably would have hid behind him at that point, just in case the aftermath was messy.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Art: Japanese bluescoradh on May 13th, 2009 10:33 pm (UTC)
They totally have that effect on me too!

Fortunately it was quite a young and shy girl (I know all the servers too well, as I live above the shop) and she didn't say anything. If it was one of the older ones we might've shared an eyeroll.
Pixiepixie_pan on May 14th, 2009 01:30 am (UTC)
I stumbled over here while avoiding writing my essay due in *checks* four and a half hours. AND OMG I'M SO GLAD I DID! The Jon/Greta is so cute!

every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Fashion: lift your hems from the grassscoradh on May 14th, 2009 10:07 am (UTC)
Thank you! Although tsk for it distracting you from vital essayingness. :D
Merit: BGretameritjubet on May 14th, 2009 01:50 am (UTC)
Jon/Greta is just so adorable (and Greta, Cosmo rots the soul). I like all of them but the one where she carefully angles her legs to most attractive position just reminds me of all the things you do when crushing on someone. Heh. Jon, there is a reason why awesome is so associated with him I suppose :) And Brendon is such the little tease when he wants Ryan to get angry (or smile).

I also liked the imagery of the Alice in Wonderland ficlet. Alice all grown up... and medicated.

Congratulations of being a scarlet woman now! :DD
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: halowrites: cocktail umbrellasscoradh on May 14th, 2009 10:10 am (UTC)
I flipped through ... Vanity Fair? Maybe? At the hairdresser's and it was pretty sickening. Jewellery for five grand and Elle McPherson claiming size 8 isn't skinny. jfc. I don't read magazines - at least, I haven't since I was a tween. Sugar was full of good advice about periods and STIs and stuff, actually.

She has suuuuuuuuuuch a crush on Jon. At least in this. I kind of picked him because he's the one I'd be least likely to crush on, so less chance of self-insertion (one hopes).

Thank you! Roll on May 28...
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oops: Jon breaks my heart on a day-to-day basioddishly on May 14th, 2009 02:09 am (UTC)
Oh my god. I love EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE, I don't know which one to talk about! Insightful!Brendon! Schoolboy-with-crush!Jon! RYAAAAAAAAAAAN!!

Also, the first one made me laugh in delight. And Jon/Greta! *loves*
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: 4 Weddingsscoradh on May 14th, 2009 10:13 am (UTC)
Also, the first one made me laugh in delight.

You sick puppy! There were MONSTERS following her! (Or perhaps I did not make that sufficiently clear. Um.)

I am so writing more of Jon/Greta, egads.
Starongiestarongie on May 14th, 2009 04:14 am (UTC)

No. Really. That's my father. I'm pretty sure lots and lots of his food has been spit in. It's embarrassing sometimes.

I love the 2end snippet. It's so pretty. And poor Alice! I envy her those dreams, I do. THAT SOUNDS LIKE A LOVELY MENTAL DISORDER OR FANTASY AND I WILL NOT OBJECT TO IT, REALLY.

Jon/Greta. Yes, yes I can get with that.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: halowrites: fairy light treescoradh on May 14th, 2009 10:17 am (UTC)
lol well, there is no tipping system here - I find it SO puzzling, you have no idea - but idek, man. The idea of flagging down a shop worker to help you, instead of being all humble and maybe clearing your throat? One of my lecturers said that Americans are better at putting themselves forward - on the wards and so on - because they are forced to do Show and Tell from an early age. The Irish elevate humble to an art form.

Trying to diagnose my own writing now, UM. She sound schizophrenic with a side of delirium, methinks. ;D

WHO CANNOT. SERIOUSLY. Not to pimp myself or anything, but SERIOUSLY.
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Blindmouse: Oh!blindmouse on May 14th, 2009 06:23 am (UTC)
Ohh! The mirror one is creepy and rather cool, but the Jon/Greta-Brendon/Ryan linked ficlets are so incredibly delightful <3

Only I kind of really want to pick another icon in the hopes that you would write a happy ending now. Like, I don't know, Jon and his bling or something. Er.

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every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Fashion: bead braceletsscoradh on May 14th, 2009 10:19 am (UTC)
Only I kind of really want to pick another icon in the hopes that you would write a happy ending now. Like, I don't know, Jon and his bling or something. Er.

FEAR NOT! I was so entranced by this format of prompting that I pondered ways of doing it without bugging people to choose icons and so on, and I hit on picking four pictures off the front page of Photobucket and writing about them. So. There will be blood! I mean, more. Sadly no one can stop me.
cleodoxacleodoxa on May 14th, 2009 09:38 am (UTC)
Well, now I'm all drawn in and want to know what happens next! I liked the Alice in Wonderland one too.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Art: bandsscoradh on May 14th, 2009 10:21 am (UTC)
As I was saying to Jarrah, wild horses could not stop me from picking more at this story. (Well ... possibly they could if they stomped on my laptop. But hopefully they will choose not to.)

I quite liked it too! It has nowhere to go but as a drabble, it WORKS.