Happy Labor Day!
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piecesof_reesesWell, it's September 7th somewhere in the world, right?
Man, this is pretty much the first time I've been able to get on the internet away from my parents. (/o\ I probably just gave away my age. Well, that's okay. My profile wasn't making a secret of it, anyway.)
My recession comedy/drama/whateverthefuck has reached the 10,000 word milestone, and I feel like that should be celebrated. Hopefully, it means that I'll actually finish it. With school looming in two days and my parents stalking my every move, that seems somewhat unlikely, but I will prevail! I just need a good theme song and a resourceful sidekick. :D
I'm willing to bet no one (except for my S.O.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chaoticallyclev) actually knows about my recession dramedy, because I've only mentioned it in passing on here all of one time. It's good! I mean, I hope so. Brendon/Spencer, which is a departure from my usual, but I'm crossing my fingers. Okay, I'm just rambling anxiously now. HERE, I will put a teaser snippet behind the cut. Enjoy?
Brendon salutes Spencer and walks away backwards, not wanting to be the one to break eye-contact. The decision’s taken out of his hands, though, when he collides with someone behind him.
“Shit!” Brendon says, stumbling slightly. “I’m sorry!”
“It’s all good, dude,” Cash says, smirking at him. “Enjoying the view?” He inclines his head towards the reception desk, where Spencer is bent over his computer again.
“You shut the fuck up,” Brendon mutters. When did his life get to the point where spotty little interns were mocking him regularly? Clearly, Brendon needs to make some significant changes. He looks backwards for a moment, and Spencer looks up at the same time. He smiles brilliantly, and Brendon blinks. Maybe those changes can wait until later.
Cash elbows him to get his attention again. “You fuckers are, like, middle school sweethearts, or something. All the blushing and stuttering with none of the alleviation of blue balls.” Cash leers lewdly.
“Oh my god, why are you still talking?” Brendon says. He really needs a Red Bull.
“Whatever, man, you know you appreciate my profound insights,” Cash says.
“Did DeLeon teach you those words?” Brendon asks bitchily.
Cash elbows him again, harder. “Man, I’m just gonna give you a free pass for that because of your blue balls. Did you hear about what happened with Chris? Most exciting thing that’s happened in months.”
Brendon eyes him. “Dude, Chris got laid off. He’s totally screwed in this economic climate!”
Cash gives him a shit-eating grin. “And everyone’s looking over their shoulders now. Man, am I happy to be an intern without a salary.”
“You’re a douche,” Brendon says, fondly.
“Born and bred,” Cash says proudly. “So, who do you thinks gonna be next? I’m totally putting my money one of the Way brothers. They never do anything except stand around and look creepy and shit. Also, I’m pretty positive none of them have ever taken a shower in their entire lives. Tarnishes the company image!”
“There’s a pool going now?” Brendon asks in disbelief.
“Eh. Kind of. Only between me, Ian, and the other interns, though. I asked others to join, but they didn’t seem too happy about the idea. Greta even slapped me, for some reason.”
“No way,” Brendon says.
“I know, right? Marshall is putting money on the Iero character. The dude’s got a bit of a temper problem, if you know what I mean. Didn’t he punch Pete’s lights out a couple months ago?”
“He did it for Gerard,” Brendon says absently, sitting down at his desk and pulling up the Photoshop to at least look productive. “Because of what happened between Mikey and Pete.”
“Oh, right.” Cash snickers. “This is the gayest office ever.”
“Didn’t you kiss DeLeon at the last office party?” Brendon asks, smirking.
Cash whips his head from the left and then to the right, comically. “Dude! How’d you hear about that? I mean! Nothing happened!”
“It was in front of the entire branch, man,” Brendon points out. “And we would have gotten the best porn since Gabe accidentally used the wrong flashdrive for that one presentation, but Marshall shoved both of you into the supply closet. And then you ran out screaming a few seconds later!”
“DeLeon stapled me! In my…” Cash trails off, looking haunted.
“He was falling down drunk, man!” Brendon’s full-out laughing now, bending over and clutching his sides. “I’m surprised he didn’t pass out while your tongue was still in his mouth.”
“Whatever,” Cash says, looking sulky. “Just watch. That’ll be you and Spencer next party.”
So, um, yeah. *twists fingers nervously* This is unbeta-ed, of course. And, you know, subject to change. I should stop backtracking. Um.
Have a good Labor Day! ♥
Man, this is pretty much the first time I've been able to get on the internet away from my parents. (/o\ I probably just gave away my age. Well, that's okay. My profile wasn't making a secret of it, anyway.)
My recession comedy/drama/whateverthefuck has reached the 10,000 word milestone, and I feel like that should be celebrated. Hopefully, it means that I'll actually finish it. With school looming in two days and my parents stalking my every move, that seems somewhat unlikely, but I will prevail! I just need a good theme song and a resourceful sidekick. :D
I'm willing to bet no one (except for my S.O.
chaoticallyclev) actually knows about my recession dramedy, because I've only mentioned it in passing on here all of one time. It's good! I mean, I hope so. Brendon/Spencer, which is a departure from my usual, but I'm crossing my fingers. Okay, I'm just rambling anxiously now. HERE, I will put a teaser snippet behind the cut. Enjoy?Brendon salutes Spencer and walks away backwards, not wanting to be the one to break eye-contact. The decision’s taken out of his hands, though, when he collides with someone behind him.
“Shit!” Brendon says, stumbling slightly. “I’m sorry!”
“It’s all good, dude,” Cash says, smirking at him. “Enjoying the view?” He inclines his head towards the reception desk, where Spencer is bent over his computer again.
“You shut the fuck up,” Brendon mutters. When did his life get to the point where spotty little interns were mocking him regularly? Clearly, Brendon needs to make some significant changes. He looks backwards for a moment, and Spencer looks up at the same time. He smiles brilliantly, and Brendon blinks. Maybe those changes can wait until later.
Cash elbows him to get his attention again. “You fuckers are, like, middle school sweethearts, or something. All the blushing and stuttering with none of the alleviation of blue balls.” Cash leers lewdly.
“Oh my god, why are you still talking?” Brendon says. He really needs a Red Bull.
“Whatever, man, you know you appreciate my profound insights,” Cash says.
“Did DeLeon teach you those words?” Brendon asks bitchily.
Cash elbows him again, harder. “Man, I’m just gonna give you a free pass for that because of your blue balls. Did you hear about what happened with Chris? Most exciting thing that’s happened in months.”
Brendon eyes him. “Dude, Chris got laid off. He’s totally screwed in this economic climate!”
Cash gives him a shit-eating grin. “And everyone’s looking over their shoulders now. Man, am I happy to be an intern without a salary.”
“You’re a douche,” Brendon says, fondly.
“Born and bred,” Cash says proudly. “So, who do you thinks gonna be next? I’m totally putting my money one of the Way brothers. They never do anything except stand around and look creepy and shit. Also, I’m pretty positive none of them have ever taken a shower in their entire lives. Tarnishes the company image!”
“There’s a pool going now?” Brendon asks in disbelief.
“Eh. Kind of. Only between me, Ian, and the other interns, though. I asked others to join, but they didn’t seem too happy about the idea. Greta even slapped me, for some reason.”
“No way,” Brendon says.
“I know, right? Marshall is putting money on the Iero character. The dude’s got a bit of a temper problem, if you know what I mean. Didn’t he punch Pete’s lights out a couple months ago?”
“He did it for Gerard,” Brendon says absently, sitting down at his desk and pulling up the Photoshop to at least look productive. “Because of what happened between Mikey and Pete.”
“Oh, right.” Cash snickers. “This is the gayest office ever.”
“Didn’t you kiss DeLeon at the last office party?” Brendon asks, smirking.
Cash whips his head from the left and then to the right, comically. “Dude! How’d you hear about that? I mean! Nothing happened!”
“It was in front of the entire branch, man,” Brendon points out. “And we would have gotten the best porn since Gabe accidentally used the wrong flashdrive for that one presentation, but Marshall shoved both of you into the supply closet. And then you ran out screaming a few seconds later!”
“DeLeon stapled me! In my…” Cash trails off, looking haunted.
“He was falling down drunk, man!” Brendon’s full-out laughing now, bending over and clutching his sides. “I’m surprised he didn’t pass out while your tongue was still in his mouth.”
“Whatever,” Cash says, looking sulky. “Just watch. That’ll be you and Spencer next party.”
So, um, yeah. *twists fingers nervously* This is unbeta-ed, of course. And, you know, subject to change. I should stop backtracking. Um.
Have a good Labor Day! ♥
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HI!
Date: 2009-09-07 11:15 pm (UTC)what's S.O. mean? why am i your S.O.? (also, why do i always fail at knowing what shit means?)
dude, technically, since i'm your beta, everything you post is unbeta-ed. since i kind of suck. :D ahaha.
*sigh* Cash... ahaha, "“Did DeLeon teach you those words?”
alos, hi, hi, hi! I have returned! I smell of juniper and an old dusty not-quite-mobile home, my hair's really sick and oily since i hasn't been washed since friday, and i have a headache, but i'm back!
Re: HI!
Date: 2009-09-21 11:37 pm (UTC)S.O. means significant other, duuude. i dunno why you always fail. :D!
Re: HI!
Date: 2009-09-26 06:03 pm (UTC)It's because I sing the blues and swallow them too. distorts your brain, that.