I love them A LOT, man. It' stunning to watch them land, and we were sitting about 50 meters away from where they were touching down. And there was a sunset. Ridiculously beautiful.
Also, this is Paramore!cuddling. SORRY.
Bob's up so early. Too early. But there were noises in the walls, and he's barely slept at all. He's beginning to think--maybe they shouldn't have come here.
He glares at the coffee maker until it finally gives him a pot with a vengeful hiss (even the appliances here--it should be funny, but it's not) and then someone walks into the kitchen behind him.
"Bob," Mikey says, and Bob turns to face him. He can't keep back a dismayed sound--Mikey's pale, paler than usual, and he's shaking.
"What's up, Mikeyway?" he says, keeping his voice level and calm, his eyes on Mikey's face.
"Couldn't sleep, couldn't fucking sleep. There was this light--" Mikey makes a gesture that can mean anything, and Bob just feels cold.
"Didn't sleep at all?"
Mikey shakes his head.
"Then let's go sit on the couch, Mikey, okay? We're just gonna go into the living room and sit on the couch, it'll be awesome."
Bob keeps up the chattering until they get to the couch, when he, telegraphing his every move clearly, gently grasps Mikey's wrist and tugs him down to sit. Bob sits at one end of the couch and puts one hand on Mikey's shoulder.
"Come on," he says, "Lie down for a bit, head on my lap like on Warped, okay? Remember, that day when we hadn't slept and had to wait forever to go on because of tech issues?" Mikey nods and then shakes his head.
"I can't go to sleep," he says, "What if they come when I'm sleeping, what if--"
Bob shakes his head. "I'll stay awake, I promise. I'll stay awake and watch." He looks at Mikey really hard so he knows Bob means it, and then Mikey does lie down, curling up as best he can and closes his eyes.
Bob sits there for the next six hours until his band comes down, hand carefully stroking Mikey's hair, and watches. The house stays quiet.
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Date: 2009-08-25 04:50 pm (UTC)Also, this is Paramore!cuddling. SORRY.
Bob's up so early. Too early. But there were noises in the walls, and he's barely slept at all. He's beginning to think--maybe they shouldn't have come here.
He glares at the coffee maker until it finally gives him a pot with a vengeful hiss (even the appliances here--it should be funny, but it's not) and then someone walks into the kitchen behind him.
"Bob," Mikey says, and Bob turns to face him. He can't keep back a dismayed sound--Mikey's pale, paler than usual, and he's shaking.
"What's up, Mikeyway?" he says, keeping his voice level and calm, his eyes on Mikey's face.
"Couldn't sleep, couldn't fucking sleep. There was this light--" Mikey makes a gesture that can mean anything, and Bob just feels cold.
"Didn't sleep at all?"
Mikey shakes his head.
"Then let's go sit on the couch, Mikey, okay? We're just gonna go into the living room and sit on the couch, it'll be awesome."
Bob keeps up the chattering until they get to the couch, when he, telegraphing his every move clearly, gently grasps Mikey's wrist and tugs him down to sit. Bob sits at one end of the couch and puts one hand on Mikey's shoulder.
"Come on," he says, "Lie down for a bit, head on my lap like on Warped, okay? Remember, that day when we hadn't slept and had to wait forever to go on because of tech issues?" Mikey nods and then shakes his head.
"I can't go to sleep," he says, "What if they come when I'm sleeping, what if--"
Bob shakes his head. "I'll stay awake, I promise. I'll stay awake and watch." He looks at Mikey really hard so he knows Bob means it, and then Mikey does lie down, curling up as best he can and closes his eyes.
Bob sits there for the next six hours until his band comes down, hand carefully stroking Mikey's hair, and watches. The house stays quiet.