sablestardust | (no subject)

muhahahaha, I will have a convert to the bandslash side yet! A totally spoiled one who'll mooch off of me for all the goodfic recs, but a convert non-the-less, and hey, maybe I'll get her to my other fandoms. But...not the HP fandom...not without me to...hide her from the horrors.

Anyway, I did the whole fanfiction thing again, maybe this one will leave the safe confines of my personal journal, I make no promises though.

Title: Untitiled
Author: me, <lj user= stardustonsable>
Rating: erm...PG (god, this rating thing is hard)
Pairing: hee, Gen, or Jon/Spencer preslash, and Ryan/Brendon if you want to squint and tilt your head to the left
POV: ...hm, its bad that I don't know this. 3rd, limited particapant, Jon's ^_^
Summary: An interview gone wrong.
Disclaimer: Psh, its not real, though it could so happen.
Warnings: this was written/thought up while making tacos and singing Coheed and Cambria's "The Light and the Glass" loudly, and badly. You have been warned. Oh, and its only 450 words

“Coheed and Cambria?” Ryan asks again and Jon has to work to stifle his laughter; like he’d been doing for the past half-hour, since they’d left the radio station. It had been a run-of-the-mill interview until the last question. ‘Who was their most recent band crush?’

He’d looked down, avoiding Spencer’s eyes and Ryan, in a bitchier mood than usual had given the question to Brendon. Who’d happily answered—

“Coheed and Cambria?” Ryan asks again, and Jon wonders when he’ll cross the line between panicked and down-right shrill.

“Yes, Ryan.” Spencer says dryly, flipping the page of his latest gossip magazine, “We’ve established that Brendon announced his crush on the entire band Coheed and Cambria.”

“I thought they meant who’s music I’d gotten into recently.” Brendon protested miserably.

“Do you know what this is going to do to our fans?” Ryan asks, one hand pressed to his temple.

“Make them go check out the new Coheed and Cambria cd?” Brendon suggests.

“Our fan base is screaming preteens. That music would scare them.” Ryan answers tiredly.

“Actually,” Jon interjects, his laughter mostly under control. “the preteens are just the…”

“Loudest?” Brendon suggests

“Craziest?” Ryan offers

“Most likely to rip us to shreds?” Spencer throws in from behind his magazine.

“erm, actually I was gonna say most visible. Hey, maybe we could like…meet the guys and explain to tehm that Brandon’s not in love with any of them.”

“Really?” Brendon asks, his misery dissolved. “ that’d be awesome.” He grins and hops into Jon’s lap. “See? This is why you’re my favorite.”

Spencer snorts.

Ryan whimpers, “What will the Coheed fans do to us? What if we do meet them? That one guy’s ‘fro looks like it weighs more than Brendon!”

Jon fights hard but the image of Brendon being eaten by Coheed’s lead singer’s ‘fro forces out a throaty laughgroanmoan sound that he can’t reign in.

Spencer looks up from his magazine with dark eyes for a split second and wow, that’s new. He files away the look to e dissected later that night and returns to the fray.

It is decided that Brendon will send a smiley-free e-mail to Coheed and Camrbia explaing his lack of romantic feelings for any of the band members and then they’d hope it all blew over, or that no one heard the interview.

William sends Jon a folder of tracks for all of Coheed and Cambria’s cds that night with a message to Brendon about how well he understood impossible interband love and that oh, Travie says hi. Jon forwards it and can hear Ryan’s whimpers and Brendon’s excited chatter a room away. Spencer just gives him an amused look and returns to his magazine.