STRANGER IN THE SKY
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2minsforslashingTitle: Stranger in the Sky
Fandom: NHL > Boston Bruins
Characters: Andrew Alberts/Andrew Ference (Alberts' POV)
Word Count: 1,506
Rating: PG13.
Author's Note: To![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
neekbreek again, since she got me writing Andy2. ILY, EIN!
Ask me again
How gameshow season never ends
The same old reason I won't win
Suspended in this animation
I could use a new vacation
Aimlessly the nameless and the faceless go to make up
I glanced at the window of the apartment we shared in Boston and chuckled as I heard Fare yelling at the TV in the background. Usually, when we yelled at the TV, it was because we were watching hockey. But once a week, after he TiVOed Supernatural and would watch it. Would tell the Brother's Winchester what to do and what not to do. An it was hilarious. I poked my head in from the kitchen and watched for a second as he stared at this creepy looking kid, making her way over to hug her suspicious mother, and Andy's reaction, I had to say, was nothing short of adorable. He was screaming at the mother to go with her gut, telling her 'no, don't hug your kid, she is evil!' And when the hug actually happened, he leapt up off the couch and shouted obscenities at the woman. And I had to laugh.
I walked back into the room with the large bowl of popcorn in my hands and set it on the table between the two cans of Newcastle Brown, and took my seat back. “You know they can't hear you, right?” I asked with a grin, which only grew when he shot me an annoyed glance. “Well, I'm just saying...all this stuff has already been filmed and...”
“Albe, you don't even know what these guys have been through, man!” he scoffed and crossed his arms. And for a second, I found it hard to remember that he was a couple years older than I was. “You know, the taller one? The younger one? He was killed at the end of last season, but the shorter one, his brother traded his soul for his life and...” he was still looking at me, and the amusement must have been evident on my face. “What?”
I shook my head and grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl. “You realize that this is fiction, right, Fare? Like, Sam and Dean Winchester aren't even real people?” I asked as I caught a sharp glare from him. “Well! You're acting like Sam is going to jump out of the TV screen and, like, save you from a ghost or something...” I said, looking back at the TV. Not that it would be an entirely bad thing to have the three of them in the same room...I mused inwardly as I saw Jared Padalecki walk past Jensen Ackles. Andrew Ference and those two in the same room? I really wouldn't know what to do with myself.
He looked like someone had just tried to feed him a spoonful of something disgusting. And, something about the look on his face...I couldn't help it. I just...started laughing. And I couldn't stop. For about two minutes, I just laughed. I heard Andy keep asking me why. What was so damned funny. Telling me to stop. But I couldn't. It was so damned cute. I laughed...uncontrollably, until I felt a piece of popcorn hit me in the side of the head. And then, I raised my head slowly and turned toward him. “You really don't wanna open that can of worms, Fare.”
“I really do, Albe...” I saw the look on Andy's face, and I had to admit, for about a half second, I was nervous. But that went away quickly, as another piece of popcorn hit me in the side of the head. And with that, it began. I grabbed the entire bowl of popcorn and flung it in Andy's direction, and once it hit, I saw him sitting there, stunned.
And once again, I started laughing. “Popcorn's a good look for you, Fare...” I said with a smirk, watching carefully to see his next move. I saw his hand go for—the, “...oh shit...” I whispered as I saw the top come off the can of spray cheese that we'd feasted on earlier. “You wouldn't...” I stood up immediately when I saw him shaking the can, and flew to the kitchen, top speed, to search for something—anything, really...to retaliate with. And just as soon as my hand hit the bottle of chocolate sauce, I felt the back of my shirt being tugged on, and my entire back was covered in spray cheese. I arched my back and whirled around, uncapping the chocolate sauce and staring at Andy with an evil (at least I was pretty sure it was evil) smirk on my face.
“Oh. Fuck...” his eyes were about as wide as saucers, and he took off in a dash for the living room, thinking that I wouldn't follow him. But, oh, he was so wrong. I hurried out of the kitchen, feeling some of the cheese, which was on it's way to melting, drip off of my back, and down into my jeans. And that just fueled me even more. I aimed the bottle of chocolate sauce at him as he tried to dive over behind the couch, and hit him square in the white shirt. And I leapt over the couch, and over him, and squeezed the chocolate sauce all over him, and watched as he stood up, with his hands in the air. “Okay, okay, we're even, don't you think?” he asked, showing me a somewhat pleading glance.
“I have CHEESE in my PANTS!” I hollered, trying to keep a smile in my eyes, so he wouldn't think that I was actually mad at him. He came back with an innocent, 'so?,' and I narrowed my eyes and repeated myself. As if I had to. “I have CHEESE in my PANTS, Fare!” I pouted. And he smirked at me. And that was the final straw. I lunged at him, and we went toppling over the back of the couch and hit the cushions harshly. We wrestled like childhood friends for a second, pinning and shoving, trying to get in fake cheap shots which were never intended to hurt, and I obviously had about six inches and thirty pounds on him, so I had an advantage. Until, that is, I felt his fingers tickle at my sides, and I practically leapt up off of him.
And in a moment of being off my guard, I felt him take advantage. He grabbed hold of my shoulders and wrestled me down to the couch, and the wrestling began again. Though he was so much shorter and weighed so much less, that didn't make a difference. He could tackle and wrestle about as good as any of my childhood friends could. Probably better. Until he got tired, that is. And when he got tired, he practically collapsed down onto me. Not the floor. Not anything else. Me. His knees straddled my hips, and his head rested on my shoulder. It seemed...innocent, but...God, at the same time, it didn't feel that way.
He put his hands down on the couch, I could only assume to try and get up, but apparently, his arms were more tired than he'd thought they were, as they seemingly gave way without warning, and he collapsed back onto me, barely stopping his head from crashing into mine. But...the way it ended up, he was...god. He was so close to my lips. I could feel his breath on my face, and I could...almost...taste the...bit of chocolate that was on his lips, mixing with his distinct flavor, which in itself, I wanted to know. Taking a second to stare into his eyes, I couldn't help but bring my face...a little closer.
Only...he did at the same time. And...our lips touched. I closed my eyes into the innocent, lip to lip touch that we shared, but...all too quickly realized what was happening. And I pulled away, wiggling out from underneath him. I felt the heat rising to my cheeks, as well as focusing to...another area, and cleared my throat, trying to play it off like I hadn't just kissed a teammate. A male. A...fuck, what the hell had just happened? “I...um...I'm gonna...uh...turn in or something...” I said, hearing my voice crack and turning even redder. God, my voice hadn't cracked since I was in high-school. What...in the hell was happening?
I didn't even wait for Fare to respond, just hurried into the bathroom in my room and locked the door behind me, leaning against the door and gently hitting my head against it. What in the hell was going on? What I was incapable of understanding was how someone could breeze into town and make me doubt something that I'd been sure of all my life. I had tried to comprehend how Andrew Ference could just, sweep into my life from Calgary, and make me wonder. About me. About how...I wanted to live my life. About...who I was. But I didn't get it. God, there were so many questions now, and no matter how hard I looked, I didn't know where the answers were.
Tell me I'm not spending too much time on happy endings
And my life does not rely on how much love you might be lending me
Above there's so much I'm depending on, remembering more instead of war with me, myself and I;
I'm headed for the stranger in the sky
Fandom: NHL > Boston Bruins
Characters: Andrew Alberts/Andrew Ference (Alberts' POV)
Word Count: 1,506
Rating: PG13.
Author's Note: To
neekbreek again, since she got me writing Andy2. ILY, EIN!How gameshow season never ends
The same old reason I won't win
Suspended in this animation
I could use a new vacation
Aimlessly the nameless and the faceless go to make up
I glanced at the window of the apartment we shared in Boston and chuckled as I heard Fare yelling at the TV in the background. Usually, when we yelled at the TV, it was because we were watching hockey. But once a week, after he TiVOed Supernatural and would watch it. Would tell the Brother's Winchester what to do and what not to do. An it was hilarious. I poked my head in from the kitchen and watched for a second as he stared at this creepy looking kid, making her way over to hug her suspicious mother, and Andy's reaction, I had to say, was nothing short of adorable. He was screaming at the mother to go with her gut, telling her 'no, don't hug your kid, she is evil!' And when the hug actually happened, he leapt up off the couch and shouted obscenities at the woman. And I had to laugh.
I walked back into the room with the large bowl of popcorn in my hands and set it on the table between the two cans of Newcastle Brown, and took my seat back. “You know they can't hear you, right?” I asked with a grin, which only grew when he shot me an annoyed glance. “Well, I'm just saying...all this stuff has already been filmed and...”
“Albe, you don't even know what these guys have been through, man!” he scoffed and crossed his arms. And for a second, I found it hard to remember that he was a couple years older than I was. “You know, the taller one? The younger one? He was killed at the end of last season, but the shorter one, his brother traded his soul for his life and...” he was still looking at me, and the amusement must have been evident on my face. “What?”
I shook my head and grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl. “You realize that this is fiction, right, Fare? Like, Sam and Dean Winchester aren't even real people?” I asked as I caught a sharp glare from him. “Well! You're acting like Sam is going to jump out of the TV screen and, like, save you from a ghost or something...” I said, looking back at the TV. Not that it would be an entirely bad thing to have the three of them in the same room...I mused inwardly as I saw Jared Padalecki walk past Jensen Ackles. Andrew Ference and those two in the same room? I really wouldn't know what to do with myself.
He looked like someone had just tried to feed him a spoonful of something disgusting. And, something about the look on his face...I couldn't help it. I just...started laughing. And I couldn't stop. For about two minutes, I just laughed. I heard Andy keep asking me why. What was so damned funny. Telling me to stop. But I couldn't. It was so damned cute. I laughed...uncontrollably, until I felt a piece of popcorn hit me in the side of the head. And then, I raised my head slowly and turned toward him. “You really don't wanna open that can of worms, Fare.”
“I really do, Albe...” I saw the look on Andy's face, and I had to admit, for about a half second, I was nervous. But that went away quickly, as another piece of popcorn hit me in the side of the head. And with that, it began. I grabbed the entire bowl of popcorn and flung it in Andy's direction, and once it hit, I saw him sitting there, stunned.
And once again, I started laughing. “Popcorn's a good look for you, Fare...” I said with a smirk, watching carefully to see his next move. I saw his hand go for—the, “...oh shit...” I whispered as I saw the top come off the can of spray cheese that we'd feasted on earlier. “You wouldn't...” I stood up immediately when I saw him shaking the can, and flew to the kitchen, top speed, to search for something—anything, really...to retaliate with. And just as soon as my hand hit the bottle of chocolate sauce, I felt the back of my shirt being tugged on, and my entire back was covered in spray cheese. I arched my back and whirled around, uncapping the chocolate sauce and staring at Andy with an evil (at least I was pretty sure it was evil) smirk on my face.
“Oh. Fuck...” his eyes were about as wide as saucers, and he took off in a dash for the living room, thinking that I wouldn't follow him. But, oh, he was so wrong. I hurried out of the kitchen, feeling some of the cheese, which was on it's way to melting, drip off of my back, and down into my jeans. And that just fueled me even more. I aimed the bottle of chocolate sauce at him as he tried to dive over behind the couch, and hit him square in the white shirt. And I leapt over the couch, and over him, and squeezed the chocolate sauce all over him, and watched as he stood up, with his hands in the air. “Okay, okay, we're even, don't you think?” he asked, showing me a somewhat pleading glance.
“I have CHEESE in my PANTS!” I hollered, trying to keep a smile in my eyes, so he wouldn't think that I was actually mad at him. He came back with an innocent, 'so?,' and I narrowed my eyes and repeated myself. As if I had to. “I have CHEESE in my PANTS, Fare!” I pouted. And he smirked at me. And that was the final straw. I lunged at him, and we went toppling over the back of the couch and hit the cushions harshly. We wrestled like childhood friends for a second, pinning and shoving, trying to get in fake cheap shots which were never intended to hurt, and I obviously had about six inches and thirty pounds on him, so I had an advantage. Until, that is, I felt his fingers tickle at my sides, and I practically leapt up off of him.
And in a moment of being off my guard, I felt him take advantage. He grabbed hold of my shoulders and wrestled me down to the couch, and the wrestling began again. Though he was so much shorter and weighed so much less, that didn't make a difference. He could tackle and wrestle about as good as any of my childhood friends could. Probably better. Until he got tired, that is. And when he got tired, he practically collapsed down onto me. Not the floor. Not anything else. Me. His knees straddled my hips, and his head rested on my shoulder. It seemed...innocent, but...God, at the same time, it didn't feel that way.
He put his hands down on the couch, I could only assume to try and get up, but apparently, his arms were more tired than he'd thought they were, as they seemingly gave way without warning, and he collapsed back onto me, barely stopping his head from crashing into mine. But...the way it ended up, he was...god. He was so close to my lips. I could feel his breath on my face, and I could...almost...taste the...bit of chocolate that was on his lips, mixing with his distinct flavor, which in itself, I wanted to know. Taking a second to stare into his eyes, I couldn't help but bring my face...a little closer.
Only...he did at the same time. And...our lips touched. I closed my eyes into the innocent, lip to lip touch that we shared, but...all too quickly realized what was happening. And I pulled away, wiggling out from underneath him. I felt the heat rising to my cheeks, as well as focusing to...another area, and cleared my throat, trying to play it off like I hadn't just kissed a teammate. A male. A...fuck, what the hell had just happened? “I...um...I'm gonna...uh...turn in or something...” I said, hearing my voice crack and turning even redder. God, my voice hadn't cracked since I was in high-school. What...in the hell was happening?
I didn't even wait for Fare to respond, just hurried into the bathroom in my room and locked the door behind me, leaning against the door and gently hitting my head against it. What in the hell was going on? What I was incapable of understanding was how someone could breeze into town and make me doubt something that I'd been sure of all my life. I had tried to comprehend how Andrew Ference could just, sweep into my life from Calgary, and make me wonder. About me. About how...I wanted to live my life. About...who I was. But I didn't get it. God, there were so many questions now, and no matter how hard I looked, I didn't know where the answers were.
And my life does not rely on how much love you might be lending me
Above there's so much I'm depending on, remembering more instead of war with me, myself and I;
I'm headed for the stranger in the sky
lyrics by Jason Mraz
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Date: 2007-10-24 12:32 am (UTC)LMAO
Omg.
I had tried to comprehend how Andrew Ference could just, sweep into my life from Calgary, and make me wonder.
BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT HE DOES, ALBY!
Ooomggg. Moar.
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Date: 2007-10-24 12:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-24 12:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-24 12:39 am (UTC)The world would implode.
And it would be sexah.
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Date: 2007-10-24 12:34 am (UTC)He does do that, doesn't he? ;) Poor confused Alby.
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Date: 2007-10-24 12:37 am (UTC)Aww Albeh. *pets him* In time, my child, you will succumb to the smexy wonders of Andeh Ference. ♥
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Date: 2007-10-24 01:05 am (UTC)This is awesome, keep writing more.
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Date: 2007-10-24 01:12 am (UTC)Thanks, Em! XD
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Date: 2007-10-24 04:10 am (UTC)Really, how could ANYONE resist when he's on top of them???
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Date: 2007-10-24 04:20 am (UTC)Definitely not an easy task. All covered in chocolate, too? Guh.
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Date: 2007-10-24 07:11 pm (UTC)Oh they are so cute. I was gonna say innocent, but hah. Hardly for long. ;)
Loves it. <3
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Date: 2007-10-24 07:25 pm (UTC)Thank you. <3