I'm spamming you here because it's convenient and I really should have mentioned this last night when I was nearly choking with laughter.
Brendon peeks up at Gerard, who's giving him a thoroughly confused look. He pouts, and lolls his head back on Gerard's shoulder despondently. "You don't understand my pain. My deep, sensitive man-pain. I have to go write some very moving song lyrics now. I might draw sad pictures on my face. You don't know."
"Shut up," Gerard says, though Brendon can feel his shoulders starting to shake with laughter as he starts trying to push Brendon of of him. "Oh my god, fucking shut up, that's it, I'm never sharing anything with anyone ever again."
"You're a rock! You're an i-i-i-island!" Brendon retaliates, lifting his head up enough to give Gerard a wide grin. He clings like a limpet, not letting Gerard shrug him off, grabbing onto his flailing arms and tugging them back around himself. "Islands can cuddle, what the fuck."
"You've taken my poor fragile feelings and crushed them. Like, like eggshells," Gerard tells him matter-of-factly, obviously attempting to hide his smile.
"Sad eggshells. Eggshells that have had the egg sucked out of them, so now they're hollow," Brendon adds cheerfully.
"Seriously, I'm like. I'm fucking broken on the inside now. Awesome."
OH. MY. GOD. GERARD. JUST. Accuracy. That's really all I can say about this. Accuracy.
Bonus points for the Simon and Garfunkel reference, especially since me and Ange use the exact same song to convey our SUPER-ADULT EMOTIONS at each other. A ROCK FEELS NO PAIN. AND AN ISLAND NEVER CRIIIIIIES
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Re: Okay. Here we go. Also, HAHAHA I HIT THE COMMENT LIMIT LULZ. So, PART ONE.
Date: 2010-12-24 10:42 pm (UTC)Brendon peeks up at Gerard, who's giving him a thoroughly confused look. He pouts, and lolls his head back on Gerard's shoulder despondently. "You don't understand my pain. My deep, sensitive man-pain. I have to go write some very moving song lyrics now. I might draw sad pictures on my face. You don't know."
"Shut up," Gerard says, though Brendon can feel his shoulders starting to shake with laughter as he starts trying to push Brendon of of him. "Oh my god, fucking shut up, that's it, I'm never sharing anything with anyone ever again."
"You're a rock! You're an i-i-i-island!" Brendon retaliates, lifting his head up enough to give Gerard a wide grin. He clings like a limpet, not letting Gerard shrug him off, grabbing onto his flailing arms and tugging them back around himself. "Islands can cuddle, what the fuck."
"You've taken my poor fragile feelings and crushed them. Like, like eggshells," Gerard tells him matter-of-factly, obviously attempting to hide his smile.
"Sad eggshells. Eggshells that have had the egg sucked out of them, so now they're hollow," Brendon adds cheerfully.
"Seriously, I'm like. I'm fucking broken on the inside now. Awesome."
OH. MY. GOD. GERARD. JUST.
Accuracy.
That's really all I can say about this.
Accuracy.
Bonus points for the Simon and Garfunkel reference, especially since me and Ange use the exact same song to convey our SUPER-ADULT EMOTIONS at each other.
A ROCK FEELS NO PAIN. AND AN ISLAND NEVER CRIIIIIIES