Jesus Christ (
forallyoucare) wrote2017-01-10 12:08 pm
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JC wasn’t sure when the voices started. They popped up here or there in his childhood, usually egging him on to do something dangerous. His mum use to say that he was playing with an imaginary friend, but the voice was never a solid thing to run down to the corner shop with or to throw sticks in the river with when the other boys in the neighborhood thought he was too weird or creepy to hang around with. The voice never stuck around either so JC couldn’t exactly blame it. And he sounded mad when he did.
After a rather detrimental and insistent period in his teenage years, culminating in one very big adventure that nearly gave his parents a heart attack when the voice demanded that he go all the way to the city for a few days without telling anyone, it disappeared for a long, long time.
But that sweet, familiar persistence came back again one afternoon where they were just leaving a coffee house after a small after-concert rally with the Twelve, or while he was showing Andrew a cat video that one of their online supporters tweeted him, or when he was by himself in the woods looking up at the sun through the sky-- He didn’t know when it started but it was back again and it was itching at his skull like sand stuck behind his eyes.
All he knew was that they needed to start reaching more people. Facebook and Twitter were fine. Tumblr worked. The new Youtube channel seemed to be doing all right but the coffee shops in small towns around their home base? The venues were just too small. They needed to travel, together. All of them.
That’s when he went to Judas with his idea. Err…the voice’s idea. “What if we rented and RV and traveled? We could book gigs everywhere!”
After a rather detrimental and insistent period in his teenage years, culminating in one very big adventure that nearly gave his parents a heart attack when the voice demanded that he go all the way to the city for a few days without telling anyone, it disappeared for a long, long time.
But that sweet, familiar persistence came back again one afternoon where they were just leaving a coffee house after a small after-concert rally with the Twelve, or while he was showing Andrew a cat video that one of their online supporters tweeted him, or when he was by himself in the woods looking up at the sun through the sky-- He didn’t know when it started but it was back again and it was itching at his skull like sand stuck behind his eyes.
All he knew was that they needed to start reaching more people. Facebook and Twitter were fine. Tumblr worked. The new Youtube channel seemed to be doing all right but the coffee shops in small towns around their home base? The venues were just too small. They needed to travel, together. All of them.
That’s when he went to Judas with his idea. Err…the voice’s idea. “What if we rented and RV and traveled? We could book gigs everywhere!”
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"We're not fancy people," he pointed out, leaning on the side arm of the chair. His chin rested on his palm. "Mum told me about this place dad used to take her. It's Indian. You like curry, right?" Judas might want to pull his hair up some so he didn't dip his dreads in his curry and maybe trim up the beard but JC wasn't going out of his way to make him uncomfortable.
He lightly patted the arm of the chair before he pulled himself out of the chair and headed for the bus to take a look at what Andrew had done mocking up the drawings so they could order materials. Simon wasted no time filling JC's spot.
"Kiss and make up?"
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Peter was unbelievably relieved. He was grinning brightly now as he ate, that unhappy pit in his stomach all better and leaving him all but boucing. He watched Simon walk over to talk to Judas and bit the inside of his lip. Was Simon after Judas? No, no. He shook his head. That was stupid.
Judas, however, snorted at Simon when the other spoke up. "Guess so." He eyed the blond briefly, then past him, raised an eyebrow at the expression Peter was blankly giving at Simon, but decided to say nothing. Huh. Interesting. "It's not like we ever fight for long."
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Right up Judas' alley, right? The man was like...hot for charity. And maybe Simon was trying to stoke that up a bit. Just a little bit. He'd gotten it into his head that he and Judas could have a little fun again since it had been a long time for them, and while the ginger wasn't too into the hardcore stuff, his skin was incredibly soft for a man and Simon wanted to enjoy it.
"So what are you doing tonight?"
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"Tonight?" he scratched his chin, thinking about it. "Nothing in particular. Why?" He raised an eyebrow at the other, questioning him. Did Simon have plans? Maybe it wouldn't be a bad night to go out and enjoy himself. A little.
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"Club?" He waggled his eyebrows at Judas suggestively. "I haven't been back to the old stomping grounds in Galilee in forever and I know you could use a night out. Your whole body is practically screaming for it," he teased.
It was just after six now. The sun would be down in an hour, but clubs weren't for the early birds.
"Say around eleven? I'll come get you on my bike. I'll bring an extra helmet." Of course, he didn't realize what that might do to Peter who would absolutely see him swinging by for Judas.
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"I'll even try to look good for you." His smirk and tone suggested he knew damn well he always looked good.
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"God, I hope so. I'm on the pull tonight," Simon laughed, hand on Judas' knee before he got up. Evidently, he was on the pull for something very particular indeed. Someone with dreads and bright, pale eyes and who was maybe a little on the Grungy, post modern rock side.
He gave Judas a wink as he left, snagging another pizza box back on the way to Peter. He thought about asking him out a few times, just as friends to the club, but ha!
Impossible. Peter would turn him down. Or worse. Go with. He couldn't babysit his pretty rear and get himself laid at the same time!
"Petey. Pizza up. You're too thin."
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Peter, who saw that touch, felt his throat close up. Simon couldn't- he barely heard his friend when Simon returned, and instead, just got up and walked away, knowing he would say something so stupid if he stayed. If he just had the courage to say something- then what? What would be the point? Simon would turn him down flat. He laughed at himself, an unhappy sort of laugh. Why was he torturing himself with this?
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He spotted Peter a little while later, leaving the yard in front of the garage, and he cut off what he was saying to Bart to fall into step with his little Scottish friend.
"Want a ride home?" He asked with a sort of side-eye, not really able to read Peter well at all. He looked sad, though. Of all people on this Earth, Peter should be the last person to look sad. Ever.
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Peter, one hand around the backpack strap ready to hoof it home, looked to Simon at the sudden offer. He looked off to the side, wanting to say yes so badly (he could curl his arms around Simon and just hold tight for a few minutes) but it didn't help how he was immediately feeling. Still, if he didn't take it, Simon would know that he was a lot more upset than he wanted right now!
"Uh, sure," he said after a moment or two, even though the light wasn't quite back to his eyes despite the small smile. "Thanks, Simon."
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He ended up not going to the house Peter shared with Judas, John and James, but instead to the Starbucks on the corner. It was a little too high profile for him, a little too conformist, but he really liked their frappacinos and McDonald's attempt to craft them was poor and technically, just as corporate. He turned to look over his leather clad shoulder at the youngest of the Twelve.
"Can I get you a coffee, Pete? You need some sugar. Your spirits are bringing us all down."
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He peered at Simon, blinking, then chewed his lip before shrugging. "Sure." This was... not what he was expecting. He loved spending time with Simon, and alone for once!, but this felt like salt on his little self-made wounds. But he could manage, right?
He climbed off, giving the cycle a pat.
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Simon didn't hold the door for Peter, he didn't order for him either, just sort of pointing over his shoulder for the kid to give the barista his order. He paid with a phone app, prepaid by one of his old clients who had leant him his card once and never asked for it back. The man still topped it off when it went low, probably with some auto reload thing. Simon didn't complain. It was just nice to get a fancy coffee on some other dude's dime every once in awhile.
They sat at a counter upstairs, side by side, once their orders were up and the sugar cookies Simon had gotten from the case were out of the little to go bags handed over with their receipt. He didn't take off his leather jacket as he hooked an elbow over the back of the chair and looked down at his bike and the rest of the small city passing below.
"We never do this," Simon was saying, mostly to himself as he broke off a piece of the cookie to chew on, looking thoughtfully at Peter. "So weird. You're the only Starbucks type in the group too."
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"Hey, Simon? ...Why do you stay with us?" Peter turned his head to look at Simon, trying to understand him by watching those beautiful eyes and expressive face.
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He was halfway done his drink when Peter spoke again, and this time, it made Simon laugh.
"I got the call, same as you guys." John called it that, the call. Meeting JC had been like a breath of fresh air to a plant that didn't know it was dying. And following him? Well, Simon wasn't sure he had a choice. "He saved me. From myself. I mean, it wasn't as dramatic as how he saved Judas but he made me see that there was a better way. I'd never leave him now."
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"Not the same as me," Peter pointed out, not looking up. Sometimes he felt like he had messed up by not getting saved in the same way as the others, though he knew exactly what they meant. Meeting JC for the first time had been something else, something like light coming into his life. Simon... Simon had been the one to save him, as far as he was concerned. He brought up a hand and brushed the only remainder of that night, the small scar near his hairline.
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Most people probably wouldn't agree, though.Kicking people in the head? Not a cool move.
He turned to face Peter, elbow on the counter and one leg propping his boot on a rung of Peter's stool. Their legs nearly brushed, but the heat from Simon's body might as well have done the job anyway.
"James only joined up after John met JC," he pointed out, as one brother had brought the other along. And in a way, it was sort of the same for the two of them. Simon had brought JC, Judas, Matt and Andy to the hospital to see Peter the day after he'd been taken there. Why? Simon just knew that Peter was one of them. He'd felt it when he touched his hand.
It didn't matter if he was so different from the rest of them.
"I just happened to be at the right place at the right time."
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A little smile, but it was a bit sad. One finger played with the wood stain of the counter, trying to figure out if it was real or not. He just gave in to his own desire, hating himself for it, and let his leg touch Simon's.
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Not because he was weak, but because he made everyone happier just to be around him.
"I brought you grapes," Simon grinned. They hadn't been the seedless sort though, so Peter almost choked. "Oh, your mom took one look at me at cried when your parents came down-- I'm surprise you stayed," he said, throwing Peter's words back at him.
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"I explained to her after that you saved my life... she felt a little better after that." Okay so maybe he told them a few little white lies to smooth things over. "Maybe not their cup of tea, though."
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Simon had been surprised. He'd been more surprised when Peter stuck around and made friends with James and John and then moved into the tiny room they had open in their house.
"Are you seriously coming with us? I mean, you'll still have a year left at college." It wouldn't be the same without Peter. Simon had such perfect memories of him laughing or praying or walking with JC to a booth in a coffee shop that was decidedly less corporate than this one.
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"I am." That much he was certain about. "I can always come back and complete college but this? This... this is something special. I want to be on the ground floor when it starts. I want to see more of the world and do something good in it, you know? It's got to be something more than just a job or money or all of that! Besides... I know you know it, but JC is something special. You're something special."
The last few words slipped out, mumbled, before he even really thought about it.
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It seemed ridiculous to say. It was a confession that the aloof, arrogant Simon had never told anyone before.
"I believe I'll be good because of him and that I'll find the things I've been missing most in life. If I try really hard. I just keep on slipping, Pete. Isn't that sad?" He brushed the crumbs off of his jacket, blue eyes looking bluer from the dark makeup around his lashes. "Shit, do I sound really dumb right now? You're allowed to laugh at me."
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Peter hadn't even noticed when he'd grabbed onto Simon's forearm and had a tight grip. "You should believe in him. I do. I believe in you, too."
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This was probably why JC had picked Peter. He was so... Wholesome, yes, but also incredibly passionate.
"We could work on our self confidence together. How about that?"
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Dawww Simon <3
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