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My b-day party last night went really good. The parents met each other and they seemed to get along. J, his friend Pete and his girlfriend and I closed out my dad's bar - my dad was strangely tolerant of them drinking all his alcohol, but whatever, you're only 30 once! Plus, he's in a really good mood, what with all the weddings this year :) PB gave me an external hard drive! I'm SO EXCITED! I love my external hard drive!! I'm such a geek, really.
I'm about 4500 words into a future Spencer-centric fic, post band breakup. He lives at the beach. With his cats. And he wakes up on the day of his 34th birthday to a knock at his door. Dun dun dun. Yeah, whatever. It's a little serious, actually.
I'm about 4500 words into a future Spencer-centric fic, post band breakup. He lives at the beach. With his cats. And he wakes up on the day of his 34th birthday to a knock at his door. Dun dun dun. Yeah, whatever. It's a little serious, actually.
He groped for his sidekick on the bedside table and thumbed it on. “Ryan, it’s ass o’clock,” he said, burrowing back under his covers and closing his eyes.
“Yes, yes it is. It is, Spencer, it’s early, and today is the day of your birth, and I’m sending you a present, so get up.”
Spencer sighed heavily. “I’m going back to sleep.” He sat up, though, scrubbing a hand through his hair. It was getting long again, falling over his eyes.
“Oh, and dude, there’s an email from Greg that I forwarded you, so just. Look it over, will you? And let me know what you think about that song, the Semiconductor demo with the—you know, from last month, and what have you been doing, asshole—”
Spencer would probably be better at the whole hermit thing if he didn’t have Ryan, who was using him as some sort of manager, et al, whatever-person – which Greg-the-actual-manager was probably thrilled about, but, hey, it’d been years – and apparently it took distance and separation for Ryan to get talky, since although he respectfully kept the calls to Spencer at a minimum – once a week, max, except in emergencies or holidays – he hardly ever let Spencer get a word in, and if he happened to ping Spencer’s voicemail, he’d run out the tape with weird, eerily Wentz-like messages.
Spencer thought maybe, maybe Ryan was afraid of what Spencer would say if he ever let him say it.