On the subject of frontal attacks

[skoosiepants]

starflowers has been cheering me on, and I've got about 24000 words of NINJA fic now. And around two and a half months left to write, which will include (but will not be limited to!) prom, band-o-rama, spring break, Bill the-ultimate-cool-dude freaking out, Pete and Patrick finally doing something about Pete and Patrick, NINJA unveilings, and Kevin being stupid about Carden. I can't believe I've written so much about ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. This is the ultimate in pointless self-indulgence.

TEASE:

“I think I’m going to ask Audrey to prom,” Brendon says. They’d just finished practicing Hey Sunshine, and Brendon pushes sweaty hair off his forehead.

Kevin presses his lips together and carefully doesn’t look at Miranda. He can see her making faces out of the corner of his eye.

Bill huffs out a breath, unfolds himself from where he’s been perched on Kevin’s amp, and grabs hold of Brendon’s arms. “Listen to me,” he says firmly, bending down so their noses touch. “Girls completely frighten you. Girls are pretty and soft, so this baffles me about you, but you’re utterly and totally uncomfortable around any girl except for Miranda. You are gay.” Bill shakes him a little, and Brendon’s eyes go wide. “You are incredibly, hugely gay, and you’re in love with Spencer, just go with it, Urie.”

“I’m.” Brendon open and closes his mouth, then says, “What?”

“Gay.”

Brendon shakes his head. “No, I’m—”

“Gay,” Bill insists. “Not even bi, my friend. You are so, so gay, and if you ask Audrey to prom I will slap you.”

“I just—”

“Slap! I’ll take my open palm to the baby-soft skin of your face, Urie, carefully heed my warnings.”

Brendon pouts.

Miranda snorts a laugh into her hand, and Kevin still refuses to look at her. He can feel Patrick glaring at them all from behind his kit.

“Well, I’m not going to ask Spencer,” Brendon says petulantly.

“Spencer’s going to ask you,” Bill says, and Kevin doesn’t know whether he has insider information or if he’s going to make Spencer ask Brendon – he doesn’t think it matters. “And when Spencer asks you, you are going to say yes.”

“You know how much I love talking about the prom,” Patrick says, tipping the brim of his hat back with one of his sticks. “But if you guys want to see The Upstanding tonight with all your limbs intact, you might want to shut the fuck up.”

Bill says mildly, “You seem to be getting angrier lately, Patrick. I think you need to get laid.”

“I will end you,” Patrick says through his teeth.

“Patrick,” Bill says, “sweetheart—”

Kevin lunges forward and claps a hand over Bill’s mouth. There’s Patrick-baiting, and then there’s having a death wish. “Let’s just, uh, finish practice, okay guys?”

Brendon says, “Yes, please.”

Bill’s eyes are dancing at Kevin over his palm. When Kevin lets him go, he says, “I know what I’m doing, Jonas,” grinning, and Kevin says, “I’m sure you do.”

Bill’s probably the only one of any of them that actually does.

Comments

[elisabeth-438.livejournal.com]

I can't waaaaiiiiiittttttttttt!!! I love all Bill's, especially your Bill's. And this one sounds so AWESOME so far.

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

Bill is so excellent, I love writing him :)