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fifteendozentimes) wrote2009-08-20 06:14 am
fifteendozentimes) wrote2009-08-20 06:14 am
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WIP Amnesty: Untitled Macy&Kevin Bffery
Kevin Lucas realizes he's gay and Macy bffs him through it. I didn't have much of a feel for the JONAS personalities, yet; on reread this feels more like a Jonas Brothers high school au to me than an actual JONAS fic.
No warnings.
It happened so gradually Kevin couldn't pinpoint the moments Macy went from Crazy Person To Be Avoided At All Costs to Kind Of Nice But Delusional to How'd You Do On The Biology Test to, well, Friend, but he's actually glad they happened. If for no other reason than hanging out with him appeared to give her some immunity to her Jonas thing, and no one had been bludgeoned, stabbed, or otherwise near-hospitalized for weeks.
- - - - - -
- - - - - -
When she opens the door, Kevin's face looks exactly like she pictured it from the tone of his voice over the phone – like he's never going to smile again, can't remember ever smiling in the first place. It's a look she'd never expect from Kevin, one she's not sure she can handle (because this whole thing is, of course, all about her), so she does the first thing that comes to mind to cheer him up.
She absolutely freaks out, the way she used to do in her head any time she caught a glimpse of a Jonas at school, the way she wanted to the first time they walked into her mom's store, the way she hadn't even considered in months but that was surprisingly easy to recall. The way that usually ended with another scrap to add to her Fabric That Has Touched A Jonas collection, embarrassing as that was.
Along a high-pitched way-too-loud train of thought that starts with her answering the door to see Kevin and ends with a princess wedding, white picket fence, eight thousand kids and a couple fluffy dogs (because what Kevin needs tonight is a straight fantasy wonderland, come on Macy), Kevin finally stops trying to get her attention, just throws up his hands and heads towards the stairs. When she immediately clams up, he turns around.
"How is it you can hold in your inner crazy person for that long just to let it out the one time I don't have a sense of humor?"
"It wasn't...I thought, y'know, old time's sake. You could use a little...normal?" Macy was panting from screaming and hopping up and down, her hair was probably even more of a disaster than it had been when Kevin had called, she wasn't entirely sure she didn't look half-crazed, and she'd never felt quite so ridiculous. This had better be worth it.
One corner of Kevin's mouth tilted up, just a little. Okay, it was lopsided, and his eyes didn't totally reflect it, but it was a start. So worth it.
"You're...completely ridiculous."
Great minds think alike.
- - -
One of the few benefits to having a borderline-alcoholic mother was the easy access to alcohol whenever someone had the sort of crisis (or party, whatever) that required it. If nothing suited the occasion in the big dining room liquor cabinet, there was always something in the fridge (or in the mini-fridge behind the counter in the thrift store), or in the smaller cabinet upstairs, or in any of the three wine racks around the apartment, or just sitting around where someone had forgotten to put it away after one too many.
Not that it was the best idea to encourage Kevin (or any of her friends) to drink after a crisis. But a cocktail or two wouldn't hurt – and honestly, it made Kevin less likely to avoid talking it out by pretending he was distracted by...emus, or whatever.
"I didn't – they weren't supposed to be home for another hour. I just...I don't know. That was stupid."
"So, who - "
"Nick, and Dad." Macy blinked, and Kevin turned bright red. "I, uh, probably should've let you finish the question, huh?"
"Probably. Who were you kissing, not who walked in."
Kevin focused on stirring his bright-pink drink with the paper umbrella Macy had popped in to add just a smidge more cheer. He might not be out officially, but good Lord no one was going to be surprised.
"Van Dyke. So I didn't just...I mean, obviously, he's in the closet. So it was two outings with one big ol' awkward stone."
"...Van Dyke is gay?"
"He...bi. Or curious, or something. I dunno. He was supposed to be helping me with some English 'cause Stella was busy and the next best thing to Stella is a Stella student. Obviously I should've waited for Stella. 'Cause I'm not gonna kiss her. Joe'd hit me. Don't tell her I said that. Am I babbling?"
"Just a little," Macy said, and had just opened her mouth to say more when her phone started loudly declaring that's just the way it rolled. "You should be used to this by now, don't roll your eyes at me," she said, as she flipped open her phone. "Stella's asking if I know where you are, what do you want me to tell her?"
"Uh, I dunno. You can tell her I'm here, I guess, but...I dunno. I don't feel like talking, so just have her pass on that I'm not, like, dead in a gutter somewhere."
"Cheery thought."
"I said not dead in a gutter, and me not being dead is a cheery thought. You're sure you don't mind me staying here?"
"It's fine, Kevin. Would you be more convinced if I freaked out again?"
"Please don't."
- - - - - -
Kevin woke up with the distinct feeling his ears were trying to run away from his head; during a break in the horrible screeching coming from down the hall, he could hear water running. For health and safety reasons, Macy should probably warn overnight guests she sings in the shower.
Of course, a dying-manatee-alarm-clock could be completely forgiven, 'cause she'd left him a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water with a few (not quite fresh, but whatever) mint leaves floating among the ice cubes. Sometimes Kevin wanted to just marry Macy, she was so fabulous. They could have adorable babies with the world's weirdest personalities. Crazed fangirling over baby animals.
This was an idea that either needed more consideration when he was more awake, or to be forgotten forever. He'd know which one after the headache was gone, probably.
"I've gotta stop by the store on the way to school, so I'm leaving in twentyish. If you don't wanna deal, I don't care if you hang around here – even if my mom plans on coming home tonight, it won't be till after the store closes." Macy's hair hung limp and wet around her face, dripping on her button-down uniform shirt. If Kevin were that careless with his clothes, Stella would castrate him.
Speaking of Stella, no way could he spend the day in hiding if she knew where he was. She couldn't keep a secret if her life depended on it, especially not from Joe, and once she cracked his brothers would spend all day on Macy's case. And really, it wasn't school he needed to avoid.
"I'll come with you."
"Cool. Stella says she checked with Van Dyke last night and he told her he's sick, yeah right, so he shouldn't be in school today. So, y'know, less awkwardness, yay."
No warnings.
It happened so gradually Kevin couldn't pinpoint the moments Macy went from Crazy Person To Be Avoided At All Costs to Kind Of Nice But Delusional to How'd You Do On The Biology Test to, well, Friend, but he's actually glad they happened. If for no other reason than hanging out with him appeared to give her some immunity to her Jonas thing, and no one had been bludgeoned, stabbed, or otherwise near-hospitalized for weeks.
- - - - - -
- - - - - -
When she opens the door, Kevin's face looks exactly like she pictured it from the tone of his voice over the phone – like he's never going to smile again, can't remember ever smiling in the first place. It's a look she'd never expect from Kevin, one she's not sure she can handle (because this whole thing is, of course, all about her), so she does the first thing that comes to mind to cheer him up.
She absolutely freaks out, the way she used to do in her head any time she caught a glimpse of a Jonas at school, the way she wanted to the first time they walked into her mom's store, the way she hadn't even considered in months but that was surprisingly easy to recall. The way that usually ended with another scrap to add to her Fabric That Has Touched A Jonas collection, embarrassing as that was.
Along a high-pitched way-too-loud train of thought that starts with her answering the door to see Kevin and ends with a princess wedding, white picket fence, eight thousand kids and a couple fluffy dogs (because what Kevin needs tonight is a straight fantasy wonderland, come on Macy), Kevin finally stops trying to get her attention, just throws up his hands and heads towards the stairs. When she immediately clams up, he turns around.
"How is it you can hold in your inner crazy person for that long just to let it out the one time I don't have a sense of humor?"
"It wasn't...I thought, y'know, old time's sake. You could use a little...normal?" Macy was panting from screaming and hopping up and down, her hair was probably even more of a disaster than it had been when Kevin had called, she wasn't entirely sure she didn't look half-crazed, and she'd never felt quite so ridiculous. This had better be worth it.
One corner of Kevin's mouth tilted up, just a little. Okay, it was lopsided, and his eyes didn't totally reflect it, but it was a start. So worth it.
"You're...completely ridiculous."
Great minds think alike.
- - -
One of the few benefits to having a borderline-alcoholic mother was the easy access to alcohol whenever someone had the sort of crisis (or party, whatever) that required it. If nothing suited the occasion in the big dining room liquor cabinet, there was always something in the fridge (or in the mini-fridge behind the counter in the thrift store), or in the smaller cabinet upstairs, or in any of the three wine racks around the apartment, or just sitting around where someone had forgotten to put it away after one too many.
Not that it was the best idea to encourage Kevin (or any of her friends) to drink after a crisis. But a cocktail or two wouldn't hurt – and honestly, it made Kevin less likely to avoid talking it out by pretending he was distracted by...emus, or whatever.
"I didn't – they weren't supposed to be home for another hour. I just...I don't know. That was stupid."
"So, who - "
"Nick, and Dad." Macy blinked, and Kevin turned bright red. "I, uh, probably should've let you finish the question, huh?"
"Probably. Who were you kissing, not who walked in."
Kevin focused on stirring his bright-pink drink with the paper umbrella Macy had popped in to add just a smidge more cheer. He might not be out officially, but good Lord no one was going to be surprised.
"Van Dyke. So I didn't just...I mean, obviously, he's in the closet. So it was two outings with one big ol' awkward stone."
"...Van Dyke is gay?"
"He...bi. Or curious, or something. I dunno. He was supposed to be helping me with some English 'cause Stella was busy and the next best thing to Stella is a Stella student. Obviously I should've waited for Stella. 'Cause I'm not gonna kiss her. Joe'd hit me. Don't tell her I said that. Am I babbling?"
"Just a little," Macy said, and had just opened her mouth to say more when her phone started loudly declaring that's just the way it rolled. "You should be used to this by now, don't roll your eyes at me," she said, as she flipped open her phone. "Stella's asking if I know where you are, what do you want me to tell her?"
"Uh, I dunno. You can tell her I'm here, I guess, but...I dunno. I don't feel like talking, so just have her pass on that I'm not, like, dead in a gutter somewhere."
"Cheery thought."
"I said not dead in a gutter, and me not being dead is a cheery thought. You're sure you don't mind me staying here?"
"It's fine, Kevin. Would you be more convinced if I freaked out again?"
"Please don't."
- - - - - -
Kevin woke up with the distinct feeling his ears were trying to run away from his head; during a break in the horrible screeching coming from down the hall, he could hear water running. For health and safety reasons, Macy should probably warn overnight guests she sings in the shower.
Of course, a dying-manatee-alarm-clock could be completely forgiven, 'cause she'd left him a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water with a few (not quite fresh, but whatever) mint leaves floating among the ice cubes. Sometimes Kevin wanted to just marry Macy, she was so fabulous. They could have adorable babies with the world's weirdest personalities. Crazed fangirling over baby animals.
This was an idea that either needed more consideration when he was more awake, or to be forgotten forever. He'd know which one after the headache was gone, probably.
"I've gotta stop by the store on the way to school, so I'm leaving in twentyish. If you don't wanna deal, I don't care if you hang around here – even if my mom plans on coming home tonight, it won't be till after the store closes." Macy's hair hung limp and wet around her face, dripping on her button-down uniform shirt. If Kevin were that careless with his clothes, Stella would castrate him.
Speaking of Stella, no way could he spend the day in hiding if she knew where he was. She couldn't keep a secret if her life depended on it, especially not from Joe, and once she cracked his brothers would spend all day on Macy's case. And really, it wasn't school he needed to avoid.
"I'll come with you."
"Cool. Stella says she checked with Van Dyke last night and he told her he's sick, yeah right, so he shouldn't be in school today. So, y'know, less awkwardness, yay."