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This is all Milly's fault
So... it turns out that smiley faces (like this one-> :) ) are my kryptonite. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
milenaa types smiley faces like a pro, so that's why I went and did something that, usually, I wouldn't be caught dead doing: I wrote fic of the bandom variety.
It all started withsaba1789's prompt for that 5 things meme and the fact that I didn't write a note for the fifth thing.
Untitled ficlet of flail
Characters: Spencer, Ryan, Spencer's Grandma.
Rating: G
Words: 894
Disclaimer: I still can't believe I'm writing one... Owning people is a no-no and I'm a good girl.
Note:*points up* This is allmilenaa's fault! Also, she was awesome enough to risk her retinas and do the beta work on this faily thing, so this is dedicated to her and to saba1789 because without her prompt this wouldn't have been written. Thank you to the both of you!
When Ryan said that they were going to need a real practice space, he said it like an afterthought.
Spencer stopped coiling the cables around his arm and looked up, "What?". Ryan craned his neck to look over at him and then turned around, facing his guitar case again "I said, we need a real practice space. This place is good for fucking around," he said matter of fact "but if we want to get out there we need someplace where we'll be able to actually plug in the amps and work shit out". He was fiddling with the clasps on the case, keeping his back to Spencer.
"Oh," Spencer didn't know what to say "Uh... do you know where to find a space like that?"
"Yes" Ryan grinned twisting around "I looked in the paper and there's this studio... the rent shouldn't be too high. I'm meeting the guy who put the ad in 20 minutes. Wanna come with?"
A new practice space. Spencer would be the first to say that his Grandma's garage wasn't the perfect place to have real practices at, as Ryan put it, but he was aware that it was also free. Ryan and Brent and himself could pay the rent, but "What about Brendon? Did you speak with him?". Ryan could focus on things so much he wouldn't see anything but what he cared about, and Spencer wasn't sure that Brendon's financial situation made Ryan's list.
Ryan's eyes shifted to the door "Sure. He said it was ok". Which meant that Ryan had used The Monotone on Brendon, maybe saying something like how serious Ryan was about the band (which, by the way, was a shit thing to say to Brendon, especially now) and Brendon, who was still in awe at everything Ryan did, must have agreed. It seemed that Brendon was going to work extra shifts and live on instant-ramen for the foreseeable future.
"Hm, ok then."
"So, you coming?"
Spencer looked at the cables in his hands, "No. No, I... homework, you know".
Ryan lowered the lid of his guitar case and snapped the clasps closed "I'm off then. Call you later." He picked up his messenger bag and waved lightly in Spencer's general direction. The door clicked softly shut behind him.
Spencer swept his eyes around the room. A new practice space.
***
Spencer had to admit that the studio Ryan had found was pretty good. There was enough space for them to walk around and they could make all the noise they wanted without disturbing his grandmother. It was just that Spencer was used to having his grandma knocking on the door to bring sodas or cookies or just to listen to them play. Here, they worked for hours without being interrupted.
What irked Spencer the most was that this place wasn't theirs. When he first asked his grandmother to use her garage for practicing with the band, she had smiled, got the spare key from the hook in the kitchen and said "It's all yours". Here, they got the keys at 6 and gave them back at 10.
The new space was ok. He just liked the old one more.
***
His grandmother was doing the dishes when he let himself inside. Spencer cleared his throat and she turned her head, her lips curving upwards when she saw him standing in the doorway.
"Hi sweetie," her voice was cheery "here for practice?".
Spencer wished that was his reason for being there. "No, Ry-... we found a new practice space" that he liked, he liked it, ok? "I just... I mean.... we're going to be there and..." Spencer didn't know where to put his hands. He couldn't remember a time when talking to his grandmother had been so uncomfortable. "I... Thank you. For lending us your garage." He took the key from his pocket and opened his hand, palm up.
His grandmother looked at the key in his hand, grabbed a cloth to dry her hands and turned around to face him "Why are you giving me your key?"
Spencer blinked. "I... I thought you wanted it back"
She raised an eyebrow "Back?"
"We aren't going to use the garage anymore" Spencer didn't know why she wouldn't just take the key "we are going to play at the new place and..." really now, he didn't know what else to say.
"Spencer, I gave you that key because you told me you boys needed a place to start playing as a band. And I told you it was all yours." her eyes twinkled "I know you still have your first pair of drumsticks. Why do you want to get rid of the place where you wrote your first song?"
Spencer blushed at the mention of the drumsticks. They were broken, but he'd kept them because... he didn't know why, but they were important for some reason. They were something he was good at, something that was his. And now his grandmother was telling him to keep the key, to hold on to the place where they had begun.
He looked at the key in his palm. It was a simple key, the edge of the teeth scratched and golden coloured. It felt like home.
"I don't." he lifted his head "I'll keep it"
His grandmother smiled.
Fin
*wrings hands*
milenaa types smiley faces like a pro, so that's why I went and did something that, usually, I wouldn't be caught dead doing: I wrote fic of the bandom variety. It all started with
saba1789's prompt for that 5 things meme and the fact that I didn't write a note for the fifth thing. Untitled ficlet of f
Characters: Spencer, Ryan, Spencer's Grandma.
Rating: G
Words: 894
Disclaimer: I still can't believe I'm writing one... Owning people is a no-no and I'm a good girl.
Note:*points up* This is all
milenaa's fault! Also, she was awesome enough to risk her retinas and do the beta work on this faily thing, so this is dedicated to her and to saba1789 because without her prompt this wouldn't have been written. Thank you to the both of you!When Ryan said that they were going to need a real practice space, he said it like an afterthought.
Spencer stopped coiling the cables around his arm and looked up, "What?". Ryan craned his neck to look over at him and then turned around, facing his guitar case again "I said, we need a real practice space. This place is good for fucking around," he said matter of fact "but if we want to get out there we need someplace where we'll be able to actually plug in the amps and work shit out". He was fiddling with the clasps on the case, keeping his back to Spencer.
"Oh," Spencer didn't know what to say "Uh... do you know where to find a space like that?"
"Yes" Ryan grinned twisting around "I looked in the paper and there's this studio... the rent shouldn't be too high. I'm meeting the guy who put the ad in 20 minutes. Wanna come with?"
A new practice space. Spencer would be the first to say that his Grandma's garage wasn't the perfect place to have real practices at, as Ryan put it, but he was aware that it was also free. Ryan and Brent and himself could pay the rent, but "What about Brendon? Did you speak with him?". Ryan could focus on things so much he wouldn't see anything but what he cared about, and Spencer wasn't sure that Brendon's financial situation made Ryan's list.
Ryan's eyes shifted to the door "Sure. He said it was ok". Which meant that Ryan had used The Monotone on Brendon, maybe saying something like how serious Ryan was about the band (which, by the way, was a shit thing to say to Brendon, especially now) and Brendon, who was still in awe at everything Ryan did, must have agreed. It seemed that Brendon was going to work extra shifts and live on instant-ramen for the foreseeable future.
"Hm, ok then."
"So, you coming?"
Spencer looked at the cables in his hands, "No. No, I... homework, you know".
Ryan lowered the lid of his guitar case and snapped the clasps closed "I'm off then. Call you later." He picked up his messenger bag and waved lightly in Spencer's general direction. The door clicked softly shut behind him.
Spencer swept his eyes around the room. A new practice space.
Spencer had to admit that the studio Ryan had found was pretty good. There was enough space for them to walk around and they could make all the noise they wanted without disturbing his grandmother. It was just that Spencer was used to having his grandma knocking on the door to bring sodas or cookies or just to listen to them play. Here, they worked for hours without being interrupted.
What irked Spencer the most was that this place wasn't theirs. When he first asked his grandmother to use her garage for practicing with the band, she had smiled, got the spare key from the hook in the kitchen and said "It's all yours". Here, they got the keys at 6 and gave them back at 10.
The new space was ok. He just liked the old one more.
His grandmother was doing the dishes when he let himself inside. Spencer cleared his throat and she turned her head, her lips curving upwards when she saw him standing in the doorway.
"Hi sweetie," her voice was cheery "here for practice?".
Spencer wished that was his reason for being there. "No, Ry-... we found a new practice space" that he liked, he liked it, ok? "I just... I mean.... we're going to be there and..." Spencer didn't know where to put his hands. He couldn't remember a time when talking to his grandmother had been so uncomfortable. "I... Thank you. For lending us your garage." He took the key from his pocket and opened his hand, palm up.
His grandmother looked at the key in his hand, grabbed a cloth to dry her hands and turned around to face him "Why are you giving me your key?"
Spencer blinked. "I... I thought you wanted it back"
She raised an eyebrow "Back?"
"We aren't going to use the garage anymore" Spencer didn't know why she wouldn't just take the key "we are going to play at the new place and..." really now, he didn't know what else to say.
"Spencer, I gave you that key because you told me you boys needed a place to start playing as a band. And I told you it was all yours." her eyes twinkled "I know you still have your first pair of drumsticks. Why do you want to get rid of the place where you wrote your first song?"
Spencer blushed at the mention of the drumsticks. They were broken, but he'd kept them because... he didn't know why, but they were important for some reason. They were something he was good at, something that was his. And now his grandmother was telling him to keep the key, to hold on to the place where they had begun.
He looked at the key in his palm. It was a simple key, the edge of the teeth scratched and golden coloured. It felt like home.
"I don't." he lifted his head "I'll keep it"
His grandmother smiled.
*wrings hands*