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Title: Nice Guy
Fandom: Bandom! MCR, FOB
Pairing: Gen. It was going to be Andy/Ray, but I had an interview and couldn't afford to keep writing that long.
Rating: PG. Naughty Language
Disclaimer: makes no actual difference under UK IP law, but I think RPF might actually fall under libel/slander (I can never remember which is which). So, basically, this never happened, and I'm not saying it did, and it's all in my head. And now yours.
This is sort of set during the Summer Of Like, but I actually have no idea about what order canon really happens in, so it's a bit mushed together.
It's somewhen during the Summer of Like, and they've actually managed to snag a hotel for once. It's cheap and generic and mostly empty, which makes life easier on the hoard of musicians, managers and techies who've descended on it. The fans haven't found it yet, but they will. Ray hopes it's takes them a few more days at least.
Normally the bands would gravitate to separate tables in the dining room, but there's PeteNMikey to consider, and Ray isn't surprised to find himself sitting with Joe, Andy and Bob. Three of them have lasagne. Andy has some limp lettuce.
"Nothing vegan?" Joe asks sympathetically.
Andy gives him a look Ray suspects is reserved for ex-vegetarians.
"The only dressing is fucking mayonnaise," he says. He stabs the lettuce with a viciousness most people would have reserved for meat that still moved.
Joe changes the subject, but Ray finds it hard to join in. Andy catches him looking and throws a forced smile in his direction; it doesn't shake Ray out of it, and he has to force a smile in return to pretend it has. He wishes there was something he could do, but all he can think of is bitching at the management and he's fairly certain Fall Out Boy will have got that sewn up already. Pete, wedged between Patrick and Mikey on the next table over, has already managed to obtain some mac & cheese that wasn't on the meat-heavy menu.
Andy leaves as soon as he finishes his lettuce, because all the deserts have cream in, and Bob grabs a chocolate muffin to go, following him up to the rooms. Ray's managed to score a room on his own. Frank has Mikey, Gerard has Patrick, Joe has the uneviable task of keeping Pete from invading either of those rooms in the middle of the night, and Bob has Andy. They're probably talking about drumming. Hopefully that'll cheer Andy up.
Ray loves having his own room, loves the quiet and the peace after the bus, but he kinda wishes he could crash that conversation. He's not lonely, exactly, but he can't quite manage to fall asleep. He's trying not to worry about Andy, because he know the guy lives off potato chips anyway and is a grown man and definitely doesn't need anyone fussing, let alone a guy he's barely spoken to before, but. But. Ray's kinda mad at the hotel. He keeps finding other faults. The bed's too hard, the sheet's have stains on, and there's a spider's web on his light. And the food isn't great. What if they got a Buddhist? It'd be out-right racist not to have any vegan food. Ray doesn't want to stay in a racist hotel.
It's about 2 AM when Ray suddenly remembers the bananas on the bus. They won't last much longer and really want using up. Ray starts running through a mental inventory. There's that bag of walnuts Frank bought and didn't eat. And there's sugar for Gerard's coffee. And there's baking soda and flour from that time Mikeyway and Pete tried to make pizza from scratch.
That hadn't been good.
For a tour bus, they do a surprisingly good impression of a vegan bakery, all things considered. And now he's thought of it he can't unthink of it, and he knows where to find a recipe and he's a fucking master of sneaking out of hotels in the middle of the night and he even has his keys to the bus (and Frank's, but that was Bob's idea). And it's not like getting up in the middle of the night to make muffins is even going to wake anyone up, because he's on his own. It's an awesome idea. It needs executing right now.
Ray wakes up on the couch on the bus, Brian shaking his shoulder.
"We were wondering where you'd got to," Brian says. "Don't tell me you were missing the bus."
"Muffins," Ray mumbles. Christ, he can't have had more than three hours sleep. Stupid sad vegans.
"Muffins?"
Ray blinks at him. "It made sense last night," he says. "They're for Andy."
"Fall Out Boy Andy? Vegan Andy?"
"They're vegan muffins."
"Ah."
"It made sense last night," Ray repeats.
"You're a nice guy, Ray," Brian says.
"Yes, you can have a muffin." Ray rolls his eyes and runs his fingers through his hair. There's flour in it, and god only knows what else.
Brian snags a muffin and makes appreciative noises before leaving Ray to sort himself out. The water in the shower is cold, and his shampoo is back in the hotel, but he feels more awake after. He bundles the remaining muffins into a grocery bag and carries them back to the hotel.
The others are in the dining room having breakfast. Pete and Patrick are sitting as far away from the buffet as possible and Ray feels kinda sorry for them. The smell of bacon is making his mouth water and it's utterly pervasive.
"No Andy?" he asks them.
Pete shakes his head. "He said he could smell the dead flesh from his room. What have you got there? Trick, what's Ray got?"
Mikey's there too, giving him an odd look. "Where were you last night?"
"Bus," Ray says. "Went to get something, fell asleep."
Pete's got one knee on the table, which is tipping dangerously, and is leaning towards Ray's bag. Patrick is trying to stop the plates hitting the floor, and Mikey grabs pete by the waist. Ray's sympathetic, but if he gives Pete and Patrick muffins he'll end up giving half the dining room muffins, and they're for Andy. Which sounds no less dorky with repetition, and he's beginning to wonder how exactly he'd going to explain this.
He steals the key for the room from Bob, promising to bring it back, and sets off before self-doubt can put the brakes on. He can hear Pete calling after him, still wanting to know what he's got. It gradually fades into a whine of "Trick, why won't he say?" like Patrick has access to Ray's mind. It's a weird thought.
Andy's sitting on his bed, shirtless, drinking mountain dew and eating chips. Ray completely envies his tattoos for a minute, which is probably why Andy gives him a strange look. Ray realises he's totally been staring.
"I'm a little insane," Ray opens with. "And I couldn't sleep last night, okay?"
"Okay?"
"And it bugged me that you were stuck eating salad at dinner, and didn't even get dessert."
"Okay." Andy puts the chips aside and sits up a little straighter.
"And I couldn't sleep. I mentioned that." Ray holds the bag out. "So now there are vegan muffins."
Andy's eyes widen. "Seriously? You found somewhere round here that sells vegan muffins?" He's grabbed the bag and is staring into it.
"Um, no." Ray can feel a blush rising and sits on the end of Andy's bed. "I made them. We had these bananas on the bus, and you heard about the pizza thing, right? Anyway, we had everything, and it seemed like a good idea at the time."
"You made me vegan muffins?" Andy's touched. "From scratch?"
"Yeah. I had a friend in junior high who was vegan. Turns out I remember the recipe." Complete lie, but Andy doesn't need to know about Ray's epic hunt for a vegan recipe that actually corresponded with the ingredients he had.
"You're fucking awesome, man." Andy's chowing down on the muffins like he hasn't eaten in days, and Ray guesses he kinda hasn't.
"I also do cupcakes," Ray says. "And, like, normal cakes. Outside of baked products I'm kinda crap."
Andy grins. "The band are going to make you feed me for the rest of the tour."
"I can handle that." Ray kicks off his shoes and stretches out on Andy's bed. There's potato chip crumbs working their way into his hair - he can feel it - but he doesn't care. "You owe me some kind of food, though."
"I can do things with tofu that will make you want to be vegan," Andy says.
"Really?"
"Not yet," Andy admits, "but keep bringing the muffins and I'll learn."
"I'll hold you to that." Ray grins at the ceiling, flexes his ankles, and steals a muffin. Bob can have the room to himself at the next hotel, he figures. He was kinda bored on his own anyway.
apiphile!Title: Nice Guy
Fandom: Bandom! MCR, FOB
Pairing: Gen. It was going to be Andy/Ray, but I had an interview and couldn't afford to keep writing that long.
Rating: PG. Naughty Language
Disclaimer: makes no actual difference under UK IP law, but I think RPF might actually fall under libel/slander (I can never remember which is which). So, basically, this never happened, and I'm not saying it did, and it's all in my head. And now yours.
This is sort of set during the Summer Of Like, but I actually have no idea about what order canon really happens in, so it's a bit mushed together.
It's somewhen during the Summer of Like, and they've actually managed to snag a hotel for once. It's cheap and generic and mostly empty, which makes life easier on the hoard of musicians, managers and techies who've descended on it. The fans haven't found it yet, but they will. Ray hopes it's takes them a few more days at least.
Normally the bands would gravitate to separate tables in the dining room, but there's PeteNMikey to consider, and Ray isn't surprised to find himself sitting with Joe, Andy and Bob. Three of them have lasagne. Andy has some limp lettuce.
"Nothing vegan?" Joe asks sympathetically.
Andy gives him a look Ray suspects is reserved for ex-vegetarians.
"The only dressing is fucking mayonnaise," he says. He stabs the lettuce with a viciousness most people would have reserved for meat that still moved.
Joe changes the subject, but Ray finds it hard to join in. Andy catches him looking and throws a forced smile in his direction; it doesn't shake Ray out of it, and he has to force a smile in return to pretend it has. He wishes there was something he could do, but all he can think of is bitching at the management and he's fairly certain Fall Out Boy will have got that sewn up already. Pete, wedged between Patrick and Mikey on the next table over, has already managed to obtain some mac & cheese that wasn't on the meat-heavy menu.
Andy leaves as soon as he finishes his lettuce, because all the deserts have cream in, and Bob grabs a chocolate muffin to go, following him up to the rooms. Ray's managed to score a room on his own. Frank has Mikey, Gerard has Patrick, Joe has the uneviable task of keeping Pete from invading either of those rooms in the middle of the night, and Bob has Andy. They're probably talking about drumming. Hopefully that'll cheer Andy up.
Ray loves having his own room, loves the quiet and the peace after the bus, but he kinda wishes he could crash that conversation. He's not lonely, exactly, but he can't quite manage to fall asleep. He's trying not to worry about Andy, because he know the guy lives off potato chips anyway and is a grown man and definitely doesn't need anyone fussing, let alone a guy he's barely spoken to before, but. But. Ray's kinda mad at the hotel. He keeps finding other faults. The bed's too hard, the sheet's have stains on, and there's a spider's web on his light. And the food isn't great. What if they got a Buddhist? It'd be out-right racist not to have any vegan food. Ray doesn't want to stay in a racist hotel.
It's about 2 AM when Ray suddenly remembers the bananas on the bus. They won't last much longer and really want using up. Ray starts running through a mental inventory. There's that bag of walnuts Frank bought and didn't eat. And there's sugar for Gerard's coffee. And there's baking soda and flour from that time Mikeyway and Pete tried to make pizza from scratch.
That hadn't been good.
For a tour bus, they do a surprisingly good impression of a vegan bakery, all things considered. And now he's thought of it he can't unthink of it, and he knows where to find a recipe and he's a fucking master of sneaking out of hotels in the middle of the night and he even has his keys to the bus (and Frank's, but that was Bob's idea). And it's not like getting up in the middle of the night to make muffins is even going to wake anyone up, because he's on his own. It's an awesome idea. It needs executing right now.
Ray wakes up on the couch on the bus, Brian shaking his shoulder.
"We were wondering where you'd got to," Brian says. "Don't tell me you were missing the bus."
"Muffins," Ray mumbles. Christ, he can't have had more than three hours sleep. Stupid sad vegans.
"Muffins?"
Ray blinks at him. "It made sense last night," he says. "They're for Andy."
"Fall Out Boy Andy? Vegan Andy?"
"They're vegan muffins."
"Ah."
"It made sense last night," Ray repeats.
"You're a nice guy, Ray," Brian says.
"Yes, you can have a muffin." Ray rolls his eyes and runs his fingers through his hair. There's flour in it, and god only knows what else.
Brian snags a muffin and makes appreciative noises before leaving Ray to sort himself out. The water in the shower is cold, and his shampoo is back in the hotel, but he feels more awake after. He bundles the remaining muffins into a grocery bag and carries them back to the hotel.
The others are in the dining room having breakfast. Pete and Patrick are sitting as far away from the buffet as possible and Ray feels kinda sorry for them. The smell of bacon is making his mouth water and it's utterly pervasive.
"No Andy?" he asks them.
Pete shakes his head. "He said he could smell the dead flesh from his room. What have you got there? Trick, what's Ray got?"
Mikey's there too, giving him an odd look. "Where were you last night?"
"Bus," Ray says. "Went to get something, fell asleep."
Pete's got one knee on the table, which is tipping dangerously, and is leaning towards Ray's bag. Patrick is trying to stop the plates hitting the floor, and Mikey grabs pete by the waist. Ray's sympathetic, but if he gives Pete and Patrick muffins he'll end up giving half the dining room muffins, and they're for Andy. Which sounds no less dorky with repetition, and he's beginning to wonder how exactly he'd going to explain this.
He steals the key for the room from Bob, promising to bring it back, and sets off before self-doubt can put the brakes on. He can hear Pete calling after him, still wanting to know what he's got. It gradually fades into a whine of "Trick, why won't he say?" like Patrick has access to Ray's mind. It's a weird thought.
Andy's sitting on his bed, shirtless, drinking mountain dew and eating chips. Ray completely envies his tattoos for a minute, which is probably why Andy gives him a strange look. Ray realises he's totally been staring.
"I'm a little insane," Ray opens with. "And I couldn't sleep last night, okay?"
"Okay?"
"And it bugged me that you were stuck eating salad at dinner, and didn't even get dessert."
"Okay." Andy puts the chips aside and sits up a little straighter.
"And I couldn't sleep. I mentioned that." Ray holds the bag out. "So now there are vegan muffins."
Andy's eyes widen. "Seriously? You found somewhere round here that sells vegan muffins?" He's grabbed the bag and is staring into it.
"Um, no." Ray can feel a blush rising and sits on the end of Andy's bed. "I made them. We had these bananas on the bus, and you heard about the pizza thing, right? Anyway, we had everything, and it seemed like a good idea at the time."
"You made me vegan muffins?" Andy's touched. "From scratch?"
"Yeah. I had a friend in junior high who was vegan. Turns out I remember the recipe." Complete lie, but Andy doesn't need to know about Ray's epic hunt for a vegan recipe that actually corresponded with the ingredients he had.
"You're fucking awesome, man." Andy's chowing down on the muffins like he hasn't eaten in days, and Ray guesses he kinda hasn't.
"I also do cupcakes," Ray says. "And, like, normal cakes. Outside of baked products I'm kinda crap."
Andy grins. "The band are going to make you feed me for the rest of the tour."
"I can handle that." Ray kicks off his shoes and stretches out on Andy's bed. There's potato chip crumbs working their way into his hair - he can feel it - but he doesn't care. "You owe me some kind of food, though."
"I can do things with tofu that will make you want to be vegan," Andy says.
"Really?"
"Not yet," Andy admits, "but keep bringing the muffins and I'll learn."
"I'll hold you to that." Ray grins at the ceiling, flexes his ankles, and steals a muffin. Bob can have the room to himself at the next hotel, he figures. He was kinda bored on his own anyway.
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Date: 2/3/09 05:32 pm (UTC)Normally I hate cookery fic but this is just adorable and it made me grin. :D
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Date: 2/3/09 08:40 pm (UTC)This really shouldn't be a hard decision to make.
Unlocked. Also, editted a bit, because I wrote this straight through and it needed it a little.
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