booshslashhaven | FIC: The Lives We Lead (Chapter Two)

Title: The Lives We Lead
Pairing: Noelian
Rating: PG (for now)
Disclaimer:This never happened any place other than my mind. No money was made or offense was intended in the process of writing this. I know nothing. I'm just a blogger gone a bit mad.
Summary: Random glimpses into the lives of two men we love. :P Also, not in any particular order. This is a journey through time & space, an'all....:)

AN: Just wanted to say that not all the lyrics I'm planning on quoting are going to come from the Gym Class Heroes...I'm just really into them right now. :P xo♥Li

Prelude

Chapter One

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This is how it has to be
A kiss for luck, submerge myself
And in 7 weeks resurface
Even if we don't look back again
Tired boys and wired eyes
Exposing imperfections
To the public eye we're perfect
Even if we don't look back again
-"7 Weeks" by Gym Class Heroes
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He's not entirely sure where they are right now, but that doesn't matter. What matters is there's laughter. Great big booming amounts of it filling the cramped space and bouncing off the walls so harshly, he feels as though it might ricochet back at his face. He closes his eyes and smiles; listening. There's Rich's voice, loudest of them all. He's going on about Little Red Riding Hood: The Sequel. And how this time a genetically mutated, giant Madagascar hissing cockroach will eat her Grandmother on her father's side, and she'll use a giant genetically mutated shoe to kill the evil Madagascar hissing cockroach. Dave is playing random custom ring tones on his mobile. Mike is fiddling with the cellophane bag of crisps in his lap. Julian, is snoring.

"Genius!" Noel stage-whispers when he hears the sound. "Dave, pass me your phone, yeah?"

Dave cuts off "You Fucking Love It" and tosses the phone to Noel, who quickly pulls up the "options" menu. He hits the correct buttons to record a video and angles the camera to shoot up his best mate's nose. He pulls out to a wider shot so the viewer can see that yes, indeed, that is Julian Barratt snoring when time and time again he's vehemently denied ever doing such a thing. As he contemplates writing things on his face in eyeliner, Julian comes to, quickly realizing what's going on and bats the phone out of his face.

The laughter resumes as Rich, Dave and Mike crowd around the mobile to watch the video.

Noel leans back in his seat and sighs.

"Nervous 'bout tonight?" he hears Julian ask somewhere beside him.

"Yeah." he breathes, butterflies in his guts. He can almost hear the rustling of their cocoons against his lower intestine as they break free to wreak havoc further up around his stomach and chest.

Then he feels Julian's big Northern paw on his shoulder and everything seems momentarily alright.

Brixton tonight. he thinks, imagining it behind his eyelids, his mind flashing the images against them like a projector. We can't fuck up too badly: They'll be filming it for the DVD.

He opens his eyes to see Julian's gaze burning laser-lights through him. Straight through him.

His eye seem to say: Don't think about it. We'll do fine. We always do. You'll do fine. People love you.

And he hopes his eyes scream: People love you too, you nonce.

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"It's amazin'. I'm the reason
Everybody's fired up this evenin'.
I'm exhaughted, barely breathin'
Holdin' on to what I believe in."
-Kanye West "Amazing"
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It went smoothly. Even the things that weren't supposed to go smoothly went smoothly. And now there's champagne and catcalls and cheering fans somewhere beyond a drawn curtain and laughter and popping corks and general debauchery.

And all Noel can think about as he wipes what's left of Old Gregg's face from his is what it felt like to have Julian's tongue in his mouth again; his hands gripping his arse.

Even if it was just for show.