dude iâm going to vomit if you donât tell me how this fic was supposed to end. i need answers.
I'm sorry, this ask is old but it made us laugh so much lmaoo
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Aaaaaah, that was a beautiful new chapter of Birds!!!!! Thank you so much! I almost lost any hope!!!!
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Thank you for the update, I don't want to seem insatiable but I hope we don't have to wait much until the next one, you just can't do that to your readers right now! (Layla and Ed wouldn't appreciate it either.) Chris' scene was brilliant!
No, you're not! You guys have every right to whip us into shape, we deserve it đ
Kip wrote Chris' scene, give her all the awards because in my opinion that one and Lukin's comment at the end are some of the best moments ever featured here on Birds đ
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Great mixtape! Jeff is the sweetest human being ever and I love him sooooo muchâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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I miss this story so much! I've read it too many times to count and I can't wait for the next chapter, pleaseeee â¤ď¸
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Weâre baaaack! (and Sara is feistier than ever đ)
Hi, im so happy that you re back and please is there sone hope for a new chapter of Birds? I always loved that Sara character!!!!! Thats my girl!!!!
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Chapter 27 - Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight (when itâs exactly twelve oâclock that night) [part 6]
Birds Of a Feather
Look who Monty the cat dragged in! Hope you guys are fine and are gonna enjoy this, let us know what you think about it â¨
(In the previous chapter: despite their mutual attraction, Layla and Eddie decided to spend some time together in a platonic way; Stone wasnât able to make Sara come out from the bathroom but has instead confessed her his feelings; Jeff has seen his bandmate go inside the bathroom and he knows Stone is with Sara, but what he doesnât know is that the two of them are making out)
Seattle, 31st December 1984
âHere you are! Thought you had deserted usâ
Sara snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Jeffâs voice coming from behind: she turned around as he was already strolling in her direction, and she immediately felt her mouth dry.
âIâm sorry, I-I came here to get some fresh air â I thought I was about to faint insideâ the girl stammered, pointing at the room where Itâs My Life was playing out loud âThe balcony seemed like a clever ideaâ
âIt was, just like me bringing you some fruit punchâ Jeff grinned, handing her a red cup that she gladly took.
âYouâre a lifesaver, thank youâ
âNo problemâ he went to sit on the railing, next to where now Sara was chewing the edge of her paper cup âPenny for your thoughts?â
âJust a silly recollectionâŚâ the tips of her ears instantly reddened âYouâd make fun of meâ
âI would never! I wonât, I promiseâ
âWell, I was thinking about last New Yearâs Eve, wondering how I spent itâ
âAndâŚ?â
â... and I just realized it was probably me still crying because Dennis Wilson had died a couple of days beforeâ she rested her elbows on the railing, then leaned her cheek on a hand âYou know, Beach Boysâ drummer? And a year later Iâm at a party, but I fled to the balcony because inside thereâs too many people I donât know⌠so yeah, a year may have passed but Iâm still socially awkward, ughâ
âHey, I wouldnât call âsocially awkwardâ someone whoâs having zero problems chatting with a guy sheâs known for seven monthsâ
âWhat, youâve been counting or something?â she smirked at him, her voice showing amusement at his corniness.
âEvery single dayâ
âOh, shushâ the girl immediately flushed, and Jeff couldnât help but grin triumphantly because she was trying so hard not to smile but the half dimple on the right corner of her mouth said otherwise.
âNo, but seriously â youâre doing greatâ he was quick to make himself clear âI mean, you said it yourself: going to a party full of people you donât know, with other people you barely know? In my book you sound like a total badassâ
âYou think so?â
âI doâ he looked her in the eye âBut that doesnât mean that last year you were an utter loser because you spent New Yearâs Eve crying over some dead musician⌠sounds like he meant a great deal to youâ Â
âHe does, yeahâ
âI know my Brian Wilson and my Mike Love,â he began, while she frowned at the last person mentioned âbut the other members⌠not so much, Iâm afraid â except for the drummerâs association with Manson, obviouslyâ
âYeah, I guess thatâs public domainâ Sara wrinkled her nose âWell, Dennis was the first one in the band to come out with a solo project, which I think has to be one of the saddest albums ever⌠still beautiful, though I havenât been able to listen again to it after last yearâ
âUnderstandableâ
âAnd he also made a movie with James Taylor that I have yet to watch but my father tells me itâs great â kind of a road-movie, made in the early â70sâ
âSounds like something Iâd likeâ
âI think so too; he also wrote some pretty cool songs for the band, but he was obviously overshadowed by his brotherâ she sighed âAnyway, itâs all over now so I guess it doesnât matter anymoreâ
âIt matters to you, thatâs whatâs importantâ
She adjusted her scarf, avoiding his glance, then abruptly changed topic: âI listened to your tapeâ
The bassist almost lost his balance but was able to recover at the last second: âYeah? Verdict?â
âYou should seriously start to listen to some good olâ folk, you canât live just with punk musicâ
â... thatâs your feedback?!â this time he had begun to fall backwards, so he wisely jumped off the railing.
âYeah, thatâs itâ
âUhm, I-I guess I can see your point, but I also put Bowie and Beth by KISS! Câmon, you canât tell me theyâre punk, thatâs-â
âHonestly? Thatâs the sweetest thing somebody has ever done for me â and my dad is a worthy opponent in this competition, but you beat him anywayâ the girl winked at him âYou could have made a Barry Manilow compilation and I would have appreciated it all the same, because in any case it would have been something you made thinking of meâ
âWoah, I-uhm⌠thank you? I mean-â
âAnyway, I need to lend you some tapes that I think are fundamental in the education of a person â especially for a musician like yourselfâ Sara kept on talking, then noticed he was giving her a funny look âWhat, what did I say?â
âNothing, just⌠Iâm happy you liked it, I was hoping the tape could make you understand what you mean to meâ
Even though her feet were on the ground, the girl was still able to trip over an invisible obstacle.
âErrrrr, thank God I didnât drink the vodka they offered us before, otherw-â she babbled, but was interrupted by Jeff moving closer.
â... Wanna go out with me?â
âLike, right now? We shouldnât ditch the others, it wouldnât be f-â
âNo, silly!â the guy chuckled, the wrinkles around the corners of his eyes instantly giving her butterflies in her stomach âI agree with you, right now it would be really improper: wanna do this next week?â
âYouâre⌠seriousâ
âWhy shouldnât I be? We can go to the movies and then grab something to eatâ
âJust the two of us?â
âUnless you want that pain in the ass of Stone to tag alongâ he joked, trying to ignore the annoying thought of his friend being the third wheel.
No words came out Saraâs mouth, so the guy panicked.
â... you know what, I didnât want to mess this up â just forget itâ he dismissed the previous idea with frantic gestures of his hands âIâm sorry I embarrassed you, I-â
âIâd love toâ the girl had come closer and taken his hands in hers âIâm sorry if I made you believe I didnât wanna go out with you, I just⌠Iâm surprised you invited me, thatâs allâ
âHell, to be honest Iâm surprised you acceptedâ Jeff let out a nervous chuckle, squeezing her hands in return âYou sure? Just the two of us?â
âJust the two of usâ she said in a resolute tone, grinning at him, and he finally mirrored her relaxed smile.
1985 was about to start in the best possible way.
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Seattle, VedderAmentâs place, 31st December 1990 (but not for much longer)
âItâs barely a couple of minutes to midnight!â Layla yelled into Eddieâs ear as they held to each other and swayed to the music.
<Excuse me, Miss Boulais, is it midnight? Iâd check my watch, you know, but I just canât take my eyes off you⌠JEEZ, I DIDNâT SAY IT OUT LOUD, DID I?> Eddie had a mind full of cheesy kissing pick up lines as it often happened when he was drunk or stoned.
âReally? Uhm weâre almost there then heheâ he awkwardly replied as he couldnât say if he was more inebriated by the booze, the songâs atmosphere, Laylaâs delicate flowery perfume, the warmth of her breath against his face or her body pressed against his.
âYep!â Layla knew she should have said something earlier because now, right in the middle of the party, it was impossible to have a proper conversation about anything or even say anything more than best wishes. She tried to tell herself to enjoy the moment, which wasnât bad at all, but she couldnât help but regret her lack of courage. She was an overly worried type of drunk.
<Iâm here, slow dancing with a nice guy, who also happens to be very hot, and instead of just enjoying it, I keep on brooding over what I did and didnât do...>
10! 9! 8!
They kept dancing without saying a word, until Chris started shouting the countdown and everyone at the party followed him. Eddie and Layla stopped but were still holding each other as they were howling every number too.
7! 6! 5!
<Wanna start the new year with a bang?> he couldnât help thinking as they smiled at each other during the count.
4! 3!
<Ok, thatâs enough, Iâm done! Iâll kiss him! Just like that. But what if he doesnât want to? What if he pulls away? How can I save the situation? I could kiss him and make it seem like it was a mistake. Like I could be aiming at the cheek and then oops! And then just see where it goes from there⌠If he gets into it, thatâs great, but if he doesnât I can always say âsorryâ and laugh about it and pretend nothing happened then go cry about it in my room later> Laylaâs train of thoughts was very fast in those two seconds, as she pondered about her kissing attempt.
2! 1!
<Can I be your first mistake of the year?> Eddie was disgusted but also surprised by his own creativity for pick-up lines as the last seconds of 1990 were ticking away.
HAPPY FUCKINâ NEW YEAR!!!!!
Cornell screamed from the top of his lungs as chaos started around in the apartment at the stroke of midnight, so much that the music was barely audible, although Chris had turned back up at maximum volume.
âHappy new year, Eddie!â Layla jumped and cheered and went to kiss him on the cheek. Right, on the cheek. Her previous determination gone out of the window, as always.
Eddie kissed her cheek in turn and stood staring at her with a drunk smile, considering telling her that, talking about new yearâs resolutions, he had a new one now and he was looking at it right at that moment.
âThanks, happy new year to you tooâ he said instead, keeping some dignity.
<Why canât I be uninhibited drunk instead of overthinking drunk?> Layla sighed internally as she took in Eddieâs disheveled beauty right in front of her and regretted their loser-style new yearâs kisses.
â1991 will be great for you and the band, I just know that!â the girl shook him by his shoulders and it was like he snapped up from sleep.
âI trust you. You know, talking about resolutionsâŚâ Eddie started saying and it was like he could hear himself talking but couldnât do anything to prevent it and was terrified of all the stupid shit that could come out of his mouth.
âYeah?â she asked as Eddie wouldnât go on but just started dancing with her instead.
âUh, I have a new one. I didnât mention it before because, well, itâs newâ he said after Laylaâs encouragement and was already saying a silent goodbye to his dignity.
<I just hope she had enough alcohol to believe Iâm charming and cool>
âOk, thatâs greatâ
âYeahâ he said as he kept swaying in time with the music.
âAnd what is it?â she prompted him to talk as she thought the booze was probably starting to kick in and have the best of him.
âNot be a loser anymoreâ he spoke into her ear as he stopped moving and subtly tightened his hold on the girlâs hips.
âOh. Well, thatâs, thatâs goodâ
âPucker up now, pleaseâ he looked up into her eyes and she saw an extremely serious expression on his face.
âWha-â Layla didnât have time to understand what Eddie was talking about before his lips met hers in a sudden kiss.
Layla wanted so badly to let her mind wander and mull over what was happening and the possible aftermath and consequences of it but she just couldnât. The kiss was so surprising she was caught off guard and it was just that deep type of kiss that leaves little room for thought. The rush of sensations crawling across her body was the only thing she could focus on, together with the taste of him.
Eddie pulled away only to look at her face, searching for reassurance, any hint or reaction that could tell him whether he had just fucked up big time or she liked being kissed. He had his answer in a couple of seconds, when the silent double stare broke into a mirrored dumbstruck smile.
â... Fuck itâ Layla said and he thought that it was serious if she used the F word. He managed to smirk before the girl decided that whatever it meant, whatever the consequences might be, whatever his lips were bringing, she wanted more and pulled him into a new kiss.
They were lost in each otherâs lips and it was like the outside world had ceased to exist. That was until a loud crash that sounded like an explosion broke the air and their kiss and brought them back to reality.
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âJesus H. Tap-dancing Christ, what the hell was that noise?!â Sara startled, then finally realized what had been happening for God knows how much time and immediately pushed herself away from Stone.
âSounded kinda like the roar you hear during an earthquake...â he casually observed with a smirk, touching his lips without taking his eyes off her.
âOh, thatâs magnificent⌠fuckinâ A, weâll be the first ones to drop like ants!â she growled, then kicked him in the leg âWhat the fuck are you waiting for?? Stand up, I need to go out!â
âAfter all the trouble I went to come here? Over my dead body, missyâ
âYouâre asking for itâ she kicked him again âIâve got zero problems with killing you to save myself: youâll be just a fatality caused by the earthquakeâ
âOnly if youâre gonna cry at my funeral â first row, with a Hepburn LBD and this exact perfumeâ he went on, grabbing her ankle and trying to pull her close.
â... youâre a sick motherfucker, you know that?â Sara shook him off, pushed him aside while he was guffawing and finally reached the handle âIâm not done with youâ
âThatâs exactly what I was hoping you would say, Scoutâ
âGo eat a dick, Boo Radleyâ she gave him a last fake smile then stormed out the bathroom with her ears and cheeks boiling.
<Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick, letâs hope nobody noticed my absence⌠that son of a gun needs a good kicking>
The girl stopped for a few seconds, trying to catch her breath and wondering if her lipstick had survived the havoc that Gossard had bestowed upon it, then craned her neck to see if anybody had seen what she had been up to, to no avail: the hall was empty, because apparently everybody had gathered in the living room.
âAmes, I already told ya Iâm fuckinâ sor-â
âWhat the fuck should I do with your apologies, Chris?? Wipe my ass, thatâs what Iâm gonna do!â Jeff was shouting at his (ex) friend âWhat am I supposed to tell the landlord?? âMy friend thought that shooting a goddamn confetti cannon against the ceiling would be a brilliant ideaâ?! That would surely make everything easy for me, yes sirree!â
<Do not think about that idiotâs ass, Fancini, and focus on the main news: no earthquake and Mr. Montanaâs imminent ass-kicking provided by his landlor-fuck, I thought about his ass, didnât I?>
Sara looked up, first of all trying to figure out how much did Chris actually fuck up and also to take her mind off the bassistâs butt. She noticed quite a large hole in the ceiling and a few confetti remains hanging from it.
âYou can always say itâs installation artâ Steve suggested as Lukin on his side couldnât seem to take off his squinting eyes from the confetti cannon disaster.
âYeah, it surely⌠uhm, transformed the perception of the spaceâ Layla remarked, as Sara briefly looked at her friend and couldnât help but notice Eddieâs arm looped around her waist â she didnât think too much of it.
âSure! And it will transform the landlordâs perception too as he wonât hesitate invading our personal space to kick our asses!â Jeff flailed his arms around in frustration, while Sara silently cursed him for mentioning his cute ass once again.
âCome on, itâs not bad! I mean, it is bad, but not that much. Nothing that canât be repairedâ Matt pointed out, trying to save his bandmate from the homicidal instincts of Ament.
âSure it can be repaired. At our expenses, of courseâ Jeff rubbed his face with his hands, trying to stay calm, but the people around him didnât help.
âOh! You could ask the construction company thatâs fixing our apartment! Theyâre not too expensiveâ Layla thought this would cheer the guy up a little but apparently she was wrong.
âWell, thanks a lot, Four Eyes! Theyâre cheap and all but considering how quick theyâre working at your place, do you think theyâll have the fuckinâ hole fixed on time for the next New Yearâs party?â
âCome on, Jeff, letâs not ruin the party nowâ Vedder exchanged a reassuring look with Layla and went to lighten up his bandmateâs mood.
âMe? It wasnât me, Chris ruined itâ Ament shrugged and Cornell rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time.
âHow many times do I have to apologize to you?â
âListen, weâll think about something tomorrow, Iâll try and see if I can do something. Tomorrow, though. Today weâre celebrating, ok?â Eddie went on and his attempt at keeping his friend calm wasnât totally uninterested.
<The sooner Jeff relaxes, the sooner weâll all go back to the party and the sooner Iâll go back to the smooching> he thought, hoping he was really just thinking and not saying the word smooch aloud.
âHow sweet of him, improvising as a mason⌠I bet heâd pass himself off as a firefighter or a fuckinâ astronaut just to resume his favourite activityâ Turner murmured under his breath, still bearing a sort of grudge against him because of Layla.
âHey, whatâs happening he-OH. Jeffrey, how many times did I tell you not to do jumping jacks at home? You know youâre not exactly as light as a featherâ Stone appeared out of nowhere and Sara had almost forgotten their escapade and was chuckling at his joke â at least until she turned to look at him and noticed a faint trace of her lipstick in the corner of his bottom lip.
âHAHAHAHA OH, SHUT UP GOSSARD, GIVE HIM A BREAK!â the girl laughed exaggeratedly and shoved her hand upon Stoneâs mouth as to playfully shush him up, but actually to subtly remove any evidence.
<A flamethrower would be more effective but this will do for now> she thought as she felt a sort of satisfaction in almost suffocating the guy.
Stone didnât lose his composure and with a quick move he took her wrist, twisted it lightly, kissed her hand and smirked.
âAs you wish, Miss! How can I say no to such a gentle request?â
Everybody turned to look at them with their faces scrunched up like crumpled paper; the color drained immediately from Saraâs face when she realized that all her previous caution had just been destroyed by the cocky attitude of her ex-friend.
Silence was reigning until Ament cleared his throat: âOk ok, considering everybodyâs at least as wasted as Stone, we clearly canât do anything now anywayâ he paused and looked at Stone and Sara with a weird feeling gnawing at him that he couldnât put a name on âYouâre right, Ed, weâll think about it tomorrowâ
â... Confetti holeâ Lukin said out of the blue, while Chris turned the music back up and everyone went back to their own business.
âYeah, 1991 started with a bangâ Steve snorted.
âIt looks like the sunâ his friend said seriously.
âMidnight sunâ
âConfetti sun, like it looks like the sun but itâs fakeâ
âUh-uhâ
âConfetti hole sun. Wouldnât it be a great song title?â Lukinâs face suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree.
âYeah yeah, sure. Come on, letâs go have a drinkâ Steve shook his head and led his bandmate to the kitchen as the party slowly started again.
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Thank you so much for a new chapter of birds. Im always so glad when you updated!!! Thank you so much!!!
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Chapter 27 - Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight (when itâs exactly twelve oâclock that night) [part 5]
Birds Of a Feather
A bit late because we wanted to update on occasion of Jeff Amentâs birthday but itâs the thought that counts, right? ⨠Hope youâre gonna enjoy this, thanks for your patience!
(In the previous chapters: after Mike has made her reason, Layla has decided to finally do something about her crush on Eddie; Sara has been enjoying Demriâs company but her mood has been ruined by finding Jeff with another girl in whatâs been her room for the last weeks; Stone has witnessed the entire scene and, after some failed attempts by Layla, is resolute to make Sara come out from the bathroom where she has locked herself up)
âThere you are!â Eddie came up behind Laylaâs back as she was chatting with a guy and a girl who told her they were going to be part of the bandâs crew during their first actual tour. She had known for a while that the guys were about to leave to play some gigs outside Seattle but somehow she kept thinking about it as something happening in a much more distant future.
Talking with the crew members she realized they were going to go to Canada in a little more than a week and, in less than a month, theyâd be off to California. She was thinking about Eddie and the fact sheâd be missing him and also that she and Sara would probably be back to their own apartment soon.
When she heard him call her she got startled because it was like her thoughts materialized right there beside her. She turned around and saw him standing there, holding two glasses of what looked like red wine, lips curled up in a kind of goofy smile âDid I scare you?â
âHehe no, I just didnât hear you comingâ she awkwardly replied and took one of the glasses from his hands.
<Itâs a party, itâs loud, youâre not supposed to hear anything, you didnât need to point that out>
âWine! Good idea! Hey Smitty, letâs go get some for the midnight toast as wellâ the girl told her friend as they exchanged an obvious look.
âIâve been doing toasts with Cready the whole evening, I canât miss the big one. By the way, where is he?â
âNo idea, letâs go find himâ she dragged him out of the way and left Eddie and Layla alone.
âSoâŚâ Layla smiled at him and started to talk but didnât know how to continue and hoped he would say something to fill the however pleasurable silence.
âSo⌠what about Sara? Where is she?â Eddie thought that if Layla wasnât right outside that door anymore then things must have been settled.
âOh. Sheâs still in there, with Stone. Heâs trying to talk her into starting the new year in a room thatâs not the bathroomâ she shrugged and took a sip.
âStone? And why did you leave it to Stone to solve the mystery?â the singer asked suspiciously, since he knew the two girls were inseparable and Layla sounded weirdly annoyed all of a sudden. For a fleeting moment he thought she could be jealous but immediately laughed at the idea.
âHe confessed he was the one who made her upsetâ
âItâs Stoneâs fault then? Itâs always Stoneâs faultâÂ
âHe told her Scorsese is overrated and you know sheâs a little touchy on the movie departmentâ
âOuch! Yeah, hehe, I guessed. So, she likes Coppola and Scorsese tooâ Eddie tilted his head like he was assigning new interesting information to his memory and drank some wine while the girl stopped right before drinking.
âHow do you know she likes Coppola?âÂ
âOh well, ehm, because⌠because she said it. Not like she told me directly but I think I heard her mentioning him a couple of timesâÂ
âI seeâŚâ
âITâS ALMOST MIDNIGHT, YOU FUCKERS! GO AND GET YOURSELF SOMEONE AND CHOOSE CAREFULLY WHO YOU WANT TO ENTER THE NEW YEAR WITH!â Cornell turned down the music for a second to yell his announcement, then turned it up straight away.
Eddie and Layla turned their heads to watch Chris just like everybody else in the room and, when the music was back on and their eyes met, the awkward silence was back on.
âErr, any particular New Yearâs Eveâs tradition in France?â Eddie mentally kicked himself as he spoke.Â
<What the fuck did I just say??>
âOh, well, yeah, there are many traditions for nouvel anâ she answered, taken aback by the question.
âIâm all earsâÂ
âWell, people usually go to the rĂŠveillon, that is the New Yearâs Eve party, all dressed up for the special occasionâ
âAnd I see you respected the tradition perfectlyâ the guy was feeling he was making a fool of himself with Layla but couldnât help it.
âThanks. Mmm and well, to ring in 1991 the French way the wine in our glasses should be sparkly but I prefer red so I can make an exceptionâ
âI prefer red tooâ Eddie was thinking less about the wine he was drinking and more about the color of Laylaâs top.Â
âAnd, you know, at the stroke of midnight⌠everybody wish each other a happy new year and kissâ
âLovers kissing at midnight is a tradition that goes beyond borders, I guessâ he watched as couples were starting to appear all around them and felt the urge to drink a little more.
âBut itâs not about lovers only, everybody kisses everybodyâÂ
âWHA-â
â... On the cheeksâ
âAh!â
âHehe, lovers usually sâembrassent sous le guiâ Layla added giggling at Eddieâs funny face.
âThat isâŚ? They kiss⌠like idiots?â
âThey kiss under the mistletoeâ she explained.
âIsnât that on Christmas?â
âIn France itâs a New Yearâs Eve thingâ she drank up what was left of her glass of wine and realized she hadnât thought about putting any mistletoe branch in the apartment.Â
<It wouldnât have made any difference butâŚ>
âNo mistletoe here thoughâ Eddie said, almost mirroring her thoughts.
âAnd no lovers either. At least, on my partâ she sighed as she scanned the living room and noticed people already kissing without the need to wait for midnight or to have mistletoe hanging over their heads.
âSame for meâ their eyes met again and totally unexpectedly they both burst out laughing at the same time.
âWeâre such losersâ Layla stated as she was catching her breath.
âWe can always enter the new year kissing each otherâs cheek like the losers we areâ
âAgreed!â Layla and Eddie shook hands âBut being losers, we also need more wine to enter 1991 properlyâ
âYour wish is my command, Miss Boulaisâ he offered her his arm and she gladly took it as they made their way together to the drinks table.
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âYouâve been too harsh with Mike, Gossrad⌠I would have suggested my ex-apartment but the plumbing is fucked up, just like the electrical system and everything elseâ
âNo worries, Iâm sure he has already charmed one of your neighbors â itâs a quality I envy him, to be honestâ the guitarist sighed âCâmon, Sara, let me inâ
âI wanna be alone, is that such a hard concept to grasp? I hate New Yearâs Eve, this is my normal mood for this dayâ
âBut you were totally fine before⌠has something happened to you?â
âWell, Iâm a great actress whose strongest suit is feigning happiness⌠now, seriously, nothing has happened: you must leave me alone, pleaseâÂ
He couldnât see her but the way she had just said that last word struck something within him.
âScireaâ
â... what did you say?â Â
âI said Scirea, you fool!â
âNo, you mangled that word, you big fuckinâ idiot!â the girl almost growled âAnd that was a low blow, you shouldnât have said itâ
âDesperate times call for desperate measures⌠Câmon, now you have to let me in, you canât go back on your wordâ
âI canât believe you still remember it after all these yearsâŚâ
âI know, right? Itâs just a code word that forces one of us to do whatever the other one wants, nothing remarkableâÂ
âJust like your pronunciation, geniusâ she quickly retorted, making Stone snort.
âSo? What are you waiting for?â
âYou know you just blew the chance to use it for the rest of the year, right?â
âWell, according to my watch I can survive this: itâs a quarter to midnight, after allâ
âSuit yourself,â Sara declared, finally peeping out from a crack in the door that she had just cautiously opened âbut next year Iâll have two free passes to the word and itâs mandatory, ok?â
âDealâ he smiled at her and followed her inside the room, then closed the door behind them.Â
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âHey, what time is it?â he heard the question as if it was coming from a distant voice but it actually came from the person right beside him.
It was probably due to the loud music playing at the party but mostly to the fact that his mind was somewhere else, just like his eyes, which were searching through the crowd in the living room.
At some point he looked further ahead through the foil curtain and noticed some kind of commotion near the bathroom. He clearly saw Eddie and Layla leave one after the other. Then the bathroom door opened once again and someone let Stone in.
He didnât see who was inside, but caught a glimpse of a blue silhouette and didnât like it at all.
âJeff?? Are you deaf?â
âHuh?â he immediately came back from his frozen zoned-out state and looked at the blonde right next to him, who was giving him both a perplexed and amused glance â... Itâs almost 1991, I guessâ
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âYou know he died, right?â
âWho?â Stone shifted in his seat, turning to look at the girl. They were both sitting on the floor, with their backs leaning against the door.
âScirea⌠last year, in a car accidentâ
âOh, I didnât knowâ
âYeah, you never were a big soccer fanâ Sara hugged herself âItâs a pity, he surely deserved much more fameâ
She then kept on rambling about his fate, what had caused his death, what kind of a job he was doing for Juventus and God knows what else; Stone couldnât care less about soccer, that was true, but he listened to every single word without interrupting her: if babbling about deceased soccer champions kept her from wallowing in her own misery, he wouldnât mind spending the next hours listening to her. Not at all.Â
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âAre you fuckinâ kiddinâ me??â Steve shook his head as he watched Layla and Eddie laugh together straight in front of him; in the meantime, somebody else was sitting near him and singing to himself.
âWhen I was young, I never needed anyoneâŚâ
âI canât believe she hasnât been single in like forever and now that I gave up putting the moves on her sheâs fuckinâ single, for fuckâs sake?!â
âAnd making love was just for funâŚâ
âOh shut up Elias, youâre probably still a virgin!â someone shouted behind the guy, who kept getting more and more dramatic and louder in his solo performance.
âThose days are goneâŚâ
âAnd sheâs already hooking up with some other guy â I mean, so much for being a devoted girlfriendâ
âLiving alone, I think of all the friends Iâve knownâŚâ Elias drunkenly went on and put a hand on Steveâs shoulder.
âIâm not your friend, manâ
âBut Iâm everything youâve got left so I wouldnât be so rude, you know?â Elias retorted really quickly before singing again âWhen I dial the telephone, nobodyâs homeâ
âYou donât even have a phone anymore, Dave said you forgot to pay the bill!â Matt said passing him by.Â
The red haired guy just gave him the middle finger and screamed at the top of his lungs: âALL BY MYSEEEEEELFâ
âOh, Jesus Christâ Steve facepalmed while everybody in the room looked at Elias and laughed.
âDONâT WANNA BE ALL BY MYSELF ANYMOREâ
âI canât believe even Lukin scored someone and I��m stuck here with youâ he pointed at the couch where his bandmate was busy tongue-wrestling a goth girl.
âUH! I LOVE THIS SONG!â Layla yelled out of nowhere and for a second the guitarist thought she was referring to Eliasâ rendition but then he realized she meant the song by The Church that had just come up from the big stereo in the living room. She was dragging Eddie towards the center of the room when Elias tapped Steve on his shoulder.
âShall we dance?â he asked with a hiccup.
â... I need a fuckinâ drinkâ
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Sometimes, when this place gets kind of empty
Sound of their breath fades with the light
âThis songâŚâ
âIt was Laylaâs idea, she specifically requested itâ
âTypical El: she has good taste in music but lacks some ability in the mixtape department⌠I hope she hasnât asked you to put on some Dylan or Cohen as wellâ
âHell, that would spoil the partyâ
âLambada, on the other hand⌠no contest, câmonâ Sara exclaimed in a theatrical way, making the guitarist sneer.
âAdmit it, I brightened your whole evening!â
âMore like ruined it, champâ
âDonât think you can fool me, missy; I saw you before, when you were rambling on some astrological bullshit with Demri: you were practically grinning from ear to earâ
âI told you, Iâm a fairly good actressâ
I think about the loveless fascination
âJeez, Sara, is it so hard for you to just admit you were perfectly fine before? And then something happened â and you donât wanna tell me what it was exactly â and-â he gesticulated, pointing out the bathroom and her âand you ended up here, all alone during New Yearâs Eveâ
âI told ya, this is normal for me⌠I donât enjoy New Yearâs Eve and hate parties, so put the two together and you end up with my archnemesisâ she shrugged, but wasnât able to meet his gaze.
âYouâre impossible! I saw you running in here, ok?! I saw you and Iâm still doing it right now, when nobody else is giving a shit about you!â he blurted out, and she was taken aback.
âWhat the fuck do you mean?? What, you saw me having a mental breakdown and want me to thank you because you ran here like a knight in shining armor?! Fuck off, Stone! Just what am I supposed to do to make yâall understand you have to leave me alone?! Tell me, what-â the girl stopped because she felt her voice already quivering.
<Fuckinâ great, Fancini! Have yourself a good cry, given how itâs been hours since you last cried your eyes out! And do it in front of somebody who probably still appreciated you and now will lose all the respect he had for you! Great fuckinâ job, you outdid yourself>
âHey⌠hey, itâs okâ he said, putting a hand on her shoulder, but she pulled back.
âNothingâs ok, understood? Nothing! And itâs all because he...â she finally sobbed, her eyes immediately watering like they had wanted to do ever since she had turned that goddamn light on.Â
<... ever since that July afternoon>
Under the Milky Way tonight
âForget about him, ok? Letâs not talk about himâ the guy kept on babbling.
âHow⌠how can you ask me to forget him?â she snapped out of it and recoiled, shooting him a glance full of both desperation and disgust for what he had just said.
âOk, then you donât have to forget him,â he rolled his eyes, mustering all the patience he could âbut we can talk about someone more important â youâ
âMe? More important? Whatâs that supposed to mean?âÂ
âIt means that youâll stay silent and Iâll say every single thing that makes you awesome and hopefully you wonât feel like shit anymoreâ
âThen you can cut it out already, thereâs nothing you can say that can make me feel betterâ the girl hid her face between her knees, hugging her legs âAnd it would only be a waste of time, I havenât done a single positive thing in years⌠Iâm just tired, I wanna be aloneâ Â
Lower the curtain down on Memphis
Lower the curtain down, alright
âYouâre so articulate and well-spoken it honestly puts to shame a lot of men who think you arenât worthy of their time, and somebody should seriously tell âem itâs actually them who donât deserve to waste your timeâ the guitarist cleared his throat, then resumed speaking without looking at her âThe way your mind works⌠you can have a conversation about everything, there isnât a single topic you canât tackle â and yeah, Iâm talking about science too: you may have been terrible at it in school, but outside? Whenever the newspaper had a story on the latest scientific discovery, you were always the first of us to know itâ
He heard her sniffle quietly and took her silence as a sign to keep on going.
I got no time for private consultation
âYouâre always unapologetically yourself, for better or worse; you stand up for yourself and the ones you love, but also for people you donât know at all â hell, you must be the bravest person I knowâ he heaved a sigh, his eyes never leaving the tile they had been staring at for the past five minutes âYouâre a force to be reckoned with, truly you are⌠and I know you always carry some snacks in your backpack so you can feed stray cats â a shitty person doesnât do thatâ
At those words the girl raised her head immediately and looked at him with wide eyes: âHowâŚ?â
Under the Milky Way tonight
âFive years ago⌠every time a Queen song came on the radio, I used to think of you and what you might be doing in Florence: were you still attending gigs? Did you speak Italian with an American accent, just like you spoke English with an Italian accent? Did you still fly into a rage if anybody said that Hot Space was a shitty album?â he had ignored her previous question, but now finally found the courage to turn and look her in the eye âDid you still have that half dimple when you smiled all embarrassed? You know that kind of smile, the tight-lipped oneâ
Wish I knew what you were looking for
âPlease, donât look at me!â Sara immediately turned away, almost shrieking âIâm a monster: I have a runny nose and Iâm sure my make-up is all smudgedâ
The guitarist put his hands on her shoulders and made her face him again, then started to wipe her nose with some toilet paper.
â... I look like a fucked-up panda, donât I?â she muttered after a while, finally regaining her voice.
âYou just have a nose as cute as a button and as red as the one of a certain reindeer, the rest is just like it was before⌠oops, except for the eyesâ
âWhat? What is it?? Theyâre red, arenât they?? Fuck, Iâm not ready to say goodbye to my reputation as a badas-â
âTheyâre shining, bratâ he poked her nose with his index âCrying apparently suits you, but Iâd appreciate it if in the future itâll happen because youâre laughing too muchâ
âOh, shushâ she pouted and shoved him, making him chuckle because avoiding her pushes was becoming increasingly harder but, most of all, because her half dimple had just appeared on the right corner of her mouth. Â
Might have known what you would find
After a while Stone was finally able to stop her, taking her hands in his without looking away.Â
âEver since Iâve known you, the ending of Chaplinâs City Lights has been able to move me, because before I didnât understand it⌠I had never experienced what the Tramp goes through with the flower girlâ he sighed and gave her a sad smile, slightly squeezing her hands âI donât get tired of you the way I get tired of other peopleâ
And itâs something quite peculiar
Something shimmering and white
âStone, what-what are you trying to tell me?â the girl looked quizzically at him but squeezed back his hands.
âI donât know,â he raised a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear âwhat do you think it is?âÂ
It leads you here, despite your destination
Neither of them could tell who had been the first one to move, but now Sara was straddling him and he was holding her face in his hands and they were kissing â heavily.
She could still hear the song faintly playing in the background, but all she could focus on right now was how Stone had been looking at her, the feeling of his lips against her own and the way he was still holding her, like she was the most precious thing he had ever laid eyes on.
She touched his cheek and felt it was smooth, almost boyish (not strong and stubbly as the one she would have liked to stroke), and the realization made her angry; she instinctively proceeded to run her fingers through his hair, eliciting a moan from him, and pictured a pair of hazel eyes behind her eyelids that turned immediately into green ones.
She shut her eyes with all her might until all she could see were lazy stars, then dizzily abandoned herself to passion, as if she were living somebody elseâs life.Â
Under the Milky Way tonight
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Happy birthday, Sara! I'm an Aquarius too... BUT Lukin đ¤Śââď¸đ and Mike đ and Layla and Ed đ¤Śââď¸đ¤Śââď¸đ¤Śââď¸ and Jeff đ đ đ and Sara đ˘... sorry, I'm to tired to write coherent feedback but it was great (as usual), thank you! And it was Stone's fault, it always is.
Girl!! Weâre so sorry for this late reply, ugh
Thanks for the birthday wishes (now I wanna know when is your birthday, my fellow Aquarius, and I hope you spent it in a wonderful way!) and yes, itâs always Stoneâs fault... definitely (even though every character here is a fuckinâ idiot, but we donât talk about that đđ
Thank you again for the lovely message, @shewantedtobeasecretgirl! đ¸đ¸
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Hi, thankou so, so much fir a new chapter!!!!!!!
Hiiiii! Thank you for reading it! đđ
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Chapter 27 - Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight (when itâs exactly twelve oâclock that night) [part 4]
Birds Of a Feather
Today is Saraâs birthday (both the author and the fictional one!) so we decided to come out of our usual hiatus to post a silly update and let yâall know that weâre grateful to have such wonderful, loyal readers that havenât given up on us ⨠Hope youâre gonna enjoy this!
(In the previous chapters: the game of Never Have I Ever has been intense, to say the least, and now the guests are left to go on with the party with the aftermath of thoughts and memories that the game brought up)
The game finally ended and, unsurprisingly to everyone, Elias was the undisputed winner. Nevertheless, he laughed it off, saying he just lied and avoided drinking when he could have done it because heâd rather have the others get drunk so he could make fun of them.
The gang didnât even pretend to believe his version.Â
They hated him more when Layla came up with the idea for the prize. Elias was already rubbing his hands, expecting a kiss or something similar, but it turned out the girl wanted to award him by revealing to him the solution to her previous game.
âSorry, Layla, but I gotta tell you, you donât know what you just did thereâ Mike shook his head as she walked him by with two full glasses in her hands.
âHehe, what?â she stopped to talk to him and after an awkward couple of seconds handed him one of the drinks. She had meant to catch up with Eddie, offer him the drink, drink up her stronger one for some liquid courage, and tell him that she liked him.Â
But now there she was, talking to Cready, and didnât want to seem rude, keeping the alcohol to herself.
âYou put a big weapon in the hands of the wrong person, that is Elias. Now the guyâs gonna go to every girl in the room and use it as a bargaining chip to get something out of itâ Mike explained keeping a straight face, something that made her laugh in his face âDonât laugh, Iâm not joking!â
âYouâre an evil genius, how did you come up with such a plan? I bet Elias didnât even think about that!â
âUhm, I donât know⌠but I bet you didnât think about it. Or youâd have already used it with a certain someoneâŚâ he remarked and hid his smile drinking a sip from his glass.
âWhat the hell are you talking about, Michael? Youâre drunkâ Layla tried to sound dismissive but was actually smiling.
âIâm talking about things, you know. Things that should be done. And if youâre gonna do things, New Yearâs Eve is the night â I mean, itâs the mother of all nights, isnât it?â
âThe mother of nights to do⌠things?â Layla asked with an arched eyebrow.
âExactly. Like, itâs New Yearâs Eve! Itâs a big eventâ
âA big doing-things eventâ the girl nodded suspiciously.
âYou almost feel like you have to do things tonightâ
âOk but no. This idea of having to do things... itâs kinda clichĂŠ. Isnât New Yearâs Eve just so overrated?âÂ
âMaybe. I guess you donât need to ring in the New Year doing things⌠if you actually do things during the rest of the year too. But if you donâtâŚâ Mike didnât finish his sentence, keeping the weird theoretical conversation on a very practical matter going.Â
âAnd what if I wanna start doing things tomorrow?â
âWell, itâs almost tomorrow, so...â he shrugged and took Layla by her wrist, showing her her own watch.Â
âHalf past eleven? Already?â Layla emptied her glass at once and handed it to Mike, then left and went around the apartment looking for someone, finally determined.Â
<New Yearâs resolution #1: doing things>Â
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Sara was quietly sipping on her fruit punch when the stereo system started to blast Lambada at full volume; after she recovered from a near death by choking, she proceeded to look for the person responsible for that atrocity.
Meanwhile, around her some people had begun to dance to the tune in a totally unironical way â that made her quicken her pace.
âI knew I shouldnât have left you in charge of the mixtape!â she finally gave the culprit a push from behind âYouâre a fuckinâ asshole, you know that?â
âIâve been told, once or twice...â Stone gave her a lazy smile âWhat, you donât approve of my musical choices?â
âFuck offâ the girl started to walk away, then suddenly stopped âOh, by the way: all these years youâve been pulling my leg by saying Iâm the shortest person youâve ever known? Get your eyes checked, champâ she nodded in Demriâs direction while looking pointedly at him.
âThatâs because she doesnât count â sheâs like some kind of nymphâ
âOh, wow, a nymphâ Sara kept her deadpan face but seemed to stress the last word âAnd that makes me aâŚ?â
â... a person with dwarf ancestry, no doubt about itâ
âI hope you choke on one of those stupid pretzels you made Layla buyâ she cut it short and made her way to a group of people from where Demri was calling her.
âHey, girl! Iâve been meaning to ask you: what sign are you? âCause I have a faint idea of what you might be, but I wanna make sure I havenât lost my touchâ
âAquarius, what about you?â
âI knew it! Weâre neighbour signs, Iâm a Pisces and I simply adore Aquarius peopleâ Demri grinned enthusiastically, then looked at the others âTheyâre so full of knowledge and different interests, they always show you a point of view you would have never thought to see from, they-â
âOk, ok, enough with this astrology bullshitâ Stone interrupted her, having apparently joined the group âWe get it, you really like playing the little witch but cut us some slack, pleaseâ
âHey, itâs not bullshit! The planets are actually involved in shaping our personalit-â
âYeah? Then why Chris and I were born on the same day but heâs like that and Iâm like this?â
âI guess you can blame genetics for thatâ Sara blurted out, making Layne chuckle loudly enough to get the stink eye from the guitarist.
â... thatâs because you both have Sun in Cancer but were born in two completely different years, so all the other planets and signs are different too! Itâs not so hard to get it, Stoney â this must be the hundredth time Iâm explaining it to yaâ the other girl didnât miss a beat, and Sara could have kissed her then and there for the way she had just handed Stoneâs ass to him â his embarrassed shitface was priceless.
âSo⌠how does this work? How can you actually know which planet is in which sign?â Chris seemed to show genuine interest about the topic, and Demri gave him a radiant grin.
âWell, beside the birthdate you also have to take into account the time and birthplace you were born⌠the latitude and longitude and all those things, and you have to do some calculations to figure out the results, but you use some printed tables to help you with thatâ she sighed âI knew I had to bring my manual here! Itâs old so the tables arenât up to date, but they would have been good enough for our birthdates⌠fuck my lifeâ
âHey, Iâve got one huge book that Layla gave me for my last birthday â if Iâm not mistaken, the tables there go until 2020⌠I could lend it to you a few days so you can xerox the pages you need and then we could meet someplace so you can give it back to me? What do you say?â
Sara didnât have to wait for an answer because the other girl had literally jumped on her and was hugging her tightly.
âYouâre the best Aquarius Iâve ever met! God, I love you, you crazy, beautiful peopleâ
âI take it you approve, greatâ Sara chuckled âJust lemme go in my room to see where I put it â the sooner I start to look for it, the sooner youâll be able to shed some light upon these amateursâ miserable livesâ
She shot a cheeky wink in Demriâs direction and then proceeded to make her way to her room.
<Who would have thought to find a fellow astrology enthusiast right here? I have to concede to Layla that, after all, giving this party wasnât such a bad ideaâŚ>
The girl smiled to herself: the day was reaching its end but it looked like it wasnât going to be an entire failure â not something she would have expected after what had happened in the afternoon.
She finally opened the door, a hand already going to flick the roomâs light on, and when she turned she stood petrified.
Apparently, there already were a couple of people on her bed: a girl with a blonde bob was straddling a guy â at least, the hands that were struggling to unclasp her bra seemed to belong to a man.
The confirmation came when the hidden figure stuck his head out and revealed himself to be none other than Jeffrey Allen Ament.
âOh â Iâm so-sorry, Iâll just go⌠donât let me disturb the two of youâ she muttered as stiffly as she could, then mustered all her strength and bolted out of the room.  Â
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The ice cubes in the drinks Layla had been holding in her hands were melting. She had fixed two more for Eddie and her but hadnât approached the singer yet â and not because she couldnât find him.Â
There he was, sitting on the couch, totally absorbed in a conversation with Matt Lukin, who was also sharing a joint with him.Â
Layla found herself fantasizing about what the hell those two could be talking about, whether they were having a deep philosophical debate or they were just trying to answer age-old questions like âWhat do teeth taste like?â, âWhich armrest at the movie theater is yours?â, âDo pets name their owners?â, âIs the S or the C silent in SCENT?â
The girl realized her drinks were warm and downed them both, hoping they would make her more talkative. Right after that she went to grab two beer cans from the fridge and walked through the people at the party up to Eddie at a moderately fast pace.Â
Eddie saw her coming towards him with some anticipation and just smiled at her.
âAnd thatâs why itâs called sand, I swear to godâ Lukin pointed out as she was in front of her.
âAnd why is that?â Layla asked and Matt shot her a glance and sighed, as if she was asking a question with an obvious answer.
âBecause itâs between the sea and the land, of courseâ Â
âRight, Iâve never thought about it!â she said as she handed one beer to Eddie.
âWhatâs up, El? Are you having fun?â Vedder asked her and for a moment she thought that was probably the first time he called her like that: that was how Sara called her.
She couldnât say if it was a good or bad sign but didnât think too much about it.Â
âYeah, the partyâs been pretty successful so far⌠I mean, it didnât turn into a disaster yet and nothing is on fire in the house, so yeah, everythingâs alrightâ the girl replied and couldnât help being surprised by the number of words which were escaping her mouth.Â
<Couldnât I simply say YES, WHAT ABOUT YOU? I guess itâs the alcohol speakingâŚ>
âAnd how come we say things are on fire while itâs actually fire being on things? Ever wondered about that?â Lukin questioned the two as he snatched the beer can from Laylaâs hand âThank you, darlingâ
âOh youâre welcome! And no⌠honestly Iâve never thought about that. Well, Eddie, can you just come with me for a second?â
<Smooth, Layla, very smooth> she did a mental facepalm at how obvious she must have sounded.
âWhat did I do?â the singer asked, suddenly alarmed, and Layla giggled and thought that he probably was too stoned to even understand shit.
âHaha nothing, I just need you⌠err, need you for somethingâ she pointed at somewhere vaguely around the hall with her thumb.
âUh ok, sure!â Vedder sprang up from the couch and took a last hit before handing what was left of the joint to Lukin.
Layla started walking and gestured for Eddie to follow her. When he did she suddenly felt scared â actually terrified.
She hadnât practiced any speech, she hadnât practiced anything, she just decided sheâd tell him and now she had no idea how to practically do it.
âWhere are we going?â he talked into her ear as she was slowly walking through the people in the living room.
âUhm⌠just⌠DOWN THEREâŚâ she didnât turn around to answer and thought that yelling over the music was a much better option than finding herself face to face with Eddie just yet.
âAre we leaving the house?â Eddie frowned as the two of them found themselves beside the front door of the apartment.
âOh no, I just, I thought of a quiet place, you know? To talk and stuff. And I think itâs quieter, here, donât you think?â Layla said and knew that talk and stuff was up to her and it was too late to back away now.
âIt is. I honestly thought you wanted to save me from Lukinâs existential questionsâÂ
âHehe well, also. But I also wanted to talk to youâ
âOh. About what?â a million things rushed through Eddieâs mind right then. What if she wanted to tell him she was getting back with her boyfriend? What if it was the opposite? What if it had nothing to do about them at all? What if it was just the solution to her mysterious gameâŚ
<Yeah, that must be it, stop building your usual castles in the air>
âAbout⌠about things and⌠failure, you know?â
âFailure? What do you mean?â he asked confused.
âI mean⌠you can fail either if you do things without thinking about them or if you think about things without actually doing them, right?â
âYeahâŚ?â Eddie nodded and squinted at her, trying to guess where she was going with this.
âAnd this is one of those there-are-two-types-of-people things. And I think I belong to the second type, I always didâ
âUh-huhâ
âLike, Iâm the one who always thinks about doing or saying stuff but rarely does. I'm that type of failureâ
âI have to disagree with thatâ
âWhat?â Layla was surprised but also somehow relieved about Eddie interrupting her, so she could have a few seconds more to figure out what the hell she was talking about and where she was heading with all this nonsense.
âYou didnât think too much about crowd surfing at our last show, well, not during our set but⌠I mean, youâre thoughtful and all but sometimes youâre capable of such impetuous acts. And youâre everything but a failureâ
Layla didnât know if she was more surprised at what Eddie thought of her or for the fact he could use the word impetuous while high.Â
âWell, I wish I was more impetuous in everyday life and not just at rock concertsâÂ
âWhy are you telling me this?â
âItâs⌠itâs just Mikeâs fault!â
âMike?â
âYeah, we were talking about New Yearâs resolutions and stuff like thatâ
âDo you wanna know what my resolution is?â Eddie asked, still suspicious about the whole conversation.
<So is that what itâs all about? New Yearâs small talk?>
âYes, pleaseâÂ
âWell⌠my resolution for 1991 is⌠to record this album and not to suck too much, to finally try and make an actual living of this thing that everybody in my family calls a hobby, you know? To play as many shows as I can. And not be fired by Stoneâ Eddie said and he wanted to add Kiss you to the list but he wasnât intoxicated enough to say that out loud.
âOh well, thatâs a very interesting bunch of resolutionsâ
âWhat about yours? Being more impetuous andâŚ?â
âAndâŚâ
<And tell you that Iâve been thinking about you, a lot. I think about you even when youâre right there with me. Like, Iâm even thinking about you right now. Basically I always think about you. But not in a creepy way. Itâs not like Iâm listening at your door all the time. Iâve actually done it only once. Or twice. Itâs not like I check the time when you get back home at night when Iâm casually awake. Because itâs not like I stay awake on purpose waiting for you when youâre out at night. Itâs definitely not like I picture your face while listening to your tape when youâre not around. Itâs not like I listen to that cassette all the fucking time or anything. Well, to the casual observer of my thoughts it may look like Iâm kinda creepy, like Iâve been thinking of you in a marginally creepy way⌠Oh my god, why am I telling you this? Wait, Iâm not actually telling you! Itâs all in my head so⌠nevermind>
â... and get my masterâs degree and find a real job. And get back into swimmingâ
<See? Iâm totally not thinking about you at all>
âThatâs coolâÂ
âWell, I used to be a pro. I canât be a pro anymore, I donât wanna be, I just wanna do it more. I just love being in the waterâ
âI see. I love that tooâ Eddie agreed and came closer as Layla backed up until she had her back against the door. At the same time, without knowing, they were both thinking about being in the water together.
âAnyway, Iâm sure youâre gonna reach all your goals. If the record is half as good as the demo, then itâll be hugeâ Layla snapped out of her water fantasy, while out of the corner of her eye she spotted an ocean blue sparkly blur pushing its way through the living room and running across the hallway behind Eddieâs back.
âWow, well, thank youâ the guy was inches away from her but she was now focused on her friend, getting into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.
<What the fuck is happening?>
â... I gotta peeâ
âHuh?â
âYeah, gotta go. Itâs almost midnight so⌠see you next year, hahahaâ she nervously added and walked away, just like that, leaving a confused Eddie staring at the front door. Â
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âSeems like sheâs conjuring that book directly from Marsâ Stone dead-panned: it had been a while ever since he had seen Sara going into her room.
This time Layne didnât laugh at him but thanks to his remark â to his wounded egoâs relief â and had instantly gained a slap on the nape provided by his girlfriend.
âThe more time passes, the more insufferable you become, Stoneyâ Demri huffed âItâs like you have some kind of biological need to pester anyone who has the misfortune of being on your way-nevermind! My ally has come out of the cave unscathed!â she added, after seeing the other girl finally exiting the room.
Stone turned again and there she was, striding through the hallway like some sort of acid-tripped Starry Night.
âHuh, looks like her treasure hunt didnât go wellâ Layne remarked, noticing how her hands were empty; furthermore, she kept on walking without sparing their group a single glance until she disappeared from their view.
âAnnnnnd sheâs goneâ Chris clicked his tongue and raised his glass high in some sort of toast to Sara.
âSheâs gone but the real question is: where is she going?â Staley looked alternatively at his girlfriend, Cornell and Gossard, the latter remaining suspiciously silent.
âAnd why?â Chris added after taking a sip.
âWhy? Well, given the expression on her face and the fact she didnât seem to give a shit about us or the rest of the world, I think itâs pretty obvious sheâs upset for something⌠or someoneâ Demri pointed out âBut that could be just my stupid Pisces intuition talking, donât mind meâ
<Tsk, it doesnât take an astrologist to tell that the girlâs fucking mad> Stone thought but it wasnât until he spotted a very well-known person in the corner that it all clicked in his mind.Â
When he saw Jeff rushing into the hallway, looking around, followed by a blonde girl who was talking to him while fixing her shirt, it all started making sense.
<That poor excuse for a vertebrateâŚ.> the guitarist shook his head and scrubbed his hand across his face in frustration.
âI need a drinkâ he said, excusing himself from the small circle of friends, and apparently walked up into the kitchen. Instead, he made a bee line to wherever Sara went.Â
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âSara? Come on, Sara! Whatâs up? Just tell me if youâre ok in thereâ Layla had been knocking on the bathroomâs door for a couple of minutes when Eddie first and Stone soon after showed up behind her.
âWhatâs happening?â the guitarist tried to assess the situation, without mentioning what he had just witnessed.
âItâs Sara,â the other guy answered him, while Layla proceeded to increase the knockingâs intensity, hoping to bother the other girl enough to let her into the bathroom âI think sheâs not feeling goodâ
âOh â you think it has something to do with the food? Or maybe there are too many people in here and she felt dizzy...â Stone kept on feigning ignorance about the real cause of the girlâs distress.
âI donât know, it could be? Layla and I just happened to see her run in this direction and decided to follow her to see what we could do, but she doesnât seem to be willing to cooperate with usâ
âAnd can you tell us what are you doing here, Stone?â Layla huffed, upset because her best friend still had to answer to her pleas to open the door âThe less people we are, the more chances we have to make her feel a bit betterâ
âNothing, I swear I was up to nothingâ he raised his hands âI was just going to get myself something to drink when I saw you guys quickly walking in this direction and thought that I should check on you, thatâs allâÂ
âWhat if she⌠you know⌠took something andâŚâ Eddie scratched his nape, casually speculating, but Layla and Stone shushed him up almost at the same time.
âWhat? No way, manâ
âSaraâs not into that stuff. I know what happened. Itâs all Jeffâs faultâ the girl pointed out and Gossard was surprised to hear that.Â
<Did she see them too?> he wondered. But if that was the case, he was mostly surprised that Layla would mention it at all.Â
âWhy Jeff? What did he do?â the singer questioned, thinking of another typical round of Sara and Jeff quarrelling and being at each otherâs throat. Eddie thought maybe Jeff could have gone too far this time.
âI told him to go to Pike Place Market but I bet he didnât!â she said, still frantically pounding on the door.
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â Stone had no idea what was going through the girlâs head and looked at Eddie, who seemed equally perplexed.
âIt took him little time to do all the grocery shopping I asked him to do for the party. I specifically told him to go to Pike Place to buy seafood but he came back with some low quality prawns he must have bought in some fucking convenience store or something closer to home. Sorry Sara, I should have known better!â the girl added the last sentence directly addressing the bathroom door in a louder voice.
Stone laughed internally at Laylaâs assumption, whereas Eddie thought she must be really worried if she used the F word.
âWell, darling, if it makes you feel any better Iâm not hearing retching sounds coming from the inside, so I think the food poisoning hypothesis can be excludedâ the guitarist patted her on the shoulder, but she kept on knocking on the door.
âIâm sorry to inform you that I wonât feel better until my best friend comes out of the cave! She doesnât know it yet, but I make a damn good Jack Torrance impression and Iâm honestly itching to let her see itâ
â... ouch, maybe itâs better if I go looking for something to drink for her, the situation is quickly escalatingâ Eddie added and began to walk in the kitchenâs direction, hoping to find something for himself as well.
âPlease, let it be some chamomile tea because she doesnât need any more Godzilla fuelâ Stone shouted at him, avoiding a brutal push from Layla, who had heard everything.
âCanât you just stop being sassy for a minute? Iâm worried, for real, canât you see it?â
âYou donât need to be, trust me. Saraâs ok, nothing happened, reallyâÂ
âHow can you say that?â the girl felt he was keeping something from her.Â
âBecause I knowâ
âAnd how do you know?â
âBecause⌠Well, I was there so I know what happened. And it was nothing. Sara is just making a scene for nothing â which is typical of her, lemme tell yaâ
âWhy do I feel youâve got something to do with that nothing that happened?â Layla looked at him suspiciously.
<I knew he was up to something the moment he arrived! After all, he was talking to her like five minutes before she fled into the bathroom, it must be Stoneâs fault!>
âOk ok, I give in! Iâll confess.â Stone raised his hands as a defeat sign and said the first thing that came up to his mind âWe were discussing movies and I just shared one maybe slightly unpopular opinionâ
âThat isâŚ?â
âI just said that Martin Scorsese is overratedâ
âYOU SAID WHAT?â
âI mean, he directed a bunch of pretty decent movies but-â
âA bunch of decent movies? Did you use these exact words?â Layla now could see why Sara wouldnât want anything to do with the world outside the bathroom.
âYeah, more or less. Anyway, he did something good but⌠err, I just find him so boring, you knowâ
âWell I think I can speak on behalf of Sara and say you can stick your unpopular opinion up to your you-know-where and apologize to her, Martin and the movie industryâ she folded her arms and started tapping her toe as if she was actually waiting for apologies.
âAnd that was what I was expecting, I was expecting her to tell me to fuck off as usual but she just up and left. Maybe sheâs in a bad moodâ Stone shrugged and silently prayed for the girl to believe his bullshit.
âYeah, sheâs been in a weird mood all dayâ Layla recalled her friend disappearing the whole afternoon and then reacting strangely during their drinking game.
âIâll apologize to herâ
âGood. Just do itâ
âBut⌠I canât do it if you stay hereâ
âHahaha and why? Are you shy all of a sudden?â
âItâs hard for me, you knowâ
âAre you like the poor manâs version of the Fonz? Who canât physically say Iâm sorry?â
âSort ofâŚâ
âI donât know if I can leave you and Sara alone, can I trust you?â she sincerely asked.
âOh for fuckâs sake, sure you can! Iâm not Jeffâ Stone retorted and his remark had multiple meanings but Layla could only grasp one of them, the most obvious one.
âOk, come on Sara, tell this guy off and get out of here! Itâs almost midnight!â she addressed her friend again with one last weak knock on the bathroom door and then went back into the living room.
âScout, the coast is clear⌠now you can come outâ
Stone had waited for Layla to disappear before addressing again the door; there was silence, when finally a croaky voice came from inside the bathroom.
â... that makes you Boo Radley, I supposeâ
The guitarist smiled to himself: âI guess it doesâ
âI appreciate the sentiment but I just wanna stay aloneâ
âAnd monopolize the bathroom for the whole evening? Nuh-uh, missy, I wonât all-â
âStoney, what are you doing here, talking with the bathroom door?â a wild McCready appeared out of thin air, looking at his bandmate in a mildly concerned way.
âJust trying to find out if itâs made of oak or pineâ
âWell, try to get an answer really soon because I must go inside!â
âJeez, Mikey, you know you can smoke from the balcony, right? Nobodyâs going to call the policeâ
âWhat did you understand??â Mike grabbed him by the shoulders and started to shake him âI already did that, weâre talking about another kind of emergency!â
âWhat? You lost your contacts and need to put in another pair?â
âI NEED TO SHIT! There, I said it! Are you happy, now???âÂ
â... you could have done it from the startâ
âThatâs what I was trying to doâ
â... too bad we have another emergency going on, so you should find another suitable place for your crap â literallyâÂ
âWHAT THE FUC-â
âIn your shoes, I wouldnât get excited⌠you never know when shitâs about to hit the fanâ
âFuck off you and your shitty puns, Stone! Where am I supposed to go??â Mike whined, shifting his weight from one leg to another with little jumps.
âI donât know, you could shit in Jeffâs bass case? Or hidden behind the ficus plants, but pay attention because Elias might still be lurking thereâŚâ
âIâm going to knock on some apartment doors and the first that opens to me is gonna be the chosen savior!â McCready made his way to the front door, but stopped halfway âDonât think Iâm gonna forget how merciless youâve been with me, Iâm having mine served coldâ
âHope youâre not talking about your imminent masterpiece, CreadyâŚâ
âFUCK OFF, STONEâ and, thus said, the victim ran outside the VedderAment residence.Â
Gossard let out a huge breath of relief, then turned again towards the door: âNow, where were we?â Â
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"he hadnât been there when the outburst had taken place but he surely had comforted Jeff after it: thatâs how those two rolled, talking shit about each other but always rushing to the aid of the other one whenever something â someone â terrible had happened to him." I loved this bit, that's exactly how I imagine Stone and Jeff's friendship, thank you so much for writing this!!
Aw, thank you! đ Those two are really the best couple out there, huh? â¤ď¸
Jokes aside, it really is great thinking how many difficulties Stone and Jeff have tackled together, friendships like theirs are precious and must be protected at all costsâ¨
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Hey, however much this fandom here is changing (okay, dying), I'll be your reader until I get too senile to remember who the members of PJ are! (Okay, I'm already too senile to remember who Elias is but that doesn't count.) I loved the chapter and now that Layla and Ed cleared up the misunderstandings, I DEMAND at least a kiss! đ And Sara and Jeff, come on, stop pouting. I want to play "I have never" with this bunch of dorks so much!!! And drunk Lukin is the ultimate party feature! Thank you!!!
Thank you, darling! Weâre so happy to know that you willingly let yourself be our victim đ (Elias is Dave Krusenâs cousin and Saraâs co-worker at Easy Street Records)Â
Asking Jeff and Sara to stop pouting is like asking Layla and Ed to wake up and finally get together... weâll see how it goes! đ
Drunk Lukin is too powerful so we have to ration his appearance ahahÂ
And yeah, weâd also love to play Never Have I Ever with the whole gang â¨
Thank you for the lovely message! đ
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Hi, I can´t wait for a new chapter. Sara and Eddie are my favorite characters!!!!
Hope you liked our latest chapter, even if we posted it after so many months! đ¤
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