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harder to be a gentleman, part three
May. 30th, 2003 12:14 amthanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dementedpinup for getting me to write a bit tonight...sorry, it so short, but i have to go to bed...
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Key Member: jack, of course
Synopsis: girl meets boy backstage
Rating: well, i tend to come from the smutbiscuit school of fanfic, so it will probably get NC-17 at some point. right now, though, its pretty G-rated.
Genre: drama, romance?
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If he was harried at all when he arrived on my doorstep several hours later, I would have never noticed. When I opened my door, he simply stood there with a sweet smile across his lips, his fingers grasping a road map in one hand and the other behind his back. He was wearing a pair of black slacks, black creepers, and a black and red striped shirt. I wondered to myself if he always wore his signature colors or if perhaps, because he was expected to wear them so much, those were the only colors he owned. I nearly verbalized my query, but was quieted, much to my surprise, by his presenting me with a rather large sunflower with the hand that had been hidden behind him.
( will they or won't they? read on... )
dementedpinup for getting me to write a bit tonight...sorry, it so short, but i have to go to bed... _____________________
Key Member: jack, of course
Synopsis: girl meets boy backstage
Rating: well, i tend to come from the smutbiscuit school of fanfic, so it will probably get NC-17 at some point. right now, though, its pretty G-rated.
Genre: drama, romance?
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If he was harried at all when he arrived on my doorstep several hours later, I would have never noticed. When I opened my door, he simply stood there with a sweet smile across his lips, his fingers grasping a road map in one hand and the other behind his back. He was wearing a pair of black slacks, black creepers, and a black and red striped shirt. I wondered to myself if he always wore his signature colors or if perhaps, because he was expected to wear them so much, those were the only colors he owned. I nearly verbalized my query, but was quieted, much to my surprise, by his presenting me with a rather large sunflower with the hand that had been hidden behind him.
( will they or won't they? read on... )
