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Post by Ian Crawford on Jul 31, 2011 2:22:06 GMT -5
Ian's eyes sparkled as he took the cone, unable to conjur up full grammatically-correct sentences. "Ice cream!" he ended up exclaiming like a small child after stumbling over his own words of thanks, feeling a keysmash in his brain. Ian really loved ice cream. Well, not just ice cream. Basically anything with too much sugar that dentists disapproved of. Ian didn't like dentists anyway; he'd eat whatever he wanted. And this ice cream cone was no exception. "Sir Dallon Weekes, if you're trying to win me over with this delicious dessert...you have succeeded," he said between licks as they headed back to the tourbus. As expected, Zack looked pissed off. Ian nearly dropped what was left of his cone. "Maybe we should just run back to McDonald's."
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Jul 31, 2011 3:33:04 GMT -5
Dallon shook his head and laughed. So cute. "Hey Zack, you forgot to feed us... again...." He gave a little whine as he said it. Zack shook his head, " You idiots have to play in 2 hours." So much for exploring with Ian. Dallon sighed and climbed back onto the tour bus.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Aug 6, 2011 1:41:34 GMT -5
Ian stuck his tongue out at Zack. All work and no play. He was probably right though, and they were staying in London for an extra day before heading out to a different part of England, so there was always the next day for adventuring. He stepped into the bus, followed by Zack who shut the door so they could get to the venue in time to set up and rehearse. Brendon and Spencer were sitting at the small table, Brendon of course full of smiles when he saw Dallon and Ian enter. Ian finished the rest of his ice cream a bit regretfully; goodbye sweet dessert.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Aug 6, 2011 17:27:47 GMT -5
Dallon went to his bunk first to get his things. Tonight he would spice up his costume. Only kidding, he'd be wearing his bow tie as always. Stage gay was a weird concept that had been brought to him. 'fans fucking love it!' Brendon had told him before kissing him that night on stage. Yeah Dallon probably enjoyed it too much. And yeah he might have preferred it if it had been Ian. Adrenaline was adrenaline though. When Brendon did his act with Ian however, the jealousy pooled in the pit of his stomach. He took a shower and came out bow tie around neck. "I'm out!" he announced grabbing the blow dryer.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Aug 16, 2011 2:03:59 GMT -5
Ian laid out, facedown on his bed. His hair was messy and he had slight stubble on his chin. He should shower, but it just felt pretty superfluous considering how sweaty they'd get on stage. Those lights were damn bright. He turned his head and peeked at the shirtless Dallon with wet hair. He swallowed a moan. That wasn't fair. No one that good-looking should be allowed to wear clothing. Ian mentally voted that Dallon play shirtless every night, knowing it wouldn't actually happen. One could dream. "I'll pass- I'll just end up taking a shower after the show anyway. All yours, Bren."
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Aug 16, 2011 8:34:21 GMT -5
Dallon rolled his eyes and pulled on his shirt. "We get to go to one of those meet and greets, wouldn't it be nice if you at least shaved for the Tweens?" He teased softly. Dallon blow dried his hair sloppily, just enough not to get shocked. He had a habbit of humming while he did things. Today he was humming old 80's glam rock as he finished getting dressed. "Ian~" He whined poking Ian in the side. "Come on little buddy, time to go be told how much they love us." He was being sarcastic of course. Last meet and greet he was informed someone would impale themselves if Jon didn't come back. Needless to say he skipped the next couple events. It was still nice to get off the bus. "I will buy you ice cream again."
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Post by Ian Crawford on Aug 17, 2011 1:44:58 GMT -5
Ian rubbed his prickly chin. Did it really matter? The fangirls weren't super keen over Dallon and him joining the guys yet anyway. He'd received a few threats so far, but mostly fans gave him dirty looks. If they vocalized their hatred, it was usually about how much better Ryan had been. Ian tried not to take the comments to heart. He wished the meet-and-greets weren't mandatory for them, especially since they weren't official members, but apparently that didn't change things. He repressed a squeak when Dallon poked him. At least Ian wasn't the only with displeased fans on his case. Though the Jon-lovers didn't seem to be as...vocal. He perked up at the prospect of more ice cream- that better be a promise. He would be sure to hold Dallon to it. After hopping off the bed to quickly ready himself for the public, they set off to the venue.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Aug 17, 2011 2:12:51 GMT -5
The meet and greet went by smoother this time. No one really talked to him but he made stupid faces when he was told. They found themselves waiting on the edge of the stage for Fun. to finish. He was a seasoned musician he didn't get nervous. There was something hot and itchy about tonight. Maybe it was the thought of Brendon grinding up against Ian tonight. Maybe he should? He thought about that last statement okay so he's calling Breezy as soon as he gets on the bus. After he bought Ian ice cream. His priorities are odd. He smiled at Ian brightly.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Aug 18, 2011 0:44:55 GMT -5
No death threats at the meet and greet. Perhaps the Londoners weren't as bitter about the break-up. More likely, they just got lucky. Ian kind of just stood around, took pictures when asked, signed a few autographs. He couldn't help but be a little relieved that he wasn't Brendon or Spencer; he loved being a musician, but he was nervous talking to people, fans included. Ian stood at the edge of the stage behind the curtain where the crowd couldn't see as he watched fun. perform their last few songs. His stomach swarmed with butterflies. Dallon shot him a grin, and he tried to return it with a smile of his own, though it ended looking shaky. They all knew he had the worst stage fright. Once on stage playing and singing he was alright, but the pre-show jitters never ceased to appear.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Aug 18, 2011 5:57:06 GMT -5
Dallon placed his hand on Ian's shoulder. "That was a sorry ass excuse of a smile." He smiled even brighter down at Ian. "Do you need a pep talk? I can give you one. Unless you don't need to be reminded what a talented, charming musician you are." He let go of Ian to ruffle his own hair. Brendon motioned that he was going to kiss Dallon and Dallon made a noise. "Listen just do it for the ice cream then." The crowd was already chanting their names. Dallon gave Ian one more steady smile before following Spencer out.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Aug 18, 2011 16:17:36 GMT -5
Ian smiled shyly at the compliments. "Naw, thanks though. You know about my pre-show nerves. They'll go away after we start playing." His shoulder tingled at Dallon's touch, feeling extra empty when Dallon removed his hand. Brendon gestured to Dallon about the stage kiss. Ian's stomach dropped. It was just the jealousy, of course. But he couldn't help it. Brendon was lucky. Their intimate encounters during performances were acceptable because they were just that: performances. Ian would never actually be able to get that close to Dallon. He liked Breezy a lot. He could never do that to her...or the kids. No matter how he felt about the married man. "Yeah, I'll try," he gave Dallon a half-smile about the ice cream. Maybe that would cheer him up afterwards. He put on a grin for the crowd as he followed them onto the stage.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Aug 18, 2011 17:12:52 GMT -5
They played well, like always really. Dallon gravitated towards the center of the stage. He leaned up comfortably against Ian. It was nicer than it should be. Touching Ian, but Dallon still leaned against him. The crowd didn't seem to notice until Brendon sauntered over and wrapped his arms around the two. A perfectly fine moment ruined by Brendon. They played their encore and made their way off. "I'm going to get ice cream I'll be back later." He yawned.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Aug 23, 2011 16:08:38 GMT -5
The crowd was excited, cheering the band name throughout the set. Ian tried not to glance too much across the stage at Dallon, but it was hard not to. He had an amazing stage presence and Ian liked to watch. He sung back-up with Dallon, grinned and spun around a bunch. There really wasn't anything else in the world like performing. Having the crowd sing along, jump and dance to the music they were playing. Ian moved backwards to the center of the stage, a little surprised when he felt someone's warm back press against his. He automatically assumed it was Brendon, but...Brendon was at the mic. And Spencer was at the drums, so...he swallowed and tried to focus on playing guitar and not on how his back was pressed up against Dallon's. It didn't last long before Brendon slung his arms around the two, pulling Dallon especially close to him. Ian went back to his mic, ignoring the fact that Brendon was probably kissing Dallon at that particular moment. After the encore, Ian was feeling better. Tired, yet full of energy. And sweaty. He wanted to take a shower and lie down. "Okay," he smiled at Dallon before he left, butterflies in his stomach.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Aug 23, 2011 16:21:15 GMT -5
"Oh I'm coming too!" Brendon announced running after him. "You smell go take a shower," Dallon said on his way out the door. It didn't detour Brendon who still went with him. They got back an hour later with food. A lot of food. Dallon had bought one of those huge tubs of ice cream with all the flavors swirled together. On the side he'd written Ian's name in red letters, to Brendon's dismay. Dallon flopped down on the couch happily. He was sore from playing, but he didn't want to sleep just yet. And by yet I mean he hadn't gotten a call from Breezy and she would be livid if he fell asleep on her again. He watched Brendon and Spencer play guitar hero until they went to bed. "Go to sleep Ian" Dallon whispered.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Aug 23, 2011 19:03:29 GMT -5
Spencer and Ian headed back to the van, Zack staying behind to make sure the techies wouldn't put away the equipment in the wrong place (which happened more often than one would expect). "First shower!" Ian said quickly, running up the van's two steps past Spencer, who just rolled his eyes in amusement. Dallon and Brendon came back when Spencer was finished showering. Ian was too lazy to do anything about his hair so he just let it air dry- it was a curly mess anyway. He sat at the little booth in the kitchen area, his stomach fluttered at the sight of the ice cream tub just for him. "Oh my god, Dallon. You didn't have to get me a giant tub of ice cream, this thing is huge," Ian said, smiling brightly. He searched through the kitchen drawers for a spoon and dug in, moaning happily. "I luff ishe cweam sho much" he mumbled, mouth full. He knew he sounded stupid but it didn't really matter. Dallon bought him a huge container of multi-flavored ice cream. He swallowed before looking at Dallon. "You're the best, man. Seriously." ~ Ice cream stowed safely in the freezer (it barely fit, but they made it work), Ian laid on his back on the bunk above Dallon, wondering if he was asleep like the other two. Maybe he shouldn't have eaten all that sugary stuff. Now he couldn't sleep. He contemplated going for a walk. "Go to sleep, Ian." He peeked over the bunk's edge and stared down at Dallon. "Can't. And I don't see you sleeping, Mr. Weekes."
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