Cone and Deryck

Tue, 19 Sep 2006 09:12:24 GMT

Title: A Magical Adventure In Wonderland.
Author: somelamekid, sinsofyesterday, radiostation_x
Pairing: Deryck/Cone/Billie Joe Armstrong.
Rating: PG13.
Disclaimer: ...Never happened.
Summary: LMFAOFLAMFO JUST READ IT.

(tehe.)

Megans Story. part: 2.

Fri, 15 Sep 2006 16:36:06 GMT

After Deryck and Cone were done they sighed.

"how long can this go on for?"

"until the joke grows old"

"...they're immature... this will take sometime..."

"haha it's big"

Megans Story.

Sat, 09 Sep 2006 05:27:54 GMT

Once upon a time Deryck and Cone had anal. the end.

Sat, 13 May 2006 12:27:28 GMT

Dave left Sum 41... I think everyone is heart broken right now.

Deryck said he wouldnt be replaced on the slag book last night and that it would only be the three of them... +le sigh+

<3Kristina

Sat, 22 Apr 2006 20:03:12 GMT

Title: Life or whatever.
Author: Breakingthec0de
Pairing: Cone/Deryck
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Dont own, never happened, i just own the sick little mind this was written by.
Summary: Cone has family problems, he moves, and meets deryck...yeah, its more interesting if you just read it...lol

CHAPTERS 3 AND 4.

chapter 3 and 4

Ch 3 DERYCKS POV

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Damn you alarm clock, damn you….awww fuck, its Monday already?? Damn….

I slowly got up and trudged my way into the bathroom. I took a piss, and then wandered back into my room. I grabbed my Pennywise shirt off the floor and sniffed it. Deciding it was clean enough, I threw it on, along with new boxers, and brown dickies. I grabbed my adidas, and walked back into the bathroom. I looked at my self in the mirror. Nothing bad today, clear face, basically, and whatever else…I globbed some gel into my sleep matted hair, and spiked it with ease, since it was used to being like that anyway. I was glad everything was cooperating today, because for some reason, I really wanted to impress that Cone kid, but who knows, I probably won’t even see him today…wow, I’m lame. I quickly brushed my teeth, and rushed down the stairs, cuz I had realized I was running a little late.

“See ya later ma!” I yelled from the front door, to where ever she was.

She walked out of the kitchen, and smiled that concerned mother smile. “Don’t you want anything for breakfast first?” she asked.

“Nah,” I replied, “I’m running late as it is.” I finished as I opened the front door. “See ya!” I jumped down the couple of steps to the walk, and then jogged down the path toward the sidewalk. I realized, that strangely, I was in a very good mood today.

Then I saw Cone walking about 20 feet in front of me. “HEY! CONE!” I yelled, running up to him.

He stopped when I caught up to him, and smiled down at me, “hey.” He said.

“Hey man, whats up?” I asked punching him lightly in the arm. I noticed that he winced a little but didn’t make a big deal of it “Dude, what happened to your face??” I asked noticing the huge black eye he had.

His smile faltered a little, and then said “oh, ha, I walked into a door while we were moving stuff this weekend, I’m such a klutz sometimes…” he laughed.

“I know what you mean, ha, I’m probably worse…” I laughed at myself, and then we kept walking.

It was then that I looked down at his tee-shirt, and it happened to be the same exact one I was wearing. “Dude! You like Pennywise??” I asked pointing at his shirt.

He looked down at his shirt, and then back up at me “…apparently…” he said with a “well duh” kind of look on his face.
I laughed at my stupid comment, and then unzipped my hoodie, to reveal the same exact tee shirt. “Well, I guess I do too…”

He looked at my tee shirt and then down at his. “Dude, not cool, we match.”

“Yeah well, whatever, ill just leave my sweatshirt on all day, like a normally do, no big deal.” I said shrugging.

“Ok,” he said “can you play any of their stuff?” he asked.

“Yeah, on guitar.” I answered. “Can you?”

“Uh huh.” He said nodding.

“On guitar?” I asked feebly, hoping it wasn’t.

“Nah, bass.” He said looking down at the sidewalk, as we walked along.

“DUDE! YOU PLAY BASS?!!?!?!?!” I almost screamed, jumping up and down.

“Uhh, that IS what I just said, isn’t it?” he said, looking at me like I should be placed in a loony bin or something of the same effect.

“DUDE! NO WAY!” I freaked.

“uhmmm, yes way?” he asked raising an eyebrow and giving me that “jeez, where the fuck did I find you?” face.

“Dude, my band….you play bass…we need….come play….will be finished…DUDE!” I rambled.

“Wait, make a whole comprehendible sentence first, then try and tell me what the fuck is going on, because I am so confused right now.” He said, and then looked around to see if anyone was watching this loony freak out next to him, he probably thought I was some sort of retard or something.

“Oh, sorry.” I apologized. “I was just saying that, my band needs a bass player, do you wanna maybe come by later and try out at practice today or something?”

“Sure, he said, where’s practice?” He asked looking at me like a wasn’t retarded anymore.

“Oh, it’s just at my house, so you know where to go.” I answered.

“Cool” he said, and it almost seemed like he was unphased by the prospect of being in probably the best band in all of Ajax, well, he didn’t know that, so that could be part of it, but whatever.

Finally, we got to school, right on time too, and the bell rang to tell us we had 5 minutes to get to our classes. But instead, I took Cone to the guidance office to get his schedule.

“Hey Lola!” I said greeting the secretary sitting at her desk, shuffling papers around.

“Hey Hun, how are you?” She asked with a sugary sweet tone to he voice and a smile on her face (Lola loved me, cuz I was always in there, cuz I got in trouble a lot, but she thought I was a sweet kid, and she has gotten me out of a heck of a lot of detentions too…) “Are in trouble before school has even started?” She asked standing up, and putting her hands on her hips. “What am I going to do with you Deryck?” she asked sarcastically. “OOOOH! Who’s your friend? Did you get him in trouble too, Deryck? How come I’ve never seen him around here before?” she asked quickly.

“No, Lola, I didn’t get in trouble yet, and this is Cone, he just moved here. And no, I haven’t gotten him in trouble yet either.” I smiled”

“Hello Cone” she said still smiling. “Well, ok, then I guess ill have to get you a schedule won’t I?” she asked, not expecting an answer. “Would you like to be in Deryck’s classes, since you seem to be suck good friends?” she asked while typing something into the computer.

“That would be nice, thank you.” Cone answered politely.

Lola smiled up at him, and then handed him his schedule, locker number and a late pass for both of us, because the bell had already rung to inform us that we were late. “You boys have a nice day now.” She said as we walked out of the office. “And Cone!” she said quickly, and we stopped, and he turned around. “Good choice in friends, Deryck is a good kid, but I better not see you in here as often as I see him…” she smiled.

“I’ll make sure of it ma’am.” He said, and we walked down the hall to find his locker, which wound up being right across the hall from mine. So we stopped at our lockers, threw our stuff in, and got whatever we needed for 1st, 2nd, and 3rd period.

I showed him to where our History class is, and we walked in. Everyone looked up at us, and then started whispering to each other. Mr. Daniels looked up at us, from his desk, and got up and walked over to us. “Deryck, you’re late.” He said flatly…oh, I forgot to tell you, Mr. Daniels hates me. “And who is this?” he asked looking at Cone.

CH 4 CONES POV

“Cone McCaslin, sir. I’m new.” I replied, giving Mr. Daniels the most innocent smile he could muster, and handed him the late pass.

“Ok, well, Whibley, get McCaslin a book, and take your seat, McCaslin, you can have he seat behind Whibley, and next to Jocz.” Mr. Daniels said coldly. “AND MR. JOCZ WAKE UP! MY CLASS IS NO PLACE FOR SLEEPING!” Mr. Daniels screamed at a guy sleeping in the back of the class.

The Jocz kid sat bolt upright and looked around. I figured that I was supposed to sit next to him, so I walked over to the empty seat, and sat down.

“who are you?” the kid asked.

“Cone. You?” I asked trying to keep my cool. This kid was kind of pretty though, he had short blonde hair, and blue-grey eyes. He had on black and white Converse, and a black tee-shirt that said. “I’m only laughing because you suck.”

“Steve. I’m Deryck’s friend…What kind of name is “Cone”?” he asked making a face at my name.

“It’s a nickname, but I don’t like my real name, so, I’m Cone.” I said laughing.

“Oh, ok.” He answered. “Hey Der, what’s up, how was your weekend, Avril-less?” Steve asked Deryck when he came back, while doing some sort of handshake thing.

“Dude, not too bad, but please, don’t bring her up…she pisses me off… I’m glad we’re done.” Deryck answered shaking his head.

“Good thing too.” Said this guy from next to Deryck, he was black, and had his hair spiked, and half of it was bleach blonde. He also had a nose ring, a lip ring, and he had his eyebrow pierced. This guy was totally not your normal black guy, which was kind of funny. He was also wearing a black tee-shirt and had on Vans. “Who’s your new friend Deryck?” He asked motioning towards me.

“Oh, Dave, this is Cone, Cone, this is Dave, there, now, does everyone know each other?” Deryck asked.

“Yup.” All three of us said in unison.

“Ok, good.” Deryck said.

“BAKSH, WHIBLEY, JOCZ, AND MCCASLIN! THIS IS NOT SOCIAL HOUR, SHUT UP AND PAY ATTENTION BEFORE I SEND YOU ALL DOWN TO THE OFFICE!” Mr. Daniels screamed over at us.

“…go ahead…”Steve mumbled to the other 3 of us. And we all laughed.

“I HEARD THAT! ALL FOUR OF YOU! OFFICE! NOW!” Mr. Daniels bellowed.

So, the four of us picked up our crap, and headed back down to the office, where I was, only a half an hour ago.

But, instead, Dave steered us toward the bathroom. “Fuck this.” He said “I’m not getting in trouble this early.” We all agreed, and followed him to the bathroom.

We hung out in there till the bell rang, basically just screwing around and whatever.

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so yeah, nothing interesting going on yet...dont worry, soon. So yeah, leave some love!!

Sat, 15 Apr 2006 18:54:29 GMT

BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTCHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sat, 15 Apr 2006 17:00:53 GMT

Cone fluttered his eyes open and looked around, the bus had stopped and it was bright out. Cone stretched, he cracked his knuckles and yawned standing up slowly. Steve walked out the bathroom

"hey hey Cone" he said to him, Cone rubbed his head and nodded

"hey Steve" Cone said, scratching his arm and opening a fridge door, looking for food. Steve stood in front of him and shut the fridge door, he took a gulp of milk from the carton

"Deryck said you have a crush on Avril..." Steve said, smirking. Cone blushed and laughed nervously

"oh-oh..uhm, that? yeah, uhm that was a- yeah that was just uhh..." Cone hesitated, not sure what to say. Stevo looked at him

"she likes you too"

There was a moment of silence in the bus, Cone looked at him

"what?"

Steve laughed "she likes you, man" he said and patted his back. Cone was speechless, all the wind in him had been taken out, Cone went paler than usual...which was hard to tell. Cone gasped for air, Stevo frowned

"you okay, dude?" Cone nodded, gasping for air. Steve was confused

"you sure you're okay?" Cone nodded, still taking his inhailer. Steve stood over him "just breathe, dude"

Cone calmed down "so...does Deryck know?" he asked "that, she likes me?"

Steve smiled and sat in front of him "she told him, Deryck was thrilled...so he told her to go for you" Cone looked at him with wide eyes, he looked around

"i need a paper bag" he said between breaths.

"what?"

"GIVE ME A PAPER BAG" he screamed, Stevo jumped, startled and got him a bag. Cone breathed into the bag, extremely shocked. Deryck walked on the bus, at that point, needing the bag a whole lot more.

"whats going-"

"I dont know" Steve said shrugging. Deryck frowned "i just told him bout Avril and he took a panic attack"

Cone stopped, the bag still at his mouth, he looked at Deryck, who stared back at him, they just looked at eachother for a while. Deryck walked to his bunk, getting something. Cone slowly pulled the bag away

"I dont...well I dont.."

"what?" Deryck and Stevo asked in unison, Cone paused looking at Steve who had food for everyone in his hands

"...eat tuna..?" Cone sighed, never able to get the truth out.

Part 5
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Deryck woke up, the stench of alchohal in his bunk. Deryckm frowned, rising up from his bed and rubbing his head. Deryck looked around, he was topless and had a pair of jeans on, Deryck checked under the covers to see he hadnt bumped uglies with anyone (hahaha)

Deryck sighed, nobody there, he got out of his bed slowly and yawned scratching the back of his neck. Deryck went to the far end of the bus, it was about eleven in the morning and he had a hangover...not a good start, Deryck took sips of his glass of water and sighed, sitting there. Derycks mind was in so many different places right now.

Cone lay in the bunk above Derycks, he looked at the ceiling and sighed. Cones eyes were going blurry as he could feel the breeze from outside drift past him. Cone closed his eyes for a moment, moistening them again, he sighed and turned his head looking toward the door. Cone was wearing sweat pants and an old white shirt, he reached for his glasses and sat up

"fuck" he complained as he hit his head off the ceiling again, Cone really shouldnt be sleeping at the top of the bunk, seeing as he is very tall. Cone rubbed his sore head and jumped down from the bunk. Cone yawned, going to the far end of the bus.

"yo D" he said quietly. Deryck smiled and nodded

"hey"

Cone sighed and shut the fridge, a sunny delight in his hand "Deryck, you know that thing about Avril?"

"Avie to you, amigo" Deryck said taking a drink with a sigh. Cone laughed nervously

"heh heh, yeah...well uhm, the thing is, I dont-"

"morning" said a voice coming from the door, Avril walked in "hey Cone" she winked. Cone looked at a beer bottle

'now would be a good time to start drinking'

"uhm, hi" Cone said, trying to make his way to the bathroom

"hey, Cone? you free tonight?" Deryck rolled his eyes when Avril asked that and stood up, walking toward the door

"no" Cone said. Deryck paused, standing there

"oh...but I thought you were-"

"well, Im free...but, uh..no" he said, the corners of Derycks mouth turned to a grin. Avril stood there awkwardly

"uh...okay, whatever" she said, frowning and rolling her eyes. Avril scratched her head and slowly went toward the door, her hand rested on the handle and she turned to Deryck "hey Deryck, are you fr-"

"no" Deryck snapped and pushed her out the door, slamming it in her face. Cone laughed

"serves the bitch right" Cone said. Deryck frowned

"I thought you liked her"

Cone laughed "no...I didnt, I just..said I did"

Deryck frowned, confused "why?" Cone sighed

"I just...said it to cover something" Cone said "now do you want juice?"

Deryck frowned "cover what up?"

"nothing" Cone said

"but you just said-"

"forget what I said, i dont like her, okay?!" Cone said, getting angry. Deryck glared, annoyed at this secrecy. After a moment of silence and thinking, Deryck looked at him

"so what is i-"

"DERYCK I DONT WANT TO FUCKING TALK ABOUT IT!" Cone yelled, going outside and toward the small cafe. Not caring he was only in his sweats, he sat with Steve who frowned at him, Cone was starting to tear up. Stevo frowned and put an arm round him

"Cone, you okay?" he asked, concerned.

Cone shook his head and lifted it, he looked at Stevo "I think i love Deryck"

Stevo paused, dropping his breakfast and staring at him.
he thought to himself. Part 6 (sorry tis short)
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"love? are you sure its love?" Dave asked with Steve, Cone sighed, they were sitting on his bed.

"either its love or ive eaten something really bad to make my heart beat faster when I see him" Cone said looking down. Dave and Steve were so shocked

"have you ever liked-"

"no, this is my first guy crush..." Cone sighed, he was wearing a black shirt that said 'you can suck my cock till a million o clock'

Deryck walked on the bus, he frowned looking at Cone, he'd gone pink.

"Cone, whats wrong?" he asked, knowing that something was wrong with Cone when he turned pink

"he just got a call from..uhh, Kristina" At that point Cone felt all depressed again and he went pink. Deryck sighed and sat beside him

"you should forget her, man" Deryck sighed, Cone looked at him

-Flashback-

"Kristina, dont, please, dont" Cone pleaded getting on his knees and hugging her waist. Kristina had tears streaming down her face, she paused looking at his face, he cried hard "Kristina dont leave me" he cried, he found it hard to breathe from crying so hard. Cone rested his head on her stomach "i cant live without you Kristina, I love you" he said, crying harder.

Kristina cried, holding his head

"I cant do this" she said and pushed him away, leaving him alone on his knees on the floor. Cone cried, curling up into a ball on the floor and feeling a dark pit increase in his stomach.

-end of flashback-

Cone shivered "it hurts still..." he said softly. Deryck held him close to his chest and let him cry into him. Cone was really crying deeply over Deryck, the breathing started to shake. Stevo and dave joined in the group hug, Cone was pressed up against Derycks soft chest as he cried...Deryck should never know the real reason why...

<3<3<3Did I do it right?!<3<3<3

Sat, 08 Apr 2006 10:53:06 GMT

Title: Subject To Change
Author:Kizz00 aka Kristina
Rating:Teen
Pairing:Cone/Deryck
Disclaimer: dunno what that means
Dedication:dunno what this means
Summary: The band have gone on tour for a while, but Deryck has had alot of girlfriends, Cone would always make them leave him...although when he and Avril engage, he realises why

God, have i done it right?!

"Im gona KILL YA!" Stevo said holding onto Cones waist and throwing him around, Cone laughed as his legs un controllably rambled around the place. Deryck was in hysterics, he grabbed the very dizzy Cone as he stumbled toward him. Stevo dissappeared with the camera outside. Deryck smiled, laughing still, Cone looked at him smiling with his color filled eyes. Deryck looked at him for a while, they locked dazes and held them. Deryck then stood up and coughed, grabbing Cone by the arm and pulling him up. Cone looked down in dissapointment, he coughed also...for a moment, he treasured the moment in which Deryck pulled him up with his hand. Cone stood there, head height above Deryck, he wanted to grab him for a kiss so badly...but it was like there was a barrier there, stopping him. Deryck had his hands in his pockets, looking up at him, they stared again. Cone wanted this so badly, Deryck sighed and looked down "we should get going"

Cone sighed, and nodded, they walked away together in silence.

"Im so glad we finally met up" Avril said as Deryck led her onto the tour bus, smiling. Cone was reading a book, he looked up and over his book, rolling his eyes behind the black frames of his glasses. Little did he know that Deryck saw him roll his eyes, Deryck looked at Avril

'he likes her?! what does he see in her? ugh, she's not even got that much of a personality, sure she's hott but...she's dull'
Deryck thought to himself 'i wonder what would happen If-'

"Deryck?" Avril looked at him, Deryck snapped and looked at her

"yeah?"

"did you hear what I said?!" she asked, bitterly. Deryck laughed nervously

"sorry sweetie, I was just so busy looking at how pretty you were" he said and kissed her forehead. Avril giggled, charmed. Cone groaned, rolling his eyes. Deryck turned around

"something the matter, Cone?" he asked a little annoyed. Cone smiled innocently and shook his head

"I just have a bad cough, you'd better keep 'certain things' away D...they could infect you and end up hurting you" Cone said, smirking evily, walking to the back. Deryck cocked his head to one side, glaring at Cones comment. Steve and Dave tried to pretend they hadnt heard it. Avril glared at him

"ugh, who does that bastard think he is, he's a fucking moron. YOU FUCKING GAY" she laughed, knowing he was bisexual. Steve, Dave and Deryck shot dirty looks and glares at her

"shut the fuck up" Deryck said, angrily, Avril laughed

"come on, Its Cone...you cant say to me that he's..an okay person" she said, bursting into fits of laughter "he's a fucking bi, and its weird"
Stevo stood up, raising his hand to slap her hard untill Dave grabbed his arm. Avril stood back, looking at him shocked. Deryck sighed and shook his head, holding it.

"I think you should leave" Deryck said to her. Avril laughed, thinking it was a joke, she looked at him

"seriously?!" she looked at him, angry "but we just had a me-"

"just LEAVE" Deryck yelled. Avril looked at him, she turned around and left. Derycks brown eyes looked to the back of the bus, where he searched for Cone, but he was nowhere in sight.

Cone sat on the floor, his back pressed against the wall of the bus, he turned his head, listening to Avril and Deryck. Cone couldnt see them, but he heard Deryck tell her to leave. Cone smiled to himself, he lay his head back on the wall, smiling as he drifted off to sleep.

woohoo I got lj-cut goin!!!

<3

Fri, 07 Apr 2006 15:05:15 GMT

part 2

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Deryck licked the envelope and smiled, stamping it. Cone looked at him

"she said we're the 'guys'?" he said laughing. Deryck glared "she barely knows me, except for the stuff she looks up about us on the internet"

"SHUT UP" Deryck said leaving the room, slamming the door on his way out. Cone stared at the door, the colour in his eyes darkened and became flat...like a flower never watered. Cone looked away and scratched his neck, sniffing. Cone knew he could never feel the same way, Deryck was straight and that was the end of it. He looked down at his white converse and stood up, his belt and pants hung over his green and blue checkered boxers [[is it just me or is Cones underwear shmexy? XD]] Cone stretched, nearly touching the ceiling, as he then showed more of his boxers. Then he walked over to the desk in the hotel room, there were so many pictures of him and 'Avie' he just wanted to rip them all up and burn them so badly...but he knew Deryck would hate him. Cone ran his hand across the many sheets of paper, they were all letters from Avril. Cone looked at the bottom of each letter 'love Avie xxx' Each and everyone stated three x's. Cone glared in anger.

'If he were mine, Id fill the whole page with kisses' Cone said to himself, putting the letters down. Cone looked at some other pictures, there was a picture with Deryck and Paris. Cone loved Paris, she was a great person, sure, he was jealous of him and her dating, but she was a really awesome friend. Then he came across Rayvans picture... Cone tricked her into falling in love with him, they ended up having sex one night and Cone convinced her into leaving. He said it wasnt right, he loved her too, but Deryck was his best friend, and staying would only make his feelings stronger. Cone was a very good liar.

Cone turned round a picture which faced the wall, it was the band. Cones eyes stung, he hated how he treasured these girls...more than his band members. Cone couldnt look at it anymore, he walked out and slammed the door shut, the picture of the entire band..then fell flat on its face.

<3<3<3Hi, i started a story<3<3<3

Fri, 07 Apr 2006 11:26:25 GMT

hi, Im not really new here, i just havent posted anything. I decided to start a Cone/Deryck story today because I have written a Cone and Deryck story already seperately...tell me what yew think =)

+++Subject To Change-Cone/slash/Deryck+++

Part 1
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"one, two, three!"

"HA paper beats rock"

"god dammit" Deryck groaned sitting down as Cone took the last slice of pizza. Cone smiled, a mouthful of pepperoni in his mouth

"this is a mans game, D" Cone smiled. Deryck frowned, folding his arms.

"well Jayson why are you playing it?" Stevo asked walking in the room with a video camera

"dont film me, dont film me, dont FILM ME!" Cone said covering the camera. Deryck laughed at Cones tantrum and stood up on the couch, jumping up and down.

Cone jumped on the couch aswell, throwing himself at Deryck and tackling him to the bed. Stevo laughed

"yeah, you guys just had to come clean some time"

Cone smiled licking Derycks cheek and standing up

"ewww, dude" Deryck said wiping his cheek, he blushed a little though. Stevo faced the camera at himself and laughed

"yes ladies, not only can I bust outta jail in two seconds but I can also give you gay porn" and he walked out talking to the camera.

"Tell me why cant you see Its not the way"

"not the way"

"when we all fall down it will be too late, why is there no reason we cant change"

"no reason"

"when we all fall down it will be too late, what will it take"

Deryck, Stevo, Cone and Dave all smiled playing, doing what they did best. They finished their last song

"goodnight New York!!!" Deryck yelled as they all walked off stage, throwing their drumsticks at the crowd and picks. Deryck jumped on Cones back, recieving a piggy back. Cone groaned

"go climb on Stevos back!" he said, laughing. Deryck held him tightly, till Cone spun him round and Deryck fell off his back and onto the floor. The two fell over in hysterics laughing. Cone smiled, his secret...safe for now.

Deryck ran toward the bed and jumped on it, sitting down

"SHE WROTE, SHE WROTE, SHE WROTE!" he yelled continuesly, ripping the envelope open and reading the letter. Cone rolled his eyes under his black framed glasses and shook his head.

Deryck,

I've just finished my show in Paris, man I dont understand a word these guys say! hahaha! It was a good show, Josh got a bottle thrown at him though...some kids kept calling us posers again, he got a cut above his eyebrow. Shame.

My next show is in Germany. God, Europe is huge! Ive done 6 shows so far and I have 7 more to do!!! arghh!

Well, Im having fun, lots of kids here to sign autographs for and Im getting alot of attention, heeheehee. I miss you alot, and the others too, Im hoping to see you next week cause I know you guys are playing in London so I reschedueled to see you.

Im just in my tour bus right now, but I have to go now, seeing as this is the only chance I'll have to send this without fans coming up to me, the coast is clear so Im going to post it, Love you lots.

-Avie xxx

"awww, I miss her so much" Deryck sighed, smiling. Cone mimiced behind him

"ooh, Avie's so special and talented, meh!" he murmered to himself.

"what?" Deryck asked

"nothing"

"you said Avie" Deryck frowned

"no I was just sneezing" Cone smiled innocently. Deryck raised an eyebrow

"okay...Im gona write back!" he said smiling, getting to his feet and grabbing a pen and paper.

Cone groaned and fell backward onto the bed, grabbing his hair in frustration.

SOMETHING NEW AND DIFFERENT!

Thu, 02 Mar 2006 18:03:43 GMT

Title: Life
Author: breakingthec0de (sum41willcome4u)
Pairing: cone/deryck...duh.
Rating: R, or NC-17
Disclaimer: Dont own, didnt happen...maybe next time...
Summary: Cone has familiy problems, his house burns down so he moves to Canada, and meets Deryck...blah blah blah...just read it, you know you want to.

uhh...yeah, the prologue is in highschool_fks...2 pages back of entrys..but...yeah...its not all that important...

ok heres the stuff leading up to this scene, in italics, and in Derycks POV

"uhh...sorry..." he apologized, holding out his hand to help me up.

"Watch it asshole." i said coldly ignoring his hand, and standing up on my own.

Deryck's POV

CH.1

I instantly regretted that, this guy must have been at least 6 feet tall, or something. I was only 5'5"...short stature, big temper...doesn’t go well together...

I looked at this guy again. He had spiky blonde hair. The clearest blue eyes i had ever seen, and he was really skinny...almost like he was starved or something...

"Hey, I said I was sorry." he said defensively.

“…eh, whatever, it’s ok, I’m not having a very good day anyway…” I said, feeling my anger drain away at the sincerity of his voice.

“…yeah, I don’t think I will be either…” he said more to himself, rather than me as he watched a car drive up the road.

“Umm…what’s your name?” I asked.

“Jay, but I’d much rather you call me Cone…don’t ask…” He laughed, as he fidgeted in place, and looked behind him again towards the direction the car was going.

“…oh, ok…Cone…I’m Deryck.” I said wondering to myself why he wanted to be called Cone.

“How old are you?” he asked trying to keep the conversation going, but he was still fidgeting around, like he wanted to leave.

“17, you?” I asked.

“I’m 17 too!” he answered becoming a bit happier.

“How come I’ve never seen you in school before?” I asked out of sheer curiosity.

“Oh, I just moved here, I start on Monday.” He answered looking at his shoes, and STILL fidgeting around, he must have been really nervous…

“Ok, cool.” I said, nodding my head.

There was a slightly awkward silence, then he looked up the street again.

“….ummm, look, I gotta get home. “he said, and I noticed a lot of worry in his face.

“Ok, Ill see you on Monday,” I replied as he turned and ran up the street.

“K, bye! He shouted over his shoulder.

I watched him run up the street, and turn down what must have been his driveway, and bolt into his house.
I walked into my house, and went up the stairs to my room. I got stuff together for band practice in the garage, before Steve and Dave got here. And the whole time, I couldn’t get my mind off Cone…

CH.2

CONES POV

I hated running away from Deryck like that, he was cool, and I really liked talking to him. And hey, he wasn’t that bad looking either, I loved his deep brown eyes, and his spiky brown hair…he was like a mini me, but only in different colors. And he was skinny, but not super-skinny like me…he was…well…basically perfect… Ha, and his flat nose was too cute too… (Jeez, I’m such a girl.)

But, yeah, my dad is home now, so I’m basically screwed. Because, my mom is drunk again, and whenever mom gets drunk, Dad blames it on me, cuz I’m the gay little fuck-up. So, dad beats me, and then mom gets even drunker cuz Dads beating me up…it’s like this never-ending circle. And I get the blunt of it. Yay me.

When I got home, I quietly opened and closed the front door, and started to quietly walk up the stairs, hoping he wouldn’t hear me…but as soon as I got to the 4th step, I heard his angry voice scream from the kitchen.

“JAYSON FUCKING PAUL MCCASLIN! GET YOUR USELESS ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW!”

I shuddered at the thought of what he was going to do to me this time, and turned, and walked into the kitchen.

“Yeah Dad?” I asked trying to be nice.

“What the hell did you think you were doing talking to that kid?!?!?!” he screamed into my face. He wasn’t much taller than me, but he was built like an ox. It was scary.

“N-n…nothing, I…I was j-just talking to him, c-cuz we…we ran in…into each other.” I stammered cowering into the wall as far away from the anger as possible.

“Why the hell were you outside? You little fuck up. You’re supposed to stay with your mother till I get home!” he screamed into my face, and then slapped me. I fell onto the floor, and he kicked me in the ribs. It knocked the wind out of me, and I gasped for air as he kicked me again. “Take your shirt off, bitch!” he screamed.

No, no, not the belt, I thought to myself as I shakily pulled my shirt off over my head. Tears were streaming down my face, and he kicked me again for good measure, before whipping me 6 times with the belt.

I felt the leather hit my bare skin, and I shrieked in pain, tears streaming down my face, blurring my vision.

“Get up you pussy!” my dad yelled. “I don’t want to see you for the rest of the fucking night, no dinner or anything, go to your goddamn room, and fucking stay there!” He screamed.

I hurriedly nodded my head, grabbed my tee-shirt, and scrambled up the stairs before he could get another whack in at me. The tears still freely running down my face.

I went into my room, and locked the door. My back stung so badly. I fell face first onto my bed, and cried some more. I’d probably have a black eye tomorrow too. That definatly wouldn’t go away by Monday…what a great way to start in another school. “Hi guys, I’m Cone, like my black eye? My dad gave it to me!!” psh…just great.

…Although…I can start all over with all my excuses…since I used them all up in my old school, besides, almost everyone knew…like you couldn’t tell, if you only had half a brain, you still could tell something was up, since I’d come into school almost every other day with a new bruise. I started wearing long sleeve shirts under my tee-shirts, so no one would see the bruised handprints on my arm, and whatnot, but then everyone thought I was cutting…which I wasn’t, I had enough pain to deal with already, I didn’t need any self-inflicted wounds to go with all the other ones. One day, I even got called down to the guidance office, but luckily, my dad was on a business trip that week, so there was only one, week-old bruise on my arm, so no one thought anything of it.

But anyway…

After the tears stopped, I picked up my bass. I sat back on my bed. I played a few Smashing Pumpkins songs, then, I played a few of my own.

After that, I looked at the clock, and realized, that it was already 10, so I stripped down to my boxers, and crawled into bed. I laid on my stomach, thinking about all the stuff that happened today, like how I met Deryck. He’s so cool, I hope I see him on Monday…soon though, I fell asleep.

Tue, 30 Aug 2005 21:49:45 GMT

Sat, 20 Aug 2005 00:59:41 GMT

Fri, 12 Aug 2005 17:20:02 GMT

Title: Thirteen Nights
Fandoms: Avenged Sevenfold, Good Charlotte, MEST, My Chemical Romance, Rancid, Simple Plan, Sum 41
Pairings: Various
Rating: R for gore/sexual reference/language
Summary: It only took thirteen nights.
A/N: This is for all of those lovely people who read my gore stories. I hope it satisfies.
A/N 2: The chapters will not have every fandom/pairing in each one. If it’s not your fandom/pairing in that chapter, I promise it’ll come in a later chapter. It’s recommended that you read all of the chapters, because the ending will probably be a little off if you haven’t.

Steve didn’t have much going for him. Not after Deryck and Cone died. It still gave him the chills to think about. But that wasn’t the point. The point was simply this: he was a very, very lonely person now. And, much to his grim humor, he had done the only thing that he could think of; he started doing puzzles.

It was odd, in a way, that he spent so much time in the living room, on the floor, doing puzzle after god damn puzzle. It had become something of an obsession. Sometimes, he mounted the puzzles and hung them, but, mostly, he just finished one and brought it into the guestroom where it would sit and gather dust.

That was how his night was going already. He was on his second puzzle. Cats. How amusing. Forehead furrowed in concentration, Steve fit together piece after piece, emptying out the box. He sighed when it was done.

“Another one bites the dust.” He grabbed a piece of cardboard and carefully slid the completed puzzle onto it. Yawning, he brought it into the guestroom. It was abandoned between the seven hundred piece of a garden and the two thousand piece of some Picasso print.

That had been the last puzzle Steve had handy. He sighed and made the mental note to run into town the next day for more. That led to his second favorite time-burner: self-bashing. He picked fun at himself over having the geekiest hobby mankind had ever created, fighting on both sides of the battle.

A knock on the door brought him away from the sure sign of schizophrenia. Steve left the guestroom. He opened the door, a hello almost on his lips. No one was there. Steve raised an eyebrow. He was ready to go back inside, but before he shut the door, he noticed something.

The little porch light was shining on a brown package that was sitting innocently on the step. Steve bent over to pick it up, jumping when he heard something move in the cornfield across from him. He laughed at himself as he went back to the living room.

“I have a present.” Steve turned the package over in his hands, looking for a label. “Rephrase. I have a present, but it might not be for me.” He frowned. “I also seem to have a mental disorder. Should check that out sometime.”

Steve shook his head and ripped open the brown paper on the package. He tossed it onto the floor uncaringly and started on the box. The lid came off easily. Steve dumped the contents of the box onto the living room table and grinned. It was a puzzle.

Steve looked for a photo to go by, but found none. He shrugged it off. There were at least a hundred puzzles in the next room over. He knew how to do them.

Yawning into his hand, Steve sorted the pieces and began to fit the edges together. It was a rather small puzzle. Steve frowned and felt the tops of the pieces. The smooth pictures felt like a photograph.

Rather quickly, Steve had fit together bits and pieces. The frame was finished completely, and most of the corners were filled in. The pieces were tiny, leaving the picture hard to make out quite yet. Steve scooted off the couch to sit on the floor. He put his face down close to the pieces and snapped them together, one by one.

Slowly, he was beginning to recognize the room. It was a picture of his living room. He could make out the photos that hung on the walls, squinting to see the tiny faces of Cone, Deryck, and Dave. He had half of the puzzle done, and his stomach was turning a little.

As he began to fit the other half together, bile rose in his throat. The picture had been edited. On the other half, a man lay on the floor, dead. His head was torn apart, mutilated and disgusting.

Thick, shapeless masses of grey and red and blue were seeping out onto the carpet. Skin hung off of shattered bone, revealing muscles that were already rotting, thin yellow sheets of fat hanging from them.

Both eyes were missing, but the thick, red nerve chords were still there. They hung from the disfigured eye sockets, one lying limp on a broken cheek bone, the other falling onto the open mass of skull that had collapsed in on itself.

The jaw had been ripped off. It was gone, nowhere in sight of the body. The skin that hung from hollowed cheeks was jagged, showing the clear tears. A shriveled tongue stuck out at an odd angle. Steve could see the innards of the corpse's throat.

Sick and terrified, Steve fit the last four pieces together. They had writing on them.

This is what you'll look like when I'm done with you.

Steve shoved away from the table, knocking it over in his haste, and backed away. He saw more writing on the brown back of the puzzle. Unable to fight off the need to know what it said, he read it.

Look out the window.

Steve turned his head toward the ceiling to floor window across the room from him. A dark figure stood there. It waved once.

The glass broke before Steve could drop the puzzle.

Fri, 05 Aug 2005 17:40:39 GMT

Fri, 05 Aug 2005 03:40:10 GMT

every member of sum 41 still open

Fri, 29 Jul 2005 13:15:26 GMT

Fri, 22 Jul 2005 15:47:08 GMT

Sun, 17 Jul 2005 16:44:54 GMT

Sat, 16 Jul 2005 03:10:03 GMT

Fri, 01 Jul 2005 02:56:05 GMT

Ahh! I'm crying right now!! Okay- here's the actual article

They're both Canadian, both singers, so now they'll wed.
Avril Lavigne apparently is marrying fellow Canadian singer Deryck Whibley, the frontman for punk-pop group Sum 41.
Us Weekly reported that Whibley,25, proposed over the weekend while Lavigne,20, was finishing up the European leg of her tour. Publicists for both musicians confirmed the engagement to the magazine. The pair began dating in late 2004, the magazine said.
Whibley and Lavigne both hail from the same province in Canada - Ontario- and were reported to have bought a home together in Los Angeles last year.

And it came from The New York Times- so it's legit. Ahhh! I know I should be happy for him, but he's in love with Cone. So I've decided that Cone ditched Deryck and took up with Steve; so in a fit of envy and anguish he proposed to Avril, who he had been pretending to date to cover up his and Cone's torrid love affair.
But ahh! This is so sad! I'd be happy with believing Cone and Deryck and Avril are in a threesome arrangement, but I ~~violently hate her and her music~~ don't care for her.

Mon, 27 Jun 2005 00:31:36 GMT

Sup. I'm Deryck. Now you don't need an introduction, so I'll get to the point. must_be_pop needs the other members of Sum 41. That means I want to see people playing Stevo, Cone, and Dave. You can check out all the information at this site or in the community's info. Thanks. ps. Oh, and only join if you're sure you can do a good job and you won't randomly die. Especially if you want to play Stevo. We're going to need someone good to replace the old one. ;)

Sorry if this isn't allowed.

Thu, 16 Jun 2005 04:58:18 GMT

Title: Don’t Take the Boy
Fandom: Sum 41
Pairing: Cone/Steve
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Don't take him away.
A/N: Songfic to Don’t Take the Girl by Tim Mcgraw.

Johnny’s daddy was taking him fishing/When he was eight years old/A little girl came through the front gate holding a fishing pole/

Steve bounced a little as his daddy led him by the hand to the pond his uncle owned. His small hand was curled around a fishing pole that was almost twice his size. He hadn’t ever done this before. It was something new. A day for just daddy and him.

He got settled onto a five gallon bucket, his little rear small on its upturned bottom, short legs hanging over, not quite touching the ground. He smiled and kicked the bucket and threw his line out just like his daddy. It hit the water, making the calm surface ripple.

Steve didn’t mind that fishing was boring. He didn’t mind that his daddy was drinking beer, even though his mother had told him that it was bad. He didn’t mind that he would be sunburned in the morning. It was just nice to be out of the house and next to the man that he was supposed to take after.

Just when Steve’s daddy looked like he might make a run for more beer, a little boy appeared. He wore a pair of dirty cut-off shorts, and a t-shirt that looked like it was acres too big on him. A fishing pole was in one small hand, and he carried a little cup of worms in the other.

Steve smiled at him. The little boy smiled back, only a little hesitant. He walked slowly to where they were, unsure of himself. Steve waved him on. He liked the way the other little boy looked. He looked nice and sweet and a little girly. Steve didn’t mind, though. That only made him look nicer.

“I’m Steve.” Steve held his hand out, letting his fishing pole drop. The other boy laughed.

“I’m Jay.” Jay smiled and shook his hand.

“You can sit by me, if you want to.” Steve scooted over, sitting on the edge of the bucket. Jay picked up Steve’s pole and took the offered seat.

They played more after that. Steve caught two little fish, and Jay caught four bigger ones. Steve’s daddy had stopped fishing an hour ago. Both boys were full of giggles and made up games.

His dad looked down and smiled/Said we can’t leave her behind/Son I know you don’t want her to go but someday you’ll change your mind/And Johnny said/Take Jimmy Johnson/Take Tommy Thompson/Take my best friend Bo/Take anybody that you want as long as she don’t go/Take any boy in the world/Daddy please don’t take the girl

It was getting dark when Steve’s daddy thought it was time to go. He gathered his son, and asked where Jay lived. The little boy said that he lived in the next town over. He would have to start walking home soon. Steve didn’t want him to go. He didn’t want miles and miles of distance between them.

“Daddy, can he stay with us?” Steve pulled on his daddy’s hand.

“No, Steve. He has to go home.” The man looked at the other boy. “We can give you a ride home.”

“Thank you.” Jay smiled a little, clutching his fishing pole. Steve let go of his daddy’s hand to take Jays.

“Can he stay with Deryck? He wants a brother.” Steve liked the way Jay’s hand felt in his. It was just the right size. Not too small like girl’s hands were, or too big like his daddy’s. It was just right.

“No, Steve.”

“Please don’t take him away, daddy. Please.” Steve had big child’s tears on his cheeks. His daddy sighed.

“You can visit me.” Jay’s small voice, so quiet and soft, was nice, too. “My mom won’t mind.”

“Really?” Steve smiled a big smile and looked at his daddy. “Can I?”

“Later, Steve. Later.”

Same old boy/Same sweet girl/Ten years down the road/He held her tight and kissed her lips/In front of the picture show

Steve smiled at Jay as they walked out of the theatre. He brought the hand he held in his, so much longer than it had been when they were little, but still just the right size, and kissed the palm. Jay laughed and let himself be pulled forward.

Steve didn’t mind that Jay was taller than him. He didn’t mind that Jay was a little clumsy, or that he smelled like cigarette smoke. Those were part of his charm. Those were part of what made him Jay. The one and only Cone.

Jay was pressed against Steve’s chest, his chin level with Steve’s nose. They grinned and tickled each other and let themselves get lost in the cool winter air that left their breaths frozen. They darted around, running from each other at playful speeds, in front of the theatre, trying to get caught.

Eventually, Steve leaned against the brick wall. He held his hand out as a truce. Cone grinned and took it. Steve loved the sound the other boy made when he was pulled forward.

Steve wrapped his arms around the thin waist that was so close to his own. He pulled him even closer. Their smiles met in the middle. Steve liked the way Jay kissed. He liked the way Jay tasted like Pepsi and M&Ms. He liked the way Jay’s hands fit perfectly on his shoulders and fingers worked perfectly into his hair. He liked Jay.

Soft lips, still stained with salty popcorn butter and sweet candy, played delicately. Slick tongues rubbed together. And they were still smiling as best as they could, still in the throws of laughter.

Stranger came and pulled a gun/Grabbed her by the arm/Said if you do what I tell you to/There won’t be any harm/And Johnny said/Take my money/Take my wallet/Take my credit cards/Here’s the watch that my grandpa gave me/Here’s the key to my car/Mister give it a whirl/But please don’t take the girl

Steve was confused when Jay was suddenly away from him. Jay’s eyes were wide, and Steve thought for a second about how pretty they were. And, then, he saw the man with the gun. Jay’s Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed.

“Do what I say and I won’t hurt him.” The stranger pressed the mouth of the gun to Jay’s temple. Jay stiffened up, and Steve could feel it in his own body. He shoved his hands into his pockets and pulled out everything he thought would get Jay away. That would save the boy.

“Here. Take it.” Steve held out everything in his hands. He looked between Jay and the stranger, willing the arm that was wrapped around Jay’s throat to unwrap itself. “My wallet, credit cards.” He reached into his back pocket. “Here.” He added his little set of keys to the pile. “My car’s parked in the alley. Take it. Just don’t take him away. Please, don’t take him.”

The man with the gun threw Jay off to the side and collected the stash from Steve’s hands. He was gone before Steve could get to Jay and make sure he was alright. Jay’s eyes were bright with fear, still, and all Steve could do was hold him and thank any god that would listen for keeping him alive.

Same old boy/Same sweet girl/Five years down the road/There’s going to be a little one and she says it’s time to go/

Steve was sitting by the window, waiting for Jay to get home. He was excited. He was impatient. He was happier than he had ever been in his life. They were getting a baby today. A real, live, breathing baby that would finish off their family.

Jay’s sister had agreed to have it for them. Steve hadn’t enjoyed the making of the baby, and neither had Jay, but, now, he knew it was worth it. His little girl would be coming home today, in the arms of one of the best daddies she would ever have.

Steve wished he could be picking her up, too. But he wasn’t able to leave work early enough, and Jay had made him promise to be home when they got there. Steve had promised. And he wouldn’t break a promise. Not to Jay. He would never break a promise to Jay.

Steve had seen the baby before. She had been lying in the maternity ward, her tiny hands balled into fists, staring up. Steve could see Jay’s smile already forming on her tiny lips. He could see his own eyes watching the world from the crib. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She tied with Jay in his mind. A perfect daughter for the perfect man. He went back to see her every day.

When the hours ticked by, Steve got worried. He wondered if his baby girl had gotten sick. Would she not be able to come home? Steve was ready to go the hospital himself but was stopped by the phone ringing.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Jocz?” A woman’s voice was on the line.

“Yes?” Steve was tempted to hang up.

“We have a Mr. Jason and Emily McCaslin here. You’re the only listed family.” The woman’s voice was calm. Stoic. Steve didn’t like her at all.

“Where’s here?” Steve tried not to be worried.

“The hospital. There was an accident.” Steve’s stomach dropped out.

Doctor says the baby’s fine but you’ll have to leave/Cause his momma’s fading fast and Johnny hit his knees/And there he prayed/Take the very breath you gave me/Take the heart from my chest/I’ll gladly take her place if you’ll let me/Make this my last request/Take me out of this world/God, please don’t take the girl

Steve raced to the hospital. He didn’t care that he was speeding. He didn’t care that he was running stop lights. He didn’t care that he could be arrested. All he cared about was Jay and his little girl.

He checked in at the front desk, frantic. The nurse calmed him down. The nurse that had been on the phone with her nasty voice and her uncaring words. Steve demanded to see his family. The nurse gave him a dirty look but told him the number to the room.

A doctor stopped him as he went to rush into the room. Steve could see Jay’s mess of hair and beautiful mouth. But his hair was crusted with blood, and his lips were split. Steve didn’t like it. He wanted it to be his old Jay. He wanted it to be the same Jay that he’d left this morning.

“Sir, you’ll have to leave.” The doctor took him by the arm kindly.

“But it’s my family.” Steve tried to grab for the door, but was pushed away.

“The child is fine. She’s in the nursery. There were only a few bumps.” The doctor led Steve away from the room, having to fight just a little. Steve didn’t want to go.

“What about Jay? He’s okay, right?” Steve’s voice broke.

“I’m afraid not. When the other car hit, he got the full brunt of the blow.” The doctor looked at Steve with sad, sad eyes. “I don’t think he’ll see tomorrow. I’m sorry, son.”

“No!” Steve sank to his knees. He was sobbing, harsh, wracking sobs that made his throat hurt. The nice doctor was kindly stroking his back, trying to calm him. “Please, God. Please. Take me instead! Take me instead!” Steve choked on his own voice. “Don’t take him away! God, don’t take him away…”

The beep of Jay’s heart monitor was slowing, and Steve could only plead that his request would be answered.

Johnny’s daddy/Was taking him fishing/When he was eight years old

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A/N: This is such a beautiful song. It makes me cry every time. This is why I don’t listen to country.

First fic ever...dont laugh

Mon, 13 Jun 2005 20:41:31 GMT

Title:Something You Can't Have
Author:Sami (sum41willcome4u)
Rating:duh, maybe PG-13...its mostly fluff
Pairing:Cone and Deryck...duh.
Disclaimer: dont own, never happened, damn that sucks!
Dedication:i dedicate this to screamerdreamer...cuz she(you are a girl rigt??...lol) helped me figure this all out!
Summary: eh, all fluff, nuthing too intimate...Cones so sweet at the beginning... its in Cone's POV

...i just realized how stupid this story is...well, if you dont like it, throw things at me...

the italisized part is cone thinking and leading up to the present(does that make sence?)

(intro)

Has there ever been a time in your life when you wanted something that you knew you could never have?

I have, well really, i mean i'm the one asking you this question.

(story)

We were on the tour bus again. I mean, i love touring, and playing shows...but i could do without the bus. Some days, everyone just gets on my nerves. Like today. Steve, once again, was completly drunk, and probly high too, he was running all around the bus like a madman.
Dave, has yet to put down his guitar, he plays it ALL the time, I know he's a dedicated rocker, but UGH! it gets so annoying. He'll play the same thing over, and over, and over, then he would mess up, and he would start all over again. AAAHHH!! It drives me up the wall!

Really, only me and Deryck are the only calm ones. Deryck will sit on the couch looking out the window, or lay in his bunk just listening to music, or writing songs. He never got on my nerves. NEVER.

Sometimes i would help him with his songs. But usually I just let him sing them to me.

They were great songs. Some made me want to cry my eyes out, and others made me want to jump up and down a scream like a psycho fan. Deryck is definatly a powerful writer.

I was laying in my bunk with the curtain open which (perfectly)was across from Deryck's who's curtain was also open. He was listening to music. I was just sitting there staring at his perfect body, and beautiful face...God, im such a girl. Then Deryck spoke to me.

"Hey, Jay?" I knew it was something important, he only used my real name whaen he had something serious to say(which wasnt often...)

"Yeah, Der?" I asked, still slightly dazed.

He pulled his headphones off his ears, and left them hanging around his neck. I stared into his chocolatey brown eyes, i felt an erection coming on, shit, not good.

"Have you ever had a time when you wanted something sooooooooo bad, but knew you couldnt have it?" Deryck asked.

"Deryck, you have no idea..." I said almost laughing

He didn't catch my comment.

"Cuz, I kinda...well...I...nevermind" Deryck trailed off, staring at a beer stain on the carpet. Biting his lower lip.

"What...really, Der, what do you wanna say?" I asked soothingly.

"Nnn...Nothing." He stammered, trying to wipe the worried look off his face. "Nothing, i was just thinking out loud." He said trying to reassure himself.

The whole time thoughts ran through my head like the flipping plague. Did he like me? Did he not like me? God, i want him. Does he want me? I was so confused.

Finally my heart broke through the thoughts and just said 'Kiss him, just do it, your'e almost positive he likes you, and if not, just make up an excuse, but just kiss him!'

Then my thoughts cut in 'But if you kiss him, and he doesnt like you like that...it could screw up the whole band!!!'

Before I knew what I was doing, my lips were on his. He held back at first, but soon he was kissing me back full force. It took me a moment for me to realize this, then I pulled away for a moment.

"God, Deryck, I've waited for this moment forever." I said breathlessly.

"you're not the only one." he said pulling off his headphones, a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

I felt a smile form on my mouth too, and before i knew what i was doing, I pushed him back onto his bed. He looked slightly confused.

"Wha...what are you doing Jay?"

I answered his question by pulling off his shirt, and crashing my lips into his. He responded by yanking off my shirt and shoving his hands into my spikey black hair. I started grinding our hips toghther,He moaned into my lips. I could feel his hard on through his pants, and i could tell he could feel mine. Not wanting to break the hold i had on his lips, i started running my hand down to the top of his pants. Slowly I started unbuttoning his Dickies. I felt one of his hands leave my hair, and and fall onto the hand that was now unzippering his jeans.

"Not today" he said breaking the hold our lips had. And zippered, and buttoned his pants back up. "Sorry" he finished "I'm not ready..."

"Oh, thats ok, don't worry, It's fine, I just got carried away." I said sullenly.

"Don't worry about it." He smiled.

Once again, our lips smashed together. Both of his hands locked into my hair, and my hands were linked under his arms, and were slowly creeping up his neck into his scruffy black hair. We must have been like that for a half an hour, when I heard footsteps coming toward us. Then I realized we had never closed the curtain on his bunk. Fuck. I reached over across the hallway, and slid the curtain on my bunk closed to make it look like I was sleeping. Then I shut Deryck's curtain quick, and laid down on the other side of him. We were both breating heavily. I held my breath as I saw Steve's silliohette wander past the bunk. I heard the bathroom door open and close. Good, I kissed Deryck on the forehead and whispered "Love you, Der" in his ear,I opened the curtain and jumped out. As I was closing the curtain again. I heard Deryck's faint voice whisper "Love you too Jay."

I smiled and jumped into my bead. Wondering why we kept this from eachother for so long, and how i lasted as long as I had without kissing that beautiful face of his.

I'm glad that i wanted something that I thought i couldn't have.

help!!

Sat, 11 Jun 2005 13:58:01 GMT

umm...hi, ::waves timidly:: i just joined this community yesterday....i was wondering if anyone could tell me what to do...yeah, i know i gotta write a fic...ive already done that...but now what do i do???

if anyone could help me, all u gotta do is im me (aol) Sum41WillCome4U

and ive been reading all the fic's since a couple of days ago...there all really great, except i kinda dont really like the ones where cone or deryck die...im not a morbid kinda person...but still i love everyones work, and cant wait for more from this most recent one...

well...yeah

bye

ooh ooh the Back Street Boys are on ::gag's multiple times::