Scene {Indie & Emo} | Ian & Evan Rose (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pseudoelitism) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} forgotten_gods,@ 2009-10-04 21:04:00 |
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What: This was supposed to be a quiet, peaceful vacation...
When: Around 8:30 Monday morning.
Where: Johnny & Emo's house in Memphis
Warnings: General Johnny & Emo warnings, swearing, Twee being toothache-inducingly cute.
Twenty minutes to four in the morning, the bus finally pulled into the driveway of Johnny and Emo's new house in Memphis - the one Emo had bought weeks ago but couldn't get to until now. It was still too dark out to see much of the house itself, but Emo could tell the outside was going to need new paint before winter and one of the front steps needed to be patched up - and it was beautiful in that way old things were always beautiful.
The engine died and Emo opened the doors, grabbing the few bags he'd packed and waited for Johnny to follow along. He was glad they were here, glad that he could get to a bed and crash - because frankly he was more tired after the nineteen and a half hour drive (with stops) than he'd been in years. And Johnny looked, to him at least, like he was about to fall over.
It wasn't until the key turned in the lock and the front door swung open that it all settled in that this was theirs. There were shipping boxes stacked in the living room, presumably holding all of Johnny's things from storage, and new furniture (and old furniture that was new to them) was still covered in plastic. He was sure there were more boxes in the kitchen and even more still up in the bedroom - but they could deal with that later. Right now, sleep.
He dropped one of the bags he'd brought in with him next to the door and grabbed Johnny's hand with his now-free hand. "Time to find the bedroom," he said, dragging him along towards the stairs and up, with Beau following along behind at a pace that allowed him to sniff everything new. Three doors - two guest rooms and a bathroom - were pushed open before they got to the master bedroom at the end of the hall. More boxes, an unmade bed. The sight of the latter caused Emo to whine and he clicked on a light long enough to rummage through for the sheets he knew he ordered and had sent to the house with a "I thought I paid these people to have the house ready..."
It would have taken a lot shorter time if Emo hadn't been whining through the whole thing, but eventually the bed was made and Johnny was pulled into it. No time for funny business. Or at least Emo wasn't in the mood for anything more than a quick kiss, a snuggle, and passing out.
Probably for the better, that they didn't spend another hour fooling around, because it seemed like almost no time had passed before the sun was peeking in through the trees outside the bedroom window and Beau had started to bark at the incessant ringing of the front doorbell.