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Love Song -- Part 3 Here's part 3 of my *now-titled!* fic. It's really a transition piece, if anything. It's kinda mushy and all lovey-dovey, not great, but like I said, it's a transition piece. The next part'll be better, I promiseeee. --- Title: Love Song, pt. 3 Author: Meghan Rating: PG-13 (still, ah well) Disclaimer: Do I really have to bother with this anymore? --- Steve watched as Stef bounced away. Shopping? Stef? What a joke. Stef *hated* shopping. Brian really was having an effect on him. Steve felt that pang of jealousy again, followed immediately by a pang of shame. He felt bad about being so jealous. He pushed the thoughts out of his mind and returned to the woman. She was a complete ditz. Quite flighty. But Steve wanted something, or someone, to take his mind off of Brian and Stefan. He smiled charmingly at the woman. ******* "Doesn't this shirt just scream 'tease'?" Brian laughed, holding up a dark blue tank top with lace-up sides. Stef giggled. "Only on you, love." "Well then, should I try it on?" Brian asked. He was already bounding off towards the dressing room before Stefan could respond. Stef followed close behind. He realized that he and Brian were drawing strange looks from the various customers, but didn't think much of it. After all, he was with the man he loved and onlookers might as well get used to it. Brian went into one of the little stalls while Stef sat outside on a chair. Within a few minutes Brian burst from the stall and pranced up to Stef. "What d'ya think?" he asked, turning around and modeling the shirt. "I think I'd like it better unlaced..." Stefan grinned devilishly. "Oooh, naughty naughty!" Brian squeaked, and ran back to the stall. ******* Steve reclined in his bed, flipping through various channels on TV. He glanced over at the sleeping woman beside him. Was it Anna? Or Amber? He couldn't really remember. His mind was constantly on Stef and Brian. He couldn't push either of them out of his thoughts. He didn't realize it then, but he was terrified that he'd be replaced in Bri's and Stef's hearts. Anna/Amber started to stir. Steve didn't notice until she had straddled his knees, but once he took notice, he responded to her eager kisses. But his mind still floated to images of Stefan and Brian, turning their backs on him. ******** Brian and Stef huddled under the comforter, sleeping peacefully. Or it seemed. Brian flitted in and out of the same nightmare throughout the night. Steve looms over him and Stefan. Steve has a sinister, jealous, and somewhat sadistic smile plastered across his face. His eyes glow with envy. He reaches out one arm and pushes it through Brian's chest, pulling out his heart. Brian crumples, while Stef can't move to help him. Steve throws the heart to the ground and begins to crush it with one foot. Brian looks up at Steve. "Why...?" is the only word he can form. Brian awoke with a start, screaming. ********* Brian's scream woke Stef. Stef pulled himself up and ground the sleep out of his eyes. It took him a minute to realize where he was and what had startled him out of his sleep. He looked over to the other side of the bed. Brian sat there, curled up, rocking back and forth. He shook and cried silently. Stefan gently rested his hand on Brian's shoulder. "Don't touch me!" Brian sobbed, slapping Stef's hand away. Stef pulled his hand back, slightly hurt that Brian didn't want his comfort. "Please...please just leave me alone..." Brian whispered. Stef refused to oblige. He lightly wrapped his arm around Brian's shoulder and pulled him over so Brian's head was resting across his lap. Brian's sobs continued, and Stef ran his hand up and down Brian's shoulder, but said nothing. ********* Steve watched Anna/Amber ride off in the taxi cab. He was glad to be rid of her. He nearly tore his hair out recalling that obnoxious squeak in her voice, the way she twirled her hair... good Lord. He leaned against the wall of the hotel and crossed his arms across his chest. He looked up at the stars dotting the sky. He began searching for familiar constellations. A cloud moved across the sky, blocking out the stars. ********** Brian lay in Stef's lap long after he was done crying. He was afraid to go back to sleep, afraid to see the images of Steve crushing his heart again. He didn't want to move. He felt so safe and comfortable where he was. But he felt Stef push him upright. "Now then. Are you ready to tell me what happened?" Stef inquired. "I had a dream- a nightmare, actually," Brian began. Stef nodded, encouraging Brian to tell him more. "In the dream... you and I were standing together. And Steve was like a giant, towering over both of us. And for some reason you couldn't move. And...and..." Brian began stammering, afraid to speak of the rest of the dream. "Go on. It'll only bother you more if you don't tell," Stef said. "And then Steve tore my heart out and stepped on it, and since you couldn't move you couldn't do anything about it and I was crying and I fell over and asked Steve why he did it..." Brian let out the entire sentence in one breath and began crying again. "It was awful... so awful... I'm afraid to go to sleep, it'll come back, I know it will...." ******** Stef hesitated for a minute. What should he say? What should he do? Brian was so shaken up over the dream. He didn't want to do something wrong that would upset him more. Stef encircled Brian in his arms. He couldn't think of anything else to do. He ran one hand up and down Brian's back, the other running through his tousled hair. He felt Brian slowly relax in his embrace. Stef fell back onto the pillows behind him, Brian still in his arms. Brian soon fell fast asleep, despite his initial fear. Stef couldn't fall back asleep so easily though. He was almost as disturbed by the dream as Brian was. ********* Brian awoke early the next morning. Streams of sunshine flowed into the room through the partially-open curtains. He looked over at the clock radio. 7 am. 7am?! He hadn't woken up that early in ages. Careful not to wake Stef, he pulled himself from the bed and walked into the bathroom. He turned to look in the mirror but remembered again how he had broken it. He shrugged it off and sluggishly dragged himself into the shower. He stepped out and draped a towel across his slim hips and walked back into the bedroom. Brian rummaged through his half-packed luggage and drew out a pair of leather pants and a black button-down shirt. He tugged them on, towel-dried his hair, and combed it. He rummaged through his make-up bag and expertly applied some eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss. He looked over at Stef, who hadn't moved at all since Brian had woken up. Brian felt strangely numb that morning. He really didn't feel anything. He knew it had something to do with the nightmare, which came back into his memory's eye. He shuddered and shook the image out of his head. He scribbled out a note to Stef and left it on his side of the bed. "Gone out. Be back in a few. Much love, Bri." ******** Stef woke up shortly after Brian had left. He ground the sleep out of his eyes with his fists and turned his head to see Brian. His heart skipped a beat when he only saw the empty pillow and pulled back covers. But he saw a small slip of paper resting on the pillow. Stef leaned over and picked it up. "Gone out. Be back in a few. Much love, Bri," Stef read aloud. He melted. He felt a little embarassed at being so mushy, but he couldn't help it. He got up and began his morning ritual. ********** Steve finished packing the last of his luggage. The band were leaving in a couple hours. Time to hit the road again, drive onto the next city. He wasn't looking forward to the drive. He didn't want to see Brian and Stef getting all lovey-dovey, he couldn't handle that for a 6 hour drive. He threw in a box of cigarettes, and pulled them out again. He figuerd he'd need them anyway. He pulled one out, and lit it. He inhaled deeply and shut the suitcase with his free hand. He heard Stef busily packing his own things in the next room. Was he...whistling? Jesus H. Christ, he was. Steve started snickering and muttered, "What the fuck ever..." Prev | Next Home |