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"Oh no, no, no, I am sitting next to Jacob!" Erin said rashly as she squeezed herself next to Jacob, pushing Brandon away from his boyfriend, making him frown that did.
"No, no, no! I am sitting next to Jacob! I've claimed him for days now!" Amy yelped as she appeared from the corridor and jumped over the back of the couch, sitting directly next to Jacob, from the opposite side Erin was, occupying Brandon's second choice of seat just as he was about to sit there.
"Oh fuck off! I am sitting with Henry since you hungry girls stole my super fabulous boyfriend. Is that right, Henry my beloved?" Brandon announced as he jumped at Henry's lap, who was sitting comfortably at the large armchair, draping a hand over his friend's shoulders.
"Damn right it is!" Henry grinned as Brandon returned the toothy grin and a wet smooch on his cheek. "Wouldn't want to steal you from Jacob though, he can be quite the murderous intellectual if he wants."
"Oh don't worry about that. Been needing to take a break from this filthy little thing, I have." Jacob said casually, a small smirk playing at his lips at the gasp that left Brandon's mouth.
"What?!" Brandon dramatically flung a hand over his forehead, his head tilting back in an impossible angle, as Jacob slightly shook his head and the rest three of them grinned at his antics.
"Screw him, darling. He has no idea what he is doing to himself right now." Henry 'comforted' him mastering the voice that he believed Lord Henry from 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' would have.
"Oh I am afraid I very well do. A pain in the ass that one can be at times..." Jacob continued with his teasing though this time Brandon straightened up with an evil grin.
"The point is... What kind of pain in the ass, Jake?" He asked Jacob, who turned a bit red before cleverly arching his eyebrows with an evil look on his face.
"I was hoping you would enlighten us at that, Brandon." Jacob said calmly, emphasizing the name as Erin and Amy drowned a laugh, while John – who was standing before the bookcase under the stairs, pretending he wasn't a part of their conversation – didn't quite achieve that.
"How would I know, anyways." Brandon said trying to act cool, of course not quite mastering that.
"I think you very well would know, my love. Wouldn't you?" Jacob said with his soft voice, though everyone got what he was saying. Before Brandon could protest he was shortly cut off by another person's voice.
"Okay, guys. No running around the house, no jumping over the couches, no burning things just because you felt like it. Don't break down any walls and don't get near the kitchen FOR ANY REASON. Don't join a cult, sell one of your vital organs or take part in a ritual that involves either sacrifice or murder – Henry I am talking about you – and the reason 'We had to honor Dionysus' will not be considered valuable." Brian started his lecture – the oh so called lecture – as everyone started scoffing and rolling their eyes at that, been listening to it for many years they have. Poor lads... Poor but lucky nonetheless.
"Yes dad." Amy mockingly replied to Brian's 'Not To Do' List with an exaggerated eyeroll, receiving a smack in her head from Erin who always said she shouldn't be annoyed at Brian's caring warnings.
"I think the word you're looking for Amy is daddy. Oh yes daddy!" Henry butted in with an evil grin as he mimicked a moan at the pronunciation of his last words making everyone except Amy and Brian crack up laughing.
"You're fucking gross!" Amy tossed him a pillow that made him duck down, dropping himself and Brandon from the armchair with a loud thump as they both burst into laughter
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Rock 'n' Roll Suicide | Roger Taylor
Fanfiction"No! Don't you understand? He is not the guy for you. He is bad for you. He is like a drug. Like a suicide!" "Then I guess I just got myself into a Rock n' Roll Suicide." London, 1973-1974 Amelie May, or as she is known, Amy is a rebel. She goes ag...
