Gold Dust Woman | John Deacon [DISCONTINUED]

x. night three: up late

After a bout of convincing, John had gotten Indiana to go inside.

The rest of the day went without a hitch. The boys finished their recording for the day and John and Indiana were both getting ready for bed.

"Have you gotten any further on that song?" Indiana asked as she straightened up her pillows. Her hair was wrapped up in a towel that sat upon her head. She moved carefully, because any sudden movement could make the twist of cotton fall.

John sighed, fiddling with his pen as he slouched in his spot, "No, I've got nothing at all," he frowned as the black pen moved nimbly between his fingers. He definitely has the hands of a bass player, Indiana thought to herself.

Indiana paused a moment, furrowing her brows, "Maybe..." she shook her head, "No, never mind," It was a dumb thought, she couldn't help him write a love song. She didn't know the first thing about love.

John turned his head, waiting till it was fully turned to move his eyes towards her. He seemed so focused on the notebook in his hands. Focused was a good look on him, "Hm?" John raised his eyebrows.

"I was thinking, maybe I could help you," Indiana told him as she sat down.

"You'd do that?" John smiled, shocked but also excited at the thought.

"Yeah of course, what are friends for?" Indy grinned, hoping over to his couch and settling herself down beside him, "Now, what are you trying to achieve with this song? What emotion do you want to convey?"

John thought for a moment, the end of the pen resting in between his lips, "I want something genuine," he said after a moment, "Something that expresses how love should make you feel."

"A 'happy at home' type song, huh?" The blonde smiled, nudging him lightly.

Something seemed to spark in his eyes, "Happy at home," he mumbled as he started to scribble something down, "that's good."

The two brainstormed quietly together, lyrics were written and quickly scribbled out. They had just barely made a dent in it when a thud sounded from above them.

"What was that?" John mumbled, looking up above him, "Did someone fall?"

"I think Jem and Ivy have the room above us," Indian whispered to him, not really knowing why she was whispering.

Suddenly a load groan sounded above them. Wait, no. Not a groan, a moan, "Oh, Jesus, really?" John signed, leaning back into the couch and pinching the bridge of his nose, "Do they not care that they're in a house full of people?"

"Who do you think it is?" Indiana glanced at John, her features full of disgust.

"You said that was Jem and Ivy's room?" John asked Indy, pointing above them. The blonde responded with a nod, "My best guess is Roger and Jem."

"They have been making eyes at each other haven't they," Indiana groaned, "Let's just try to focus."

It was if Jem and Roger heard her, because they only got louder, making it impossible for anyone to work on anything, "How long do you think it'll last?"

John sighed, "Knowing Roger, a while," Indiana scrunched up her nose at the implications.

Having enough, she sprang up from her seat. Stomping towards the broom closet, Indy grabbed a broom and glared at the ceiling before giving it a good few whacks where Jem's room would be, "Jesus, will you two keep it down!" She shouted up the stairs at them.

She huffed, looking up at the ceiling one more time before throwing the broom down and moving over to the record machine, "Please, for the love of all things holy, drown out the noise," She begged to the record before putting it on the turntable.

"ABBA?" John asked, in the dim light she could see a smile forming on his face.

Indiana nodded, "Yep, it's the only record I take with me on the road. I have a backup at home in case this one gets damaged during travel," she turned up the volume, "hopefully this can drown them out."

John chuckled, "you are the strangest woman I've ever met." He told her as she sat back down beside him.

"Then I'll certainly leave an impression," Indiana smiled, realizing how close the two of them were.

John bit his lip nervously, "Most definitely."

The sound of someone stomping down the stairs caused them to turn their heads to the stairs. Ivy, who was clearly irritated, stomped towards the two. She sat on the couch opposite of them, "Can you believe it? She kicked me out of my room!"

"Well, Ivy, you've only got to deal with them for four more days," Indiana reassured her.

Four more days, she only had four days left with John.

"What are you guys doing up anyway?" Ivy asked, propping her feet up on the coffee table.

"We were just talking," Indy explained, "plus, how can you sleep with that going on?"

A loud moan broke the small bout of silence and Ivy nodded, "Fair point," she said before letting out a huff, "You know I wouldn't mind as much if it wasn't my sister, but it's my sister. Dear god..." the blonde shook her head.

"I don't think any of us want to hear it, really," John mumbled and Indy nodded along with him.

Indiana rubbed her eyes sleepily, "Ivy, you can sleep on the couch, I'll find a spot on the floor." She began to crawl of the couch before John stopped her.

"The couch has killed your back enough, you are not sleeping on the floor," he said as he grabbed her arm gently.

"Well, you're not sleeping on the floor either," Indiana blinked.

Ivy huffed, "Both of you just sleep on the same damn couch," she grumbled before holding a pillow over her head, "Goodnight!" She yelled, but it was muffled by the pillow.

"We don't have to-" John began but Indiana cut him off by laying down beside him.

"Let's just try to get some sleep."