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Post #2.

something called 'like' (Spencer/Ryan, PG-13, spencer and ryan go on a date!)
baby you may turn the corner yet (Spencer/Pete, PG, something hot, something sweet)



This week's theme will be real world AUs, in the sense that as long as the band is not how it is in real life, and it's able to happen in real life, you're good to go. All girl Panic, still a band? Check! Jon and Tomrad owning a coffee shop? Yep. Gabe and William as secret agents and Pete as an evil mastermind? Go for it. MCR on Warped? No. But with Patrick as the drummer instead of Bob? Totally.

Anon commenting is on (and preferred), IP logging off. Play nicely. ♥

kiss my (sass) snake, gabe/william, g

(Anonymous) 2009-06-14 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
idk if you're okay with me adding slash in this, but... I'm a slashy kinda gal, so *shrugs* hope you like, anyway




"Now, what would we like to see?" Gabe intones, tapping his chin as he ponders over his list of options.

He feels eyes on him and glances to his right, finds a young couple staring at him. "Hey, how ya doin'?" He greets politely, and the pair glance down to where the bulge in his pants is moving restlessly under the material.

Gabe wiggles his eyebrows flirtatiously at the girl. "Impressive, huh?"

The couple walk away very quickly. Gabe shrugs.

The line moves up and he’s at the front of the queue. He heads over to the ticket desk where a thin, pretty girl with a big smile and big, earthy colored hair greets him.

"Hey, so what do you wanna see?" The pretty, willowy girl asks. In a dude’s voice.

"Whoa, wait, what?" Gabe blinks.

"Wh-what?" The not-a-chick - William, his name tag says – repeats, confused.

"You," Gabe says, and points at not-a-chick William, "not a chick?"

William's eyes dart around. "No," he says slowly.

Gabe leans back, takes this in. "Huh, weird," he says simply.

"Okay?" William looks at Gabe warily. "So..."

"So?"

"Umm," William glances meaningfully at the line of people waiting, "movie ticket?"

"Oh! Uh, yeah, one ticket for Star Trek, please," Gabe says and starts fishing through his pocket.

"Okay, that's-- what the fuck?" William's eyes widen at Gabe's crotch.

At that moment, a snake head pops out of the top of Gabe's jeans, it hisses.

"Oh, hey there, little buddy!" Gabe grins down at it.

"I-is that a snake!?" William shrieks, and hey, maybe he is actually a girl.

"Best snake in the entire world!" Gabe reaches down and the snake starts sliding up his arm. "Who's a good snake," he coos.

William's eyes are wide and alarmed as he says, "Look man, you can't have this snake in here."

"But Cobra's family," Gabe pouts.

"That's not a cobra," William points out, taking a short break from freak-out mode.

"Nope, Cobra's his name," Gabe tells him happily, the snake slides up over his shoulder, curling around the back of his neck. Some people behind him scream and gasp, scampering away from the scene. "See, now that? That would've been worse if I had an actual cobra."

"Right," William says, "look, dude, you can't be here with that thing, no... no animals allowed." Sure, he tries to sound firm and in charge, but William wasn't exactly trained to deal with this type of situation.

"Aww, come on, me and Cobra won't do nothin', we'll be good, I promise." Gabe gives puppy eyes, the snake hisses.

William is stuck. Because he so does not know what to do right now. And this snake guy is creepy. And stupid Pete and stupid Patrick both just had to call in sick on the same day when William knows, just knows that they're probably off somewhere not sick, fucking like—

The snake slides over William's hand. He doesn’t completely get that for a moment. But when he does, he screams. Of course.

"Oh my god!" He snatches his hand away. Stupid creepy snake guy!


"See? He likes you." Gabe reaches down and takes the snake off the desk, smiling sweetly. But it's not convincing enough to be confused for innocence.

"Oh, my god," William gasps, because snake.

"And I think I like you, too." Gabe smirks.

William tries to ignore that, because. That's just not helping things.

He tries to calm himself down, even out his breathing before he tries to speak. It helps, a little. "Jesus, okay no, dude? I just can't... I mean, even if I wanted to... I... snake?"

Gabe stares at him. "...So what you're saying is, me and Cobra can watch the movie?"

"It- I... no snake!" He yells a bit loudly. William's still pretty flustered- he blames it on that instead of on how he just noticed that Creepy Snake Guy is actually kind of hot.

"Huh," Gabe frowns.

William instantly feels bad, even though he really shouldn't. "Look, dude—"

"Gabe."

"What?" William blinks at him.

"Gabe's the name, baby," Gabe smiles.

"Gabe," William says, "Look, I--"

"Can I have your number?"

"What?" He says, derailed again.

"Your number? Digits? I mean, email's cool too," Gabe says, staring appraisingly at William.

"I," William says smartly, "why?"

Gabe grins, "'Cause, Cobra likes you," he pauses and leans in close, elbows on the table, "and like I said, I like you, too."

Distantly, William hears someone scream "OH MY GOD A SNAKE!" but he's kind of distracted right now, so.

"Um."



Later, when his shift is finished and he's headed home, he only vaguely remembers giving Gabe his number (compared to the rest of today's events, it's not a wonder that it slipped his mind), so when he gets a call, he's actually kind of surprised by the voice at the other end.

"Hey." Gabe says casually, like they didn't just meet today.

"Oh, hey."

"So, like, I was thinking maybe we should do something."

"Oh, yeah?" William feels stupid for feeling excited, hell, he feels stupid for giving the guy his number. Though, not enough to regret it.

"Yeah, so I was thinking, you wanna catch a movie?"


End.





you asked for silliness? :D

Re: kiss my (sass) snake, gabe/william, g

(Anonymous) 2009-06-14 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I think I love you. This was exactly what I wanted. I am a happy bunny (cobra?) right now. &hearts