I Run Through Fields Of Lolly Pops

Mad (Forever and Ever)

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 00:18:15 GMT

Title: Mad (Forever and Ever)
Author: myownoddworld
Rating: PGish
Pairings: Marshall/Singer and a bit of Johnson/Ian
Summary: Marshall and Singer had a big fight, both of them are not speaking to eachother but they both miss each other severly. Johnson decides to try and bring them together at his New Year's party by listening to an old cassette tape that all of them had recorded when they were younger.
Disclaimer: No, sadly i don't own anything in this story. Mores the pity
Beta: hippiemoose
Authors Note: I would like to thank my friend Jonnie for again, going through my fic and correcting all my bad grammar. I'm pretty sure one day i'm going to wake up to see you with a knife in one hand and a grammar book in the other with a maniac gleem in your eyes. Till then, you're just going to have to go with the flow House.

It was New Year’s Eve and Johnson had decided to throw a party. Marshall and Singer had originally decided to go together as a couple, but then “the fight” happened. Marshall doesn’t even remember what the fight was over; all he knew was that he missed Singer.

Marshall just wished the night would be over, every where he looked he saw Singer talking or dancing with someone. Glumly, he stared into his glass of champagne, trying to find an answer to his problems in its bubbly depths. He was nudged out of his thoughts by Ian.

“Hey man, Johnson’s going to be showing that surprise he has. You should come see it.”

Sighing, Marshall pushed himself out of his spot on the sofa and trudged down to Johnson’s basement to see the surprise.

Johnson had been watching both of the whole night. He noted the gloomy cloud around Marshall and how he only stayed in the one spot most of the night. He saw the longing looks on Singers face as he would look at the other boy. It always seemed like it was his job to fix the messes they both got into.

He glanced down to the cassette tape h head in his hand, he could remember when it was blank and the night they had decided to record on it. They had only been kids, but they had all wanted to cement their friendship forever.

Johnson came out of his memories to see Ian cross the room and reach for his hand. “They’re both here and so are some of the other people.” Smiling, Johnson kissed his boyfriend on the lips before he turned his attention to the group gathered before him.

“Well it’s almost a new year, so I would like to play something that some friends and I had made when we were younger. It’s kind of like a collection of memories, so I hope you all enjoy it.”

Without any further thought into what he was doing, Johnson put the cassette in the player and pressed play.

Marshall’s eyes began to tear up as he heard his young, tiny voice come out over the speakers.

“Is this thing working? Cash are you sure you pressed record?”

10 years ago

Marshall peered curiously at the recorder to make sure it was actually recording; he never knew with Cash if he actually did something. When he saw the little red light that signified that it was recording, he smiled to his friends that were around him.

“Okay, what now guys?”

Alex sat there in though before a huge smile spread across his face. “I know! We can each take turns telling it whatever secrets we want, and then later we’ll all come back and decide when we’re all going to listen to it again when we’re older.”

Grunts of agreement were heard in there huddle, they voted and decided that cash would go first. Everyone left the room so Cash would have some privacy as he spilled his guts out on the tape.

Cash stared at the recorder before him, shrugging his shoulders he began to talk. “Hi, I’m Cash colligan and my socks are missing and my toothbrush too. I have no idea where my socks are, but I need them because my feet are getting cold. Plus, I think Alex needs to lay off the candy; he gets to hyper when he eats it. You know what I think a cool tattoo would be? A Vegas welcome sign, yeah, I think that would be cool.”

Marshall glanced around timidly before the pressed the record button on the recorder. “Hey, this is Marshall. I have no idea what Cash put down, and I’m kind of worried about it. I wonder what Alex is going to say? I wonder if we’re still going to be friends in the future when we’re older; I would hate it if we weren’t, he’s my best friend and I would never want to lose that.”

Smiling at what he had said, Marshall pressed the pause button. Gathering the recorder up in his arms, he walked out the door and handed it to Johnson; he wanted Alex to be the last one on the tape. He just knew that his would be the best one on there.

Johnson glanced down at the black box in front of him that was recording his words, or lack thereof. He had no idea what he should put on his part of the tape. Sighing, he glanced out the bedroom window in contemplation. “Well, I guess I’ll be the one to take care of this tape. I really don’t want to but I just know the retards will pick me. You know what I deserve for this? I should get a kaleidoscope ‘cause those things can occupy you for days. You know what? Screw waiting till after highs school to listen to this thing, I’m going to get us all together to let us listen to this tape when we all need it the most. That sounds like a plan to me.”

Pressing the pause button, he smiled in triumph. He couldn’t wait till the time they needed this tape the most; everyone’s reactions would be priceless.

Smiling dreamily to himself, Alex pressed the record button and began to talk. “I hope we’re all till friends later on in life, it would be so cool if we were. You know what Marshall got me for my birthday? Batman pj’s, and I’m wearing them now. He’s my best friend and I want us to be as close as we are forever and ever, and ever, and ever. I want nothing to ever come between us; love you Marshall.”

Sighing, Alex pressed the stop button and rewound it. This cassette tape meant more to him then what other knew. He hoped that they all felt the same way.

Present

Marshall closed his eyes as he heard the click of the cassette tape as it reached its end. Voices erupted in banter around him as people commented on Cash’s idiocy and the sweetness of their young voices.

He couldn’t take it anymore; the emotions he was feeling were too intense. Abruptly he stood up and left the room and its people; walking outside, he breathed in the fresh air.

Sighing, he blinked his eyes towards the sky and tried to keep it together. At the sound o shuffling feet, he turned his head to see Singer standing underneath the light of the front porch, his cheeks wet with tears. Marshall wasn’t sure what he wanted to do, just looking at Singer’s wary face made his heart clench. Shoulders relaxing, a crooked smile came across his face, “Forever and ever eh?”

Singer’s smile was so brilliant as he took the last few steps to close the distance between them. Wrapping his arms around him, Marshall breathed in his scent and sighed. He was so relaxed and deep in his thoughts he almost didn’t hear Singer’s muffled words, “Forever and ever.” The thing was, he believed it too.

Fic i created....myownoddworld is indeed my other journal

Tue, 15 Sep 2009 20:04:55 GMT

Title: Hold Me When I Go to Sleep at Night
Author: myownoddworld
Pairings: Marshall / Joey
Summary: Marshall is sent over to Joey's to take care of the new bassist because he's sick. Everyone else is off somewhere or on a date. Some where between rubbing his back while Joey's puking and singing him to sleep, Marshall falls in love.
Rating: PG?
Disclaimer: don't own any of it, though it'd be awesome if i did.
Beta: hippiemoose

first one guys (well technically not but w/e) hope u enjoy it! ^^

Marshall wasn’t sure what he was doing. He’d been sitting in his car outside of Joey’s place for a half hour and wasn’t sure on what the hell he should do. Why the hell did his band mates make him come over here again? Oh yeah, Joey was sick.

Sighing, Marshall got out of his car. He wasn’t too fond of his band mates right now, he absolutely hated taking care of people when they were sick, but Singer was on vacation with Cash and Bryan was on a date with Ian. Johnson, well it was Johnson, ‘nuff said.

Approaching his door, Marshall gave into the thought that he was going to spend the rest of the night with a sick person. Let’s hope he didn’t give Marshall throat herpes or something.

Lifting his hand he knocked on the door, and was greeted with a red, puffy eyed Joey with a bright red nose. Seeing how miserable he looked Marshall’s heart melted a bit.

“Aw man, you didn’t need to come. I don’t want to get you sick too.”

Marshall shook his head, he even sounded miserable. There was no way that he could leave him alone feeling like this, god damn his band mates. Eyeing him, Marshall pushed past him into his apartment. He was in for a long night.

“I’m not leaving you alone Joey, so get your ass on the couch and close the damn door.”

Joey sighed as he closed his door and shuffled back over to his couch and plopped himself back down. He really didn’t want to give Marshall what he had, it would be bad form.

Closing his eyes, he tried to stop the throbbing behind his eyes. The nausea he could live with, the temperature and overall feeling of shittiness was just too much to handle.

Marshall placed his hand against Joey’s forehead and frowned, he was burning up. Taking his hand back he went looking for a thermometer, placing it in his mouth Marshall sat back and waited.

The whole time Joey’s eyes were slitted to watch Marshall. He really wished one of the other guys were here, he didn’t want Marshall seeing him like this. No one wants the person they like beyond belief to see them at their worst, it’s everyone’s own personal nightmare.

Taking the thermometer out of Joey’s mouth Marshall’s eyes widened. “Jesus Christ Joey! Your temp’s at a 103!”

Joey grimaced, no wonder he felt like shit. He’d known he’d had a temperature but he didn’t know that it was that bad. This is what he got for staying up late and not getting enough sleep, horrible nausea, a pounding headache, and a temp of 103.

Marshall immediately got up and rifled through Joey’s medicine cabinet. Pulling out a bottle of Tylenol, he popped the lid and poured two out and went to get a glass of warm water. Somehow all the things his mom did for him when he got sick came flooding back to him in no time at all.

Walking back to the couch, Marshall held the glass for Joey and gave him the Tylenol as he carefully watched the other put them in his mouth. Carefully, he handed the glass over to him. “Take tiny sips, the warm water should soothe your stomach some.”

Joey took tiny steps and watched Marshall over the glass, his red hair falling over his eyes so the other wouldn’t know that he was looking at him. He couldn’t believe that Marshall was here and doing this for him.

Putting the glass down, Joey smiled softly at Marshall; he didn’t really know what to say to the other. “Thanks.”

Marshall smiled; he knew that Joey was at lost for words. So, to ease his discomfort, he sat down on the couch with him and looked at the TV. Looking over at him, he raised an eyebrow “So what are we watching?”

Joey was cuddled up against Marshall’s chest, watching Freddy vs. Jason. Somehow, during the movie marathon they were having, he had managed to snuggle up against him and stay there. Honestly, he was a bit surprised that Marshall even let him, he never before acted like he had liked him, but he wasn’t going to think too much into it.

Breathing in Marshall’s scent, Joey let out a contented sigh. He was going to enjoy this why’ll he could.

“Okay so seriously, Freddy could so kick Jason’s ass. Why did the make this movie in the first place?”

Joey chuckled lightly; he wasn’t exactly up to par for a full out laugh. Closing his eyes for just a second to savor Marshall’s arms around him, he opened them again to look at the other’s gorgeous pair of brown eyes. “Because no one has ever seen Jason and Freddy fight before. Besides, Freddy needs people to believe in him in order to roam around. With Jason, you only have to wander into Crystal Lake and he’ll take your head off with a machete.”

Marshall’s frown was incredibly cute to Joey. He hadn’t spent this much time alone with him ever, and he found himself enjoying it immensely.

“Nuh uh, Freddy wins hands down. He’s way smarter then Jason.”

Shaking his head slightly so as not to cause him to want to curl into a ball, Joey smiled at Marshall. “Jason doesn’t need to be smart to kick Freddie’s ass, big beats smart every time.”

Closing his eyes, Joey took deep breaths to try and keep the water he’d been sipping down. He had a feeling it wasn’t going to be able to keep it down.

“No way Thunderpants, Freddie’s going to win this fight.”

Marshall glanced down and saw Joey’s pale face. Without even thinking, he picked the other up in his arms and carried him into the bathroom. Setting him down gently near the toilet he rubbed his back as the other threw up what was in his stomach into the white porcelain.

Joey gave another dry heave before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and resting his head on the floor. He felt so incredibly embarrassed right now he didn’t even know how he was going to face Marshall.

Shifting his head, he cracked his eyes open to see Marshall flushing the toilet and grabbing another glass of water for him. He couldn’t even think of drinking anything at the moment.

Marshall picked Joey up and let him rest against his arms as he held the cup of water towards him. He saw him shake his head negatively towards the glass. Smiling softly he shoved the glass lightly into his hands, “It’s not for you to drink; it’s for you to rinse your mouth out with.”

Taking the glass gently into his hands, Joey swished the water around in his mouth and spat it out into the open toilet. He never would have thought to do that if he was by himself. Leaning his head against Marshall’s shoulder he felt himself being picked up and carried away.

Marshall was just going to lay Joey down on his bed and go clean up out in the living room, that was his plan, but Joey wanted him to stay. Sighing softly, he climbed into bed with the bassist and wrapped his arms around his warm body. He could really get used to this.

Joey enveloped himself in Marshall’s scent; just having him here made all his aches and pains go away. No wonder he loved this boy. Eyes slightly heavy, Joey looked at Marshall. “Would you stay with me the entire night?”

Marshall’s smile was soft as he looked at the red head, how could he not? “Yes Joey, I’ll stay the entire night.”

Joey closed his eyes and snuggled further into Marshall’s arms. “Would you mind singing me to sleep?”

Running his fingers through Joey’s hair, Marshall thought of a song to sing to him. “Twinkle, twinkle little star…”

Joey weakly punched him in the arm. “Not that, a real song Alex.”

Smiling softly at him, he sighed and started again. “Baby, take it off, Checkered thighs on a pretty pawn. This vicious velvet ain’t enough. So baby, make a move, my neon eyes are set on you. The devil’s language…”

Joey’s eyelids sank lower and lower with each line of High Hopes. Marshall’s voice soothing him to sleep, the last thing he heard before he sank into his dreams.

Marshall stopped singing as he felt the even breaths of Joey. This boy tugged at his heart strings. Shifting slightly so he could get up to take care of his apartment he felt Joey’s arms tighten around. Settling back down, Marshall closed his eyes, he wasn’t going anywhere.

Joey woke up to Marshall’s fingers running through his hair. He felt better then he did before but he wouldn’t say he was a hundred percent. Sighing, he opened his eyes to see Marshall’s smiling face, his heart literally tugged in his chest.

“Hey sleepy, you feeling better?”

Joey nodded his head as he looked at him, he couldn’t believe this gorgeous boy was in bed with him, and not even that, the fact that he had stayed to take care of him was wondrous.

Marshall touched his cheek gently before getting up out of bed, he really needed to go. He had promised his mom the other day that he’d be over today to hang with his family.

“Okay, well take it easy and don’t eat anything that would upset your stomach, I have to go hang out with my family but I’ll call to check up on you.”

Joey watched as Marshall headed towards his bedroom door to leave, he couldn’t let him leave with out him knowing, “Hey Marshall…”

Marshall stopped at the door and looked back at him “Yes?”

Joey just looked at him, he couldn’t do it. The friendship they’d formed over night would break if he did, and he couldn’t bear the thought of it happening. Not because he didn’t believe anything would happen between them, but because he didn’t want to loose this new relationship he had with the pianist. “Um… thanks for taking care of me.”

Joey saw his face soften towards him, as if he knew what he was going to say instead of what he had. His eyes showed a feeling Joey wasn’t sure he’d ever seen on Marshall’s face before.

Peering back at the boy on the bed Marshall’s heart warmed at Joeys unsaid words. God, how had he come to fall for this boy in just one night? Shaking his head slightly he smiled. “Any time Joey.”

And with those words, he left his apartment. One thing was for sure, this was going to make tours and practices way more interesting.

Panic! split deserves some recognition....

Fri, 10 Jul 2009 14:47:07 GMT

Best Things Come Through Pain

Shaking hands run through my hair,
How did i think i'd be ok?
Without you my world is cold,
Dark, grey, and empty.

Your voice's kept me together,
When i thought i'd go insane.
You were my savior,
The ones that kept me afloat.

Now your gone, split in half.
Never the same.
I grieve, for we lost so much,
It will never be replaced.

Lets clasp hands and pull together,
We can get through this.
It hurts, god i know it hurts,
But the best things come through pain.

And maybe, just maybe,
What we lost,
Will become so much greater,
Then either you and I could ever be.

this is what you get when you listen to The Cab...

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 03:25:44 GMT

She Said Yes

Take my hand,
I'll lead you away and keep you safe.
Baby don't let go, but if you do,
Come back to me.

We weren't meant to be alone,
I need you in order to breathe.
You're my life line to staying sane,
You'll never know how much i love you.

Lets change this place,
Lets burn up this place with our heat.
Don't take your eyes off of me,
Cause mine won't be leaving yours.

Lets keep this mood for the night,
Maybe when its over you'll come with me.
Jump in my car, and drive.
Never looking back.

I'll be yours if you'll be mine,
My heart will always be yours.
No matter how far apart we are,
Together, forever.

You were always my destiny,
No matter how hard i tried to fight it.
I fell so hard, your my addiction,
My antidote all wrapped in one.

Love me for who I am,
Come with me and we'll leave this place.
All you did was take my hand and smile at me,
and she said yes.

Seeing the mist today made me creative....

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 03:04:21 GMT

Loneliness Becomes Me

Mist curls down from the mountain tops,
No bird cries echoe in the hills.
This place is empty, silent, still.
Void of all signs of life.

The Earth cries for its children,
Its tears drenching the ground.
The viens in the ground swelling,
Growing in size with each drop.

A road, black and hard.
Smooth, but lonely.
Crawling forward with each desperate inch,
Stretching on in the pale moonlight.

I stand there, alone in the rain.
On that lonely road that stretches on,
My face turned toward the sky,
Its drops hide my tears.

This is what happens when i read Duma Key by Stephan King....

Wed, 01 Jul 2009 03:17:08 GMT

Watery Grave

Dark water laps the shores,
Moans and cries ring out.
It hurts, to feel,
So much pain and suffering lately.

They tried to fight,
An army of undead is hard to kill.
Light glinting off silver harpoons,
The moon rose high in the sky.

The ship moved closer,
Bringing death and despair in its wake.
In the light of day you see beauty,
At night you see its true nature.

Hurry, hide her away.
The gut renching screams of rage fill the night.
Crumpling to the ground to cover ears,
Blood trickles out of them.

Victory is hollow,
Nothing can fill the void she made.
She took the thing I loved most,
So i gave the bitch a watery grave.

Me dealing with scariness....

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 03:07:21 GMT

I Owe You For That

Words can't describe it,
The panic i feel inside.
I'm so confused, and scared.
Isn't that the way?
When something new comes in your life?

The unknown,
It scares me, i just have to know.
A life change,
Things i once loved i can no longer do.
I'm so scared.

But i've got friends, family.
People i love surrounding me with strength.
I know i can lean on them,
They'll be there for me.

Wish me luck,
I'll get through this.
Even if its new,
And way scary.

Cause i got people,
And i love them.
They'll be there for me,
When i need them the most,
and when i just need to talk.

They'll wipe away my tears,
And they'll make me smile.
Thanks to you guys,
I feel like i can do this.
And i owe you for that.

muahahaha my crazyness!

Mon, 22 Jun 2009 20:36:15 GMT

This is me

I run through fields of lolly pops,
and all the pretty flavors waved.
Where bunnies drink tea with Jesus,
That is where my mind lays.

I lost it somewhere,
Between riding llama's and candy mountain.
My friends call me a loser,
But thats ok.

I go by wierdfreakshow and myownoddworld,
the latest of course is charismalollies.
My mind is a wonderland,
Full of magical forests and talking crayons.

Where a penguin falls in love with a dolphin,
And a man meets a tick tack chewing God.
Where its possible for emo rainbows,
and you do find the pot of gold.

This is me, as i am.
As i will be, and choose to live.
If you can't take it....
Then get the fuck off my journal nitwit.

ahahahahahahaha

Mon, 22 Jun 2009 20:05:32 GMT

lol ok so i'm a loser....hmm so i decided to just randomly post something here....just so i can say i posted something here...give me a break ok?

aren't my stars cute?