Yes, here is my first drabble thingy for the 100 Theme Challenge. I don't know if it makes much sense…but it did in my drug-wracked mind, so enjoy ;D And expect deeper, longer things in the future my loves! Oh and just in case you don't get this Chris Dervish was the lead singer of The Noize and he and Paul had a thing going on, but then Chris died so yeah, that's what the whole 'Chris' reference is to ;]
~~Mick~~!
70. Teenagers
Teenagers. They're just teenagers. Paul does a double-take. No wonder they're so fucked up. The Howe brothers seem so much older than they are. But really…they're only seventeen.
"You alright?" Eddie asks, for once his video-camera is not in his hands.
"Just" Paul nods towards the sleeping twins. "Thinking."
Eddie bites his lip and seats himself on the carpeted floor of Tom and Barry's grungy bedroom. The walls are covered from ceiling to floor with writing and drawings, mostly penned on there by Barry. He kicks away a half-empty bottle of vodka and sighs. "Hard to believe they're just kids isn't it"
Paul swipes a hand through his messy red-brown hair and breaths out a thick line of cigarette smoke. "Yeh, it fucking is" The musician leans over the slumbering boys and sighs. Underweight, dark hollows beneath their eyes, dirty overgrown hair and with an aura of drugs and alcohol. "But Barry's the one I'm scared for" Not like he'd ever admit to Eddie that he had a boy-crush on the weaker twin. Paul rakes his fingers though Barry's greasy brunette tresses affectionately.
"Do you love him like you loved Chris?" The question that leaves Eddie's lips makes Paul's rosy mouth fall agape. Is it really that painfully obvious?
Paul gulps, lost for words. He glances back down at Barry and the boy—yes boy, only seventeen, the weaker but more in your face one, the singer who sings with such emotion it's tragic—slowly opens his eyes. The long charcoal black eyelashes, encasing those irises—those azure pools. "Yeah" He mumbles "Yeah I do Eddie" Barry frowns slightly at Paul's statement—not knowing what he's talking about—but smiles up at the other man nonetheless.
"Good morning to you too" Barry smirks. He blindly reaches around on the floor and finally clutches his bony hand about his vodka bottle and takes a swig.
Eddie gives Paul a knowing look. Maybe Tom and Barry Howe are teenagers, Paul thinks, continuing to finger-comb Barry's scraggly mullet, and maybe Eddie shouldn't be filming this—the self destruction of two beautiful people—and maybe Barry will never love Paul like Paul loves Barry.
But it's worth it.
Eddie sighs, because he knows it's all wrong. But this is it. The life of Rock Stars.