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I am a whore for band slash, people, I dunno why, I blame Killersslash in live journal, which I am a happy member of. So here is the next chapter
Chapter 2: Midnight Show (I know A Secret)
(Disclaimer : I noticed that I never put one of those nifty things at the top of my stories, all of this is ficition, I mean like, off the top of my uber slash loving head. I mean, maybe Brandon Flowers has gone to a rave or two, I dunno, cause he's like effing cool like that, but this is fake. Not real. All imagination. And what a weird one do I have. So erm…yeah…and Marco…please, do you really think Adamo Ruggiero could pull off the whole agnsty punk rock look without looking adorably cute and slash able hence forth messing up said look of angst? No, no he can't. This is why I have to write this shit, because if I don't do it, someone else may fuck it up)
Marco sat on the edge of the chair in the hallway, looking at his fingers sadly, tracing over the lines from abuse of his father and the mental damage from his mother. His dark midnight hair with red streaks staid poised above his eyelids, broken tears and a rueful smile were his only means of cummunication, he didn't talk much, didn't need to, didn't want to. Spinner came up to him, the only person he trusted and looked up, not saying a word before looking down again.
Spinner blinked at him. Him and Marco were close. So close in fact that they could know what the other was thinking just by being around each other or touching their hands, but it was all apart of their weird relationship. Ever since Paige died things had changed and Spinner himself seemed a little more darker, a little more edgier and a little more depressed, but not for the reasons that everyone thought.
We all had our secrets.
Spinner looked down at Marco's nails and smiled a little," What color are they today?"
The black nail polish shimmered on Marco's nails as he replied in a quick drawn voice," Royal Ebony"
You see Marco had a policy. Don't talk. Wear Black Nail Polish. Fuck off.
You followed it and you were good to go.
Ellie was gone by the way, if you haven't noticed, and it had been 2 years since it had happened. He was a senior now, and luck would have it, he would get the hell out of there one way or another. And besides that, the last 3 years to him have become a bit fuzzy, he can't remember a lot of things…but that's what that nifty little bottle of black, purple and green pills in his pocket were for.
"Gavin?" Marco asked.
Only Marco called him by his first name, if not, he called him Spinner only when he was pissed off at him, and that was very random. In fact, when I said only Marco calls Spinner Gavin, I mean it so much to the point as even I can't write his name as Gavin in the story, that's how discrete this is.
Spinner raised his eyebrows. " What?"
"Let's skip class" Marco decided, his grades were shit, they both knew it, so why bother going to class.
"Sure" Spinner murmured, walking along side him down the now empty hallway. As they walked Spinner could hear Marco's shallow breath and the pills in his pocket jangling slightly, reminding him of bad thoughts and unsafe memories. He decided to keep to himself, not bother the kid, because honestly, he looked like he was going to snap today.
As Marco coughed a little Spinner's eyes lit up, "There's this new club that opened up"
"I don't do clubs" Marco sneered, walking faster.
"No, you do everything else" Spinner cracked a smile as Marco snorted," Okay, but there's gonna be some good gigs there and I don't want to go alone"
"Then don't go at all" Marco sighed out, picking at his nails.
Spinner became annoyed as he snapped at him," Well what the fuck are you going to do tonight then?"
"I don't know, sleep," Marco shrugged," Instead of going to some bullshit club and becoming a hopped fairy, Spin" He said, reverting back to nick name basis.
"I suppose it's better than being with your basket case mother and abusive father" Spinner murmured as Marco wheeled on him.
"Look, godamnit, why don't you leave the subject alone?"
"She fucking tried to choke you in your sleep!" Spinner yelled, gesturing wildly and pointing at Marco's neck, where there were pink bruises.
"I'm sorry ,I guess I should at home popping pills or whatever shit clichéd depressed teenagers do these days" And with that the chestnut haired boy stormed off, with Spinner lagging behind him, as usual.
Placing a hand on top of his shoulders he spun him around to look at him. "Get off of me" Marco said darkly.
A look flickered between the two's eyes that screamed fight, but neither of them backed down. Spinner still held onto Marco's black shirt thinking of something to say to him before the next thing that he felt was a fist making contact with his eye. He hardly had time to react as another one came, this one colliding with his chest. He noticed that Marco was crying now, and he knew it wasn't because of him, something had happened again.
He felt it.
So he stood up and opened his arms and waited. "Go on" He challenged, "Hit me"
"Wha-" Marco began, confused with what the other was offering.
"I said hit me". Spinner taunted, "You know you want to"
"Your crazy..."Marco muttered.
"I said hit me damnit, your jealous because Ellie left you and because your mother cares more about counting the tiles on the floor 3 time,456 in all, then when she tried to strangle you in your sleep." Spinner said.
He knew he struck a chord when the young Italian came charging at him full speed and tackling him to the floor. Straddling his waist he threw blind punches at Spinner ,not caring where they landed but as long as they made contact somewhere. Tears were splashing freely now.
The little juggle lasted for a good ten minutes with Spinner taunting Marco and Marco abusing Spinner. But in the end he was so exhausted from all the tears and punches and loss of breath that he ultimately collapsed on top of Spinner. "I hate you" Marco muttered softly ,muffled by Spinner's hair in his face.
"Yeah, yeah" Spinner said, pushing the boy onto the side of him and sitting up, "Well, I guess I'll see you around tonight,10:30 meet me at the usual spot and ohh yeah," He paused to cough slightly, "Wear some of your darkest clothes and some sun glasses."
"Why?" Marco panted out.
"Shh...you'll see" Spinner replied getting up, not bothering to help the other and walking off.
"Gavin, where are you going?" Marco asked, reverting back to calling him by his first name. Marco was still laying in the hall as he watched Spinner move away
"To smoke" The other answered simply. "Uh-" He began when Marco opened his mouth and wagged his finger in a 'no-no' way, "It's good for my image"
Marco sat down inside his room and listened as his mother was downstairs muttering nonsense to herself. He knew he should take her to the hospital but she's beyond all hope. And he daren't not report his father, not because he was afraid of him, because he would be happy to shove a middle finger right up his sorry ass ,but it was because he liked it .A sad and sickening thought. He waited for the silent whispers to die down in his head before climbing out the window and down the little rope that he had. Hitting the ground with a dull thud he groaned in pain and clutched his sides. He lifted up his shirt to reveal a long gash that ran right in the middle of his lower torso, complements of his father before taking in a rigid breath and stumbling along.
There he saw Spinner, bathed in the dark glow of the night leaned up against the tree. On his finger there was a black band that immediately caught his eyes.
"Gavin...where...how?" He stuttered, shocked.
Spinner placed the ring onto Marco's finger before standing back and taking the other boy in .He was wearing the tightest black jeans ever imaginable and some black shirt .Over his eyes were onix sunglasses that were tinted so dark you couldn't even see his eyes. "I can't believe you found it!" Marco exclaimed happily.
Spinner shrugged "It's a late present. Enjoy".Hesitating before taking his hand he pulled the slightly smaller one along through the shadows of the night. "How's your mom?" Spinner asked lightly ,not really giving a fuck, but asking for Marco's sake.
"Try and be less obvious, my mom's doing fine" Marco lied
Marco knew what he was thinking," And don't worry 'bout me"Spinner smiled. "It's not nice to lie, but it does come with it's kicks"
"What ever Mr. Mason, let's get this over with. It's almost midnight and we're not even there ,where are we?" He looked around, they were near some type of shed in the middle of nowhere. "What is this, a farm?"
"No..."Spinner trailed off as he looked around before opening the small rusty door. Once Marco was huddled inside he shut the door and darkness surrounded them ."Grab the poll"
"My, my, my Gavin" Marco said laughing lightly ."So assertive"
"Idiot ,have it your way" Spinner muttered as he shoved Marco forward .Expecting for himself to fall into the opposite side he held out his arms but it never came, instead, he felt a poll and grabbed onto.
Within a flash he was descending quickly down the slick metal object, Spinner right above him. It felt like they fell forever until Marco finally hit the floor with a thud once more and gasped in pain again, this time worse before. Spinner landed gracefully next to him and quickly ran over to his friend's doubled over state.
"Are you okay?" He asked. Brows knitted together because he knew what was wrong, but didn't say a word.
Marco made sure that they weren't looking at each other and that he wasn't touching him before nodding, "Yeah, where are you?" He felt around in the dark, holding his sides
Spinner poked him slightly from behind. "Right here, come on...it's almost time"
He took Marco's hand gently within his, guiding him through the crowds of rowdy teenagers and…you guessed it, hopped up club queens, boys and girls in assorted outfits, all standing out for their natural indisvisualaity and culture. It was a whole different world, full of eyeliner, make up and underground retro glamour.
Marco fell madly in love with the scene.
That and the mid numbing techno music that was blasting out of the speakers.
They transitioned into another room, and at that point Marco had given up trying to calculate the width of the whole thing, it had to be about the size of two football yards.
There the room was full of neon flashing lights and red strobe lights flickering this way and that. Bubbles floated around the room while head pounding music blared in the back round. People were dancing everywhere.
The whole experience was seizure inducing.
"Hurry" Spinner cried out, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible before pulling him around the crowds of people, zigging this was and zagging that way until they were towards the front. There were no guards at all, just a long black stage.
And suddenly all the lights went out.
Automatically people shot up little glow sticks into the air and small firecrackers were speared out, crackling and exploding, creating little light in the dark void. "Gavin, what's going on" Marco asked, cautious.
"You'll see."
Someone appeared on the stage. Her whole body was painted blue and she wore a red dress that flaired out at the sides with intricate designs within it. She held a red cane and a black top hat sat upon her head a she tilted her head to the side smiling. On the ends of her eyelashes little black smudges of mascara could been seen to make the effect to look like where was crying and they spilled down across her face down to her dress. Her hair, a midnight black, stayed spiked this way and that. It was an interesting costume and look, Marco admitted to himself, but she looked strangely familiar.
"Ladies and Gentlemen..."Her voice echoed through the quietness,"...Are you ready for the chaos that is about to ensue?"
Cheers erupted through the crowd ,which made it sound like a tidal wave swallowed you tenfold.
"Are you ready for the madness that is about to occur...are you ready for the magic that is...The Midnight Show?" She asked
.Screams ripped through the air and a sweet guitar riff filled the silence while everyone else remained silence. "What's going on?" Marco asked again.
Spinner just took his hands and placed it upon Marco's head before turning him back towards the stage where mist filled the stage and began to spread into the crowd. It was blue dust and the lights were still off, giving it a disco ballish effect.
Out of nowhere The Killers appeared on the stage, Brandon flowers doning a black suit with a red vest underlining it and the same dragged teary eyes mascara on his face. The rest of the band all behind them, wearing a pants suit and a black ring on each finger. Dave, the guitarist and Mark, the bass player looked at each other, back to Brandon and then glanced at the annorexic looking kid in the front row
That was Marco by the way.
Ronnie smiled from behind his drums as Brandon, being the beautiful and wonderful person that he is, whispered out into the microphone.
But, you wouldn't hear anything.
Suddenly Marco though this was some type of drag queen festival but was quickly wrong when he heard the song begin to play stiffly at first. Then one power chord struck out, then another and another and another.
Then it suddenly stopped.
Brandon stared at the mic with sadness and tapped it again, this time making out a horse whisper, breathless, "It would seem that I have lost my bride...has anyone seem them?"
Many murmurs spread through the crowd as he continued. "I cannot seem to find them at all...please..."His voice trailed off as his eyes searched through the crowd. "If I cannot find my bride I shall have to choose another lover...who shall be my bride tonight...ahh, how about you?" Brandon stopped right in front of Marco, his breath hitched, "Would you be my bride for tonight?"
Marco looked up into the mysterious eyes that was Brandon Flower's before shaking his head, "I'm a boy"
"And love is blind" Brandon countered, pulling him up upon the stage. Marco looked helplessly at Spinner, who had his face blend into the shadows.
Brandon guided Marco next to the microphone and commanded him to stay.
Like a good boy Marco did.
"I found my bride I guess then we can start the show".He gave a quick wink at Marco who blushed deeply before glancing over at the band. Nodding they began playing a song that everyone at the rave knew quite well.
"Now for a song I know you'll love…Ladies and Gentlemen…boys and girls…transvestites, shimbos, man whores and others of the genderly confused, I give to you…" He raised his arms up in the air, " The midnight show!"
As the crowd went completely and utterly bat shit crazy the band played out the song as Marco stayed in his spot because Brandon told him to stay.
I know what you want
I'm gonna take you to a midnight show tonight
If you can keep a secret
I got a blanket in the backseat on my mind
and a little place that sits beneath the sky
she turned her face to speak but no one heard her cry.
Drive faster booooyyyyyyy
Drive faster booooyyyyyy...ohh ooyyyy
I know there's a hope...
Brandon sang as he began to follow Marco back and forth across the stage. Catching onto the façade he strutted back and forth while Brandon followed behind. He stopped to turn around and flash a look into the crowd and look for Spinner but from the stage all he saw was a wave of darkness. Brandon raised his arm up in the air and did a sweeping motion around and placed his hand on his chest, leaned forwards and breathed out
There's too many people trying to help me cope
you got a real short skirt
I wanna look up
Look up
Look...up,
yeah yeah
We were just in time
Let me take a little more off your mind
Marco finally stopped strutting across the stage and now stood casually as Brandon ran his fingers across the collar of his shirt seductively. Leaning in he smiled and leaned back again, Marco was a good actor, Brandon could tell. He tilted his head back a little before moving back, his hand gently falling from the collar and resting on top of the pocket of his shirt now. He glanced at Dave, who was looking mighty lonely in the corner playing the guitar, and Marco saw it in his eyes, so he went fuck it, and walked over to Dave and leaned dead against his chest, holding onto him as he played.
There was something in my head
Somewhere in the back
sayin' 'we were just a good thing'
we were such a good thing'
Make it go away without a word
Marco placed a finger to his lips as the lights faded and he slid down….
The crowd went crazy.
In fact, just the thought of Marco whoreing out to the band members made the crowd bat shit excited and began moshing around, jumping up and down and screaming out lyrics in a darkly fantastic fashion.
But promise me you'll stay and fix these things I've heard Make it go away ohhhhhh
The lights flickered on and Brandon came up from Marco's spot and Marco was now leaning over Ronnie's shoulder. Brandon leaned on Dave and whispered something in his ear before walking away and nodding before Grabbing Marco's waist he shoved him over to Dave, who was waiting as Brandon took the microphone into his hands and screamed out
Drive faster booyyyyyy...ohh oooyyyy
The crashing tides can a hide a guilty girl
with jealous hearts that start with gloss and curls
I took my baby's breath beneath the chandelier
Brandon looked at Dave, who pulled Marco around with him over to the middle of the stage where Brandon was and came face to face with him, and Brandon leaned in until they were inches away from kissing, Brandon and Dave that is, before the lights went out once more and you could hear harsh pants of breath as he murmured
Of stars and atmosphere and watched her disapear
In to the midnight show..
.oh owwwwww a
faster faster faster faster faster faster
oh no no no no no no no no no no no if you can keep a secret well baby
I can't keep.I can keep a secret...
The lights snapped back on and Brandon was kissing Marco, Marco was kissing Dave and Dave was kissing Brandon's cheek. Brandon clicked his head to the beat, spun around and finished out the last part with a squeek as the lights finally went out and the crowd.
Went.
Completely.
Utterly.
Insane.
"Wow" Marco gasped out while they were still on the middle of the stage, "I didn't know you were gay"
Brandon smiled and wagged his finger again, "I'm not".He winked and strode off.
Marco found his way back to Spinner and breathed out again, "Wow".
The came back to the stage to start off their second song, "All these things that I've done" But before they started Brandon came back to the microphone with a white rose in his hand ."My bride forgot their bouquet...I hope they wouldn't mind just one more song with me."
Spinner eyed Marco before shoving him back towards the stage again smiling bashfully, he never had so much fun in his life.
"Woah woah woah," The girl, who appeared to be dressed as a ring master now, called out." I thought I was your bride"
Brandon tipped his hat before taking his gloved hand with Marco's and kissing it, "It would seems that some one his filled your spot."
Marco blushed again before looking into her eyes and his breath hitched. That was no ring master...that was Ellie Nash...
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