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almostjulie. She asked for Jeff/Colin and snow. Hope you liked, Julie!
Title: Colorado
Rating: PG, I suppose.
Pairings: Ehh... Colin/Jeff. Mention of Chip/Jeff and Chip/Wayne.
Summary: Jeff wants to drive over fifteen hours away from home to play in the snow. He drags Colin along with him.
Colorado
december, 2004.
you don't know me. and you don't even care.
It doesn't snow in California. Not really. And definitely not in Los Angeles. So when Jeff, after an hilarious and busy taping of The Green Screen Show, approached Colin and asked him if he would like to “tag along and go see some snow with me,” the older man thought he was safe in assuming that what Jeff really meant to ask him was something along the lines of, “Hey, wanna go up to the mountains with me for a day or two?”
“Sure,” Colin had answered. Jeff explained that he would pick him up at around six Saturday morning and would have him home, safe and sound, no later than six or seven Sunday evening. He repeated Jeff's times, Jeff assured him that they were indeed correct, and then they said goodnight to each other.
Colin watched Jeff walk away from him.
in the light of the sun, is there anyone?
oh, it has begun...
The very early morning light of day always holds the potential to make somebody, somewhere, feel all alone and utterly miserable. That's because, some say, it's quiet outside, and it's quiet inside, and the quiet almost always makes someone think about something that they have no business, whatsoever, to think about. But then they go ahead and do so nonetheless. Colin thought it was a good judge of character, really. The way that somebody thinks in the very early morning light of day.
And, of course, what they thought about. Success or failure? Happiness or sadness?
Love or loss?
At about ten minutes until six on Saturday morning, Jeff had knocked on Colin's door and, at around another ten or so minutes after that (and after Colin had managed past his cat, Timmy, to go and answer it and let Jeff inside), Jeff was standing around, awkwardly, in Colin's living room. It was a simple, yet comfortable place. A couch, a television set and two chairs. Jeff kind of liked it. It all made him feel warm.
Colin finished packing and reemerged from his bedroom. “Are we ready to go?”
Jeff was startled. “Yeah. But you packed a coat, right?” Colin nodded his head. “Then, yeah, come on.” Jeff ushered Colin to the door with his hand. Light played over Jeff's features when he pulled the door back open and Colin couldn't help but wonder what, exactly, he was thinking about at that particular moment in time.
Because he was frowning.
Colin watched Jeff walk away from him.
i think i need a sunrise. i'm tired of the sunset.
i'll get out of California. i'm tired of the weather.
The state of Colorado is over fifteen hours away from Los Angeles, California. For Colin and Jeff, that is the equivalent of over ten thousand miles away from home. When Jeff had told Colin that no, he didn't want to go to the mountains, that he wanted to leave the state completely and drive to Colorado, Colin had been confused. And when Colin had tried to lessen his confusion by asking why the Hell Jeff wanted to up and away to Colorado, the man had simply said, “Because I want to play in the snow.”
And Colin had left it at that.
At one point, at some place in some state between California and Colorado, Colin had stopped at a rest stop because his back was hurting him horribly and both of them had to pee very badly. Jeff was first out of the car, and Colin stayed behind to stretch his back a moment. Jeff also said something about caffeine and sugar.
Colin watched Jeff walk away from him.
i think i'll go to Boston. i think that i'm just tired.
i hear it's nice in the summer.
some snow would be nice.
They arrived in Colorado at around ten o'clock Saturday night. It was cold, but it was beautiful, and the snow lying on the ground was absolutely refreshing. Jeff asked Colin if he could pull over. Colin obliged, but waited until they were in a more well lit, more populated area. A mini shopping center of some sort, they both concluded, bustling with stress and energy and smelling of the holidays and money.
“Retail,” Colin said. They both smiled amusedly. Once upon a time ago, both of them, as teenagers, had toyed with the wonders and joys of retail during the glorious month of December. Never again, they'd sworn.
Jeff was first out of the car. He closed the passenger's side door behind him and looked down at the freshly fallen snow. Colin half expected him to start hurling snowballs or to bend down and start building a snowman, but he didn't move at all.
“Jeff?”
“H'm?”
“What're you doing?” Colin frowned. Jeff appeared to be chewing on his lower lip now.
“Thinking.” He paused. He crouched down and reached for a handful of snow. It was freezing cold and soaking wet but Jeff still enjoyed the feel of it against his flesh. “About Chip. You know.” Colin nodded. Chip had broken Jeff's heart about a month or so ago. Had cheated on the man with Wayne. In the blink of an eye, Jeff lost his boyfriend and his best friend. And had gone ahead and tried to lose everyone else in his life as well. Colin couldn't remember the last time he had gotten to sit down and really talk with Jeff, and he liked to believe that that was the reason why he'd driven to Colorado with him.
Because he genuinely missed being with him.
“Are you all right?”
“I... --It's funny, you know?” Jeff was almost smiling now. The snow had long ago melted in his warm palm. Now he was idly poking at the cold water that remained with his other hand. “I set our bridge on fire, but I couldn't burn it down. I broke up with Chip,” he wiped his hand off on his pants leg, “but I'm still, you know, crazy in love with him. Explain that to me, Col.” Colin watched Jeff with a sorrowful expression.
“I don't think I can. I don't think anyone can. He's just... --You trusted the man. Trusted him to not hurt you,” he replied softly. He fell silent then and watched Jeff. The younger man was looking carefully elsewhere, though. Maybe at the snow, or maybe at some happy, smiling couple not too far away from them. Either way, he was frowning and, either way, Colin wanted to drive the fifteen hours back home to Los Angeles and kill Chip for what he had done to him. “Hey, Jeff?”
“Yeah?” Jeff didn't look at him. Colin hadn't expected him to.
“Let's get out of here, huh? Find a hotel. And some food.” Jeff nodded his head and climbed back into the car. Colin did as well.
About forty five minutes later, they were checking into a hotel room for the night and Jeff was juggling their takeout from the local Burger King. Colin passed the card key off to Jeff and told him that he'd be right back, that he had left something out in the car. Jeff nodded and turned on his heel to walk upstairs.
Colin watched Jeff walk away from him.
i think i'll start it over, where no one knows my name.
They were back in Los Angeles very late Sunday night. Jeff dropped Colin off at his house and, after Colin told him to check his glove compartment at one point before arriving back home, Jeff thanked him for coming with him, hugged him goodbye and then watched him walk up the sidewalk. Once Colin was back inside of his house and the door was closed behind him, Jeff looked over at the glove compartment and narrowed his eyes in sheer curiosity. He reached a hand over and opened it. A small bag of some sort fell out. He quickly leaned over, snatched it back up and opened it.
Inside was a snow globe and a small note.
Jeff smiled and pulled the snow globe out. It wasn't much, simply read “Colorado 2004” on the bottom, and the inside was of a Lark Bunting, the Colorado State Bird. He held it upside down and then quickly reversed its position and watched, with a small smile, as the tiny pieces of fake snow scattered back down all around the bird. He remembered the note a moment later and hurried to read it.
Jeff,
Your fascination with snow is a little frightening. But, if it makes you feel happy, it makes you feel happy. I think we all need something strange to make us happy once and a while. It's just the way life works.
Enjoy the snow globe.
Colin
Not too long after he finished reading, Jeff put the snow globe and the note back inside of the bag and got out of the car. He was smiling.
Colin watched Jeff walk toward his front door.
He was smiling, too.
end.
I used the song "Boston" by Augustana for this. The lyrics don't go in order.
I wrote for
almostjulie. She asked for Jeff/Colin and snow. Hope you liked, Julie!Title: Colorado
Rating: PG, I suppose.
Pairings: Ehh... Colin/Jeff. Mention of Chip/Jeff and Chip/Wayne.
Summary: Jeff wants to drive over fifteen hours away from home to play in the snow. He drags Colin along with him.
december, 2004.
It doesn't snow in California. Not really. And definitely not in Los Angeles. So when Jeff, after an hilarious and busy taping of The Green Screen Show, approached Colin and asked him if he would like to “tag along and go see some snow with me,” the older man thought he was safe in assuming that what Jeff really meant to ask him was something along the lines of, “Hey, wanna go up to the mountains with me for a day or two?”
“Sure,” Colin had answered. Jeff explained that he would pick him up at around six Saturday morning and would have him home, safe and sound, no later than six or seven Sunday evening. He repeated Jeff's times, Jeff assured him that they were indeed correct, and then they said goodnight to each other.
Colin watched Jeff walk away from him.
oh, it has begun...
The very early morning light of day always holds the potential to make somebody, somewhere, feel all alone and utterly miserable. That's because, some say, it's quiet outside, and it's quiet inside, and the quiet almost always makes someone think about something that they have no business, whatsoever, to think about. But then they go ahead and do so nonetheless. Colin thought it was a good judge of character, really. The way that somebody thinks in the very early morning light of day.
And, of course, what they thought about. Success or failure? Happiness or sadness?
Love or loss?
At about ten minutes until six on Saturday morning, Jeff had knocked on Colin's door and, at around another ten or so minutes after that (and after Colin had managed past his cat, Timmy, to go and answer it and let Jeff inside), Jeff was standing around, awkwardly, in Colin's living room. It was a simple, yet comfortable place. A couch, a television set and two chairs. Jeff kind of liked it. It all made him feel warm.
Colin finished packing and reemerged from his bedroom. “Are we ready to go?”
Jeff was startled. “Yeah. But you packed a coat, right?” Colin nodded his head. “Then, yeah, come on.” Jeff ushered Colin to the door with his hand. Light played over Jeff's features when he pulled the door back open and Colin couldn't help but wonder what, exactly, he was thinking about at that particular moment in time.
Because he was frowning.
Colin watched Jeff walk away from him.
i'll get out of California. i'm tired of the weather.
The state of Colorado is over fifteen hours away from Los Angeles, California. For Colin and Jeff, that is the equivalent of over ten thousand miles away from home. When Jeff had told Colin that no, he didn't want to go to the mountains, that he wanted to leave the state completely and drive to Colorado, Colin had been confused. And when Colin had tried to lessen his confusion by asking why the Hell Jeff wanted to up and away to Colorado, the man had simply said, “Because I want to play in the snow.”
And Colin had left it at that.
At one point, at some place in some state between California and Colorado, Colin had stopped at a rest stop because his back was hurting him horribly and both of them had to pee very badly. Jeff was first out of the car, and Colin stayed behind to stretch his back a moment. Jeff also said something about caffeine and sugar.
Colin watched Jeff walk away from him.
i hear it's nice in the summer.
some snow would be nice.
They arrived in Colorado at around ten o'clock Saturday night. It was cold, but it was beautiful, and the snow lying on the ground was absolutely refreshing. Jeff asked Colin if he could pull over. Colin obliged, but waited until they were in a more well lit, more populated area. A mini shopping center of some sort, they both concluded, bustling with stress and energy and smelling of the holidays and money.
“Retail,” Colin said. They both smiled amusedly. Once upon a time ago, both of them, as teenagers, had toyed with the wonders and joys of retail during the glorious month of December. Never again, they'd sworn.
Jeff was first out of the car. He closed the passenger's side door behind him and looked down at the freshly fallen snow. Colin half expected him to start hurling snowballs or to bend down and start building a snowman, but he didn't move at all.
“Jeff?”
“H'm?”
“What're you doing?” Colin frowned. Jeff appeared to be chewing on his lower lip now.
“Thinking.” He paused. He crouched down and reached for a handful of snow. It was freezing cold and soaking wet but Jeff still enjoyed the feel of it against his flesh. “About Chip. You know.” Colin nodded. Chip had broken Jeff's heart about a month or so ago. Had cheated on the man with Wayne. In the blink of an eye, Jeff lost his boyfriend and his best friend. And had gone ahead and tried to lose everyone else in his life as well. Colin couldn't remember the last time he had gotten to sit down and really talk with Jeff, and he liked to believe that that was the reason why he'd driven to Colorado with him.
Because he genuinely missed being with him.
“Are you all right?”
“I... --It's funny, you know?” Jeff was almost smiling now. The snow had long ago melted in his warm palm. Now he was idly poking at the cold water that remained with his other hand. “I set our bridge on fire, but I couldn't burn it down. I broke up with Chip,” he wiped his hand off on his pants leg, “but I'm still, you know, crazy in love with him. Explain that to me, Col.” Colin watched Jeff with a sorrowful expression.
“I don't think I can. I don't think anyone can. He's just... --You trusted the man. Trusted him to not hurt you,” he replied softly. He fell silent then and watched Jeff. The younger man was looking carefully elsewhere, though. Maybe at the snow, or maybe at some happy, smiling couple not too far away from them. Either way, he was frowning and, either way, Colin wanted to drive the fifteen hours back home to Los Angeles and kill Chip for what he had done to him. “Hey, Jeff?”
“Yeah?” Jeff didn't look at him. Colin hadn't expected him to.
“Let's get out of here, huh? Find a hotel. And some food.” Jeff nodded his head and climbed back into the car. Colin did as well.
About forty five minutes later, they were checking into a hotel room for the night and Jeff was juggling their takeout from the local Burger King. Colin passed the card key off to Jeff and told him that he'd be right back, that he had left something out in the car. Jeff nodded and turned on his heel to walk upstairs.
Colin watched Jeff walk away from him.
They were back in Los Angeles very late Sunday night. Jeff dropped Colin off at his house and, after Colin told him to check his glove compartment at one point before arriving back home, Jeff thanked him for coming with him, hugged him goodbye and then watched him walk up the sidewalk. Once Colin was back inside of his house and the door was closed behind him, Jeff looked over at the glove compartment and narrowed his eyes in sheer curiosity. He reached a hand over and opened it. A small bag of some sort fell out. He quickly leaned over, snatched it back up and opened it.
Inside was a snow globe and a small note.
Jeff smiled and pulled the snow globe out. It wasn't much, simply read “Colorado 2004” on the bottom, and the inside was of a Lark Bunting, the Colorado State Bird. He held it upside down and then quickly reversed its position and watched, with a small smile, as the tiny pieces of fake snow scattered back down all around the bird. He remembered the note a moment later and hurried to read it.
Jeff,
Your fascination with snow is a little frightening. But, if it makes you feel happy, it makes you feel happy. I think we all need something strange to make us happy once and a while. It's just the way life works.
Enjoy the snow globe.
Colin
Not too long after he finished reading, Jeff put the snow globe and the note back inside of the bag and got out of the car. He was smiling.
Colin watched Jeff walk toward his front door.
He was smiling, too.
end.
I used the song "Boston" by Augustana for this. The lyrics don't go in order.
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