Calling All Angels 6/?

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Title: Calling All Angels Part 6/?
Rated: T for Language
Characters: Jeff, Greg, Mike
Summary: Did you ever have that one person who changed your life? Pre-Whose Line AU.


Hey guys, I can't get to my Beta right now due to age regulations, so endure my horrible typos and such for just one more time. I tried to edit it as much as I could before I posted.

But... prepare for the dangers of housemates... obsessive mothers... and hormones!







It was nearly one before the mass of Transformers blankets kicked up from the bottom bunk and a moan emerged from the open mouth. The youngest Davis coughed and rubbed his eyes; he needed a glass of water to wash out the taste of sleep and leftover Pepsi. Sleep wasn't kind to him with the dull pain in his knees and the cracked throat. Jeff coughed again and threw his legs over the edge of the bed. He rubbed his bleary eyes before sitting up completely to the sun’s ray peeking in through the window. Bill's snores emerged from the top bunk along with the near capsizing lanky body hanging over the railing. The younger brother shook his head before he scratched his hair and left his bedroom in search of refreshment.

Jeff blinked in the dim light with his still tired eyes; the routine of the early day was written out in his head: orange juice, cereal, and sitting in front of the television set to watch whatever show he could get. He yawned as he bare feet padded against the tiled floor and opened the refrigerator door. Grabbing the appropriate drinks (milk and orange juice), he shut the door and yelled nearly dropping the milk. Standing there with a smart ass grin was their new housemate with his thick glasses shadowing his eyes. If Jeff wasn't a good kid, he'd give the asshole a good kick for giving him a small fright. Instead the kid brushed it off and moved to the counter. Greg chuckled and leaned against the wall.

“Kinda late for breakfast; it's after ten-thirty,” he told Jeff and pointed to the clock on the kitchen wall.

Jeff shrugged and poured out the cereal into the bowl. The older frowned at the non-expressive response and crossed his arms. This kid didn't talk that much. He remembered when he was his age; no one could get him to shut up when it came to something he was passionate about.

“What's the matter? Kitten caught his own tongue?”

Jeff twisted the cap back on and gave an irritated glare to the older. “I was told not to talk to strangers.”

“Oh please, I'm no stranger. I'm living here for the next few days, kid,” Greg explained and sat down at the bar.

Jeff put the supplies where they belonged when his mother walked in from outside. She moved in and smiled at the facade of the two housemates bonding. Jeff took his bowl of cereal and moved to the living room as she entered the kitchen.

“Oh honey, don't leave on my accord,” Mrs. Davis told him, but Jeff acted as if he didn't hear.

“Looks like he's ignoring you, Mrs. D,” Greg chuckled and watched as the kid turned on the television to eat his breakfast.

“Just like his damn father,” the woman noted and took something out of her pocket.

Greg watched as the petite woman pulled down a cookie jar from the top of the refrigerator and slipped a small box inside. His eyebrow rose in question, but he threw the pensive thought away as she turned around. She smelled heavily of smoke.

“Mark is just a pain in the ass sometimes and so are the children. I deal with it though and hope some of my sense made it to Bill and Jeff.”

The young man nodded; what house did he just walk into? It was the fifties again apparently in this household. Greg shrugged and watched as the woman put coffee into the machine. He smiled at the thought of some good coffee; days officially started after some good cup of Joe. As the heavy scent filled the room, his eyes moved to the television where The Cosby Show was starting. Jeff smiled as he ate his cereal. The bespectacled man stood and moved to a chair next to Jeff and began watching the show with him.

“So what's been happening? I've lost the storyline almost a year ago,” Greg asked as he crossed his legs.

“Nothing too great... just that it’s the second season and this is the only sitcom on TV,” was the answer along with a crunch of still dry cereal. “Pretty much the same growing pains.”

Greg chuckled at Jeff's blunt reply. They watched the show together before Mike joined them a few minutes later. The man took a seat on the same sofa as Jeff, but he kept his distance. The two men tossed comments to each other about Bill Cosby and how smart the show is; once again something that flew over the young man's head. He was content however with his show and the mild banter between the two. Even though the conversation may as well be in archaic Aramaic, Jeff enjoyed the interaction over something he likes. It was something neither of his parents nor Bill would ever do.

“What about you, Jeff? Why do you like the show?” Greg suddenly broke the younger's concentration.

The younger blinked and set his empty bowl down. “Um... I dunno... everything about it, I guess.”

A snicker was held back.

“Okay... easier question: which Huxtable is hot to you? That's what youngerlings care about, right?” Greg chuckled.

“Greg, leave him alone. If he doesn't want to join our conversation then let him enjoy his show,” Mike interjected, trying to leave Jeff out of the spotlight.

“Denise.”

The abrupt answer from the younger threw off the two men. Jeff looked at both of them and smiled content with the expressions of shock. Greg laughed at the answer and Mike rolled his eyes at his less mature partner. The younger shook his head as his laughs calmed.

“Wow... good choice,” Greg finally said and thus that ended that conversation for the show.

Jeff smiled again and leaned back. Mrs. Davis brought the coffee for the two men along with cream and sugar. Her son moved his propped up feet as she set them down as if it was a tea tray. Greg and Mike helped themselves to the delicious smell. The woman smiled and tapped her son's shoulder.

“Honey, go ahead and get dressed. We need to go hunting for an audition. I received a call earlier that there were a few television shows that want to check you out all this weekend.”

Jeff moaned and got up off the sofa. He loved acting, but he hated trying out for the damn things. He frowned as he passed Greg and the older saw the disappointment; the kid shouldn't act like that. If you had a high profession, then you had to do work. Greg turned to Mike with his head leaning into his fist.

“Speaking of such, what time are we supposed to be going tonight? Same time?”

Mike nodded. “Yeah, sign in is at 6:30. We have a few hours before we need to do anything.”

“We really need to practice,” Greg mused softly. “Let's run through some notes again.”

“Why? You always riff anyway, Greg.”

“Well, Mike. I love riffing, but it won't be good unless I have an idea on how the fuck it's laid out.”

Greg stood up in a huff and moved to his room as the door across the hall opened and Bill walked down with a yawn. The comedian opened the bedside table and pulled out an old leather notebook, a gift from graduation. He opened the booklet and flipped through the scribbles and leaflets he made from the passed few days. He covered his mouth and yawned as he picked through the notes; he had to remember every single topic he wrote down along with the jokes laced within them. Greg sighed and leaned back into the headboard of the bed; the words were mouthed out in soft whispers and chuckles at his own jokes.



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It had been nearly two hours worth of scurrying about Los Angeles "hunting" for Jeff’s new job; it was a weird sentence when you really thought about it. The youngest Davis leaned back in the chair and watched the entire city fly passed the car window. The tall building hid the afternoon sun behind the large panes of glass and steel and the sky was hidden by a slate of metal and cloth of the Mercedes. Mrs. Davis smiled as she looked through her address book in search of the agencies that would be great hopefuls for Jeff: a new show on a station called Nickelodeon, a character for some new show in the works called Full House, a commercial, and maybe a movie part. She was ecstatic to hear all these new chances for her son; Jeff, once again, wasn’t too happy. He’d rather automatically get the part then go home and enjoy the rest of the day. This would affect his performance greatly…

The first audition was a bust. Jeff’s mind was somewhere else and he didn’t even get two lines out before he fucked up.

The second was more or less just to see if he even looked the part; he was too old in their eyes, even with a youthful face. Also his height wasn’t convincing in any way.

The third and final one for the day was a wait in line and a script for Full House. Jeff was told that he had to study the script and be there on Thursday. He passed the “look” inspection and they loved his face. They figured he was old enough for a good friend and possible boyfriend if he continued. Mrs. Davis made them a promise that Jeff would arrive on time Thursday and they would be prepared for a great show; Jeff was mainly focusing on the cute girl who bounced into the office next door to his. The girl was around his age, maybe a year or two younger, with long blonde hair and a round face.

She looked really cute…

“Come on Jeffery. We need to get home and changed before your father gets home. We’re going out to eat tonight.”

Jeff shook his head out of his stupor and shrugged. The girl smiled at Jeff from inside the glass encasement; the kid’s eyes widened when she waved at him. Jeff returned the wave, rather weakly, and gave an awkward smile. From behind the glass, she smiled an awfully beautiful smile. Mrs. Davis just happened to pull her son away right before Jeff sent another message to the girl. The younger’s face turned red in embarrassment as his mother yanked him into the elevator.

Jeff really wanted to be on the show now if it meant he’d see girls. Girls… he couldn’t stand them, but now he wanted nothing more than to get on a television show just to see them. This new attraction would soon be a large pain in his ass.