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revidTitle: Summer Shudder
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Billie Joe Armstrong/Davey Havok (AFI)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. No money is being made, and nothing is implied about any real person.
A/N: I've had AFI on the brain since I saw them two weeks ago, so this seemed like a good excuse to get it out. This takes place the second week of June 2006, right after Decemberunderground debuted at Number One on the Billboard 200 Chart.
For the fic challenge to celebrate the 1,039th member of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comingclean, with the prompt of 'congratulations'.
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Yanked along by his dog, Billie Joe struggled down the block, barely managing to avoid his neighbor's car pulling into the driveway.
"Dude," Billie yelled as Davey exited his car. "Number one! Number fucking one!" He bounded over to squish his pal in a bear hug. "I'd buy champagne, if you did that shit!"
Davey pulled back to read one pair of unlined eyes with another--What were those odds?--hands still on Billie's hips. Billie leaned forward and flicked his tongue gently against his friend's lip ring.
"You could congratulate me some other way," Davey murmured.
Author:
revidPairing: Billie Joe Armstrong/Davey Havok (AFI)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. No money is being made, and nothing is implied about any real person.
A/N: I've had AFI on the brain since I saw them two weeks ago, so this seemed like a good excuse to get it out. This takes place the second week of June 2006, right after Decemberunderground debuted at Number One on the Billboard 200 Chart.
For the fic challenge to celebrate the 1,039th member of
comingclean, with the prompt of 'congratulations'.Yanked along by his dog, Billie Joe struggled down the block, barely managing to avoid his neighbor's car pulling into the driveway.
"Dude," Billie yelled as Davey exited his car. "Number one! Number fucking one!" He bounded over to squish his pal in a bear hug. "I'd buy champagne, if you did that shit!"
Davey pulled back to read one pair of unlined eyes with another--What were those odds?--hands still on Billie's hips. Billie leaned forward and flicked his tongue gently against his friend's lip ring.
"You could congratulate me some other way," Davey murmured.
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Date: 2007-03-19 06:03 am (UTC)