Post by Bonejangles rox on Jan 14, 2006 21:51:29 GMT -5
Okay, at long last, here is my nameless Bonejangles fic. If you guys have a title for it, I’d be very glad to hear it! In case you can’t tell by reading it, BJ and the BBs are alive in this chapter—but not for long. And if you’ve read A Shoulderblade to Cry On (my BJ/E fic), you probably remember a part where BJ was talking about his old girlfriend Anna. If you didn’t, you’ll find out what she does to him… now.
Chapter One: Our Groovy Young Man
The trunks and instrument cases were packed and loaded into the carriage. The Bone Boys were all there and ready to go… save for one. The lead singer and sometimes-sax player had some unfinished business to attend to before they headed off to their gig. His name was Bonejangles, and his first name has faded into the abyss of time forever (In other words, I’m too lazy to think of one). He was a rather odd young man who really didn’t fit in well with the stuffy community. This was mostly because of his unusual last name, but his uniqueness and good looks had attracted him a good number of fans (*cough*). By good looks, I mean Bonejangles was tall, thin, and pale (like everyone else around here), with shaggy black hair almost hidden by an ever-present bowler hat, shadowy eyes buried deep in their sockets, and a decidedly large, square chin.
Sadly, my fellow fangirls, this unfinished business I mentioned earlier was the parting between Bonejangles and his long time girlfriend, Anna. She, too, was sought out by many who were attracted to her by long black waves of hair and feminine charms to rival the Greek goddess Aphrodite’s—when she wanted them to. Anna and Bonejangles were extremely different, but in that, they were living proof that opposites really did attract. Anna always hated it when Bonejangles had to leave town like this, but managed—with some outside help, which I’ll get to later.
“Bonejangles, do you really have to go?” Anna whined, her arms around her boyfriend. Don’t get me wrong, Anna knew Bonejangles’s first name, but like I said it vanished into history from lack of use. Nobody ever called Bonejangles by his first name, not even his bandmates or his gal.
“We’ve been through this before, doll, yes, I have to go!” Bonejangles laughed, running his fingers through her waist length hair.
“I wish I could come, too,” Anna whispered in his ear.
“Baby doll, ya know I can’t fit another speck o’ dust in that carriage, otherwise ya know I’d take you along,” Bonejangles assured her.
“Get a bigger carriage.” Anna pretended to pout, but wasn’t quite able to hide a smile.
“I’ll try.” Bonejangles and Anna both laughed before kissing goodbye.
“BJ, come on, we’ve got to split!” called a Bone Boy from the window.
“All right, all right, hold your horses, I’m comin’!” Bonejangles clambered into the cramped carriage and as the door closed, Anna blew her boyfriend a last kiss. As the carriage pulled away, Anna walked away, and Bonejangles missed an eye roll and an evil chuckle. [b](Don’t you just want to strangle her?)[/b]
***
As promised, Bonejangles returned to town before long, and, as always, the first thing he did was to set off to Anna’s home. This time, however, was a little different…
Bonejangles slid his bowler hat at a little more of an angle before knocking three times on the peeling white door. He stood there for what seemed like hours, but Anna didn’t come. He knocked again, but the door still didn’t open. Finally, he opened the door himself and received a surprise—the most horrible surprise of his short life.
Anna—his Anna—was standing with a man who wasn’t him, and by the way they were holding each other, they had been sucking each other’s faces right up until the moment Bonejangles had entered the room. Anna looked at the stranger, smiled dramatically at him, and ran over to Bonejangles. She grabbed his shoulder and began the pathetic nasal whine she reserved for begging.
“Bonejangles! Hi!” He didn’t answer, just glared at Anna, rage boiling up inside of him. “Did you see what that horrible man tried to do to me? He broke into my house and tried to—“
“Shut up,” Bonejangles snapped. Anna instantly fell silent, knowing she was in trouble. “I know that ain’t what really happened. Anna, how could you do this to me?”
“But—“
Bonejangles didn’t even wait for her to finish, just stormed out of the house fuming. She doesn’t care, he thought bitterly, kicking a stone in his path. She never did. She’s probably right back to snogging that son-of-a— he couldn’t finish the thought. Even Bonejangles, furious though he was at the moment, couldn’t deny that his heart was broken.
Poor Bonejangles. Still, we all know he has armies of fangirls to keep him happy! He doesn’t know that, though, and he won’t until after he dies—next chapter. Sorry, my fellow fangirls, you know it has to happen.
Chapter One: Our Groovy Young Man
The trunks and instrument cases were packed and loaded into the carriage. The Bone Boys were all there and ready to go… save for one. The lead singer and sometimes-sax player had some unfinished business to attend to before they headed off to their gig. His name was Bonejangles, and his first name has faded into the abyss of time forever (In other words, I’m too lazy to think of one). He was a rather odd young man who really didn’t fit in well with the stuffy community. This was mostly because of his unusual last name, but his uniqueness and good looks had attracted him a good number of fans (*cough*). By good looks, I mean Bonejangles was tall, thin, and pale (like everyone else around here), with shaggy black hair almost hidden by an ever-present bowler hat, shadowy eyes buried deep in their sockets, and a decidedly large, square chin.
Sadly, my fellow fangirls, this unfinished business I mentioned earlier was the parting between Bonejangles and his long time girlfriend, Anna. She, too, was sought out by many who were attracted to her by long black waves of hair and feminine charms to rival the Greek goddess Aphrodite’s—when she wanted them to. Anna and Bonejangles were extremely different, but in that, they were living proof that opposites really did attract. Anna always hated it when Bonejangles had to leave town like this, but managed—with some outside help, which I’ll get to later.
“Bonejangles, do you really have to go?” Anna whined, her arms around her boyfriend. Don’t get me wrong, Anna knew Bonejangles’s first name, but like I said it vanished into history from lack of use. Nobody ever called Bonejangles by his first name, not even his bandmates or his gal.
“We’ve been through this before, doll, yes, I have to go!” Bonejangles laughed, running his fingers through her waist length hair.
“I wish I could come, too,” Anna whispered in his ear.
“Baby doll, ya know I can’t fit another speck o’ dust in that carriage, otherwise ya know I’d take you along,” Bonejangles assured her.
“Get a bigger carriage.” Anna pretended to pout, but wasn’t quite able to hide a smile.
“I’ll try.” Bonejangles and Anna both laughed before kissing goodbye.
“BJ, come on, we’ve got to split!” called a Bone Boy from the window.
“All right, all right, hold your horses, I’m comin’!” Bonejangles clambered into the cramped carriage and as the door closed, Anna blew her boyfriend a last kiss. As the carriage pulled away, Anna walked away, and Bonejangles missed an eye roll and an evil chuckle. [b](Don’t you just want to strangle her?)[/b]
***
As promised, Bonejangles returned to town before long, and, as always, the first thing he did was to set off to Anna’s home. This time, however, was a little different…
Bonejangles slid his bowler hat at a little more of an angle before knocking three times on the peeling white door. He stood there for what seemed like hours, but Anna didn’t come. He knocked again, but the door still didn’t open. Finally, he opened the door himself and received a surprise—the most horrible surprise of his short life.
Anna—his Anna—was standing with a man who wasn’t him, and by the way they were holding each other, they had been sucking each other’s faces right up until the moment Bonejangles had entered the room. Anna looked at the stranger, smiled dramatically at him, and ran over to Bonejangles. She grabbed his shoulder and began the pathetic nasal whine she reserved for begging.
“Bonejangles! Hi!” He didn’t answer, just glared at Anna, rage boiling up inside of him. “Did you see what that horrible man tried to do to me? He broke into my house and tried to—“
“Shut up,” Bonejangles snapped. Anna instantly fell silent, knowing she was in trouble. “I know that ain’t what really happened. Anna, how could you do this to me?”
“But—“
Bonejangles didn’t even wait for her to finish, just stormed out of the house fuming. She doesn’t care, he thought bitterly, kicking a stone in his path. She never did. She’s probably right back to snogging that son-of-a— he couldn’t finish the thought. Even Bonejangles, furious though he was at the moment, couldn’t deny that his heart was broken.
Poor Bonejangles. Still, we all know he has armies of fangirls to keep him happy! He doesn’t know that, though, and he won’t until after he dies—next chapter. Sorry, my fellow fangirls, you know it has to happen.
