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asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2019-01-29 12:53 pm
asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2019-01-29 12:53 pm
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The Accidental Earworm (Romani Detective Original Fiction)
Title: The Accidental Earworm
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,008
Summary: Zayne is humming and driving James nuts. What Jay doesn’t realize is it’s his own damn fault.
Author’s Note: Written for the A to Z Challenge at 1_million_words. The letter was E and I ran with ‘earworm’.
“What the hell are you doing, Reyes,” James snapped. He lowered the book he was trying to read and glared at the cowboy. “You can be so damn annoying.”
“I’m not doing anything,” Zayne said, looking genuinely confused. “I was just channel surfing as usual. It’s never bothered you before, gingerbread.”
“You’re humming, cowboy,” James groaned. “Stop it.”
“Dude, if you knew what I was doing, why did you ask?”
“Just stop, okay?”
“Fine.” Zayne picked up the remote and changed the station, looking for something to drown out the redhead.
James lifted the book again and started to read. He wasn’t sure where the thing had come from, but he was hooked after only a few pages. The characters were a bit goofy, but the story was good. He flipped the page and sighed. “Damnit, Zayne, now you’re singing.”
“I am?” He looked at the redhead and frowned. “I didn’t realize. Sorry.”
“You’d better be,” James muttered. “I can’t concentrate with all that going on over here.”
“He means he can’t concentrate with all this so close to him,” Zayne told Andrej, waving his hand the length of his torso.
James huffed. “Not true, Reyes,” he lied. Damn, but it was hard to concentrate having the Texan sitting so close to him on the couch. However, he’d die before he admitted as much in front of Zayne. “He’s full of it, Andy, don’t listen to him.”
Andrej didn’t comment, he was much too used to these little disagreements between his boys. The worst thing he could do was say something, even if he didn’t take sides. Simply participating was enough to escalate whatever it was they were bickering about.
Two minutes later, Andrej heard James groan again and this time, Andrej heard it. Oddly, he even recognized the song Zayne was humming. It was a favorite of Trish’s. As loathe as she was to admit it, there were a handful of country songs that appealed to her. Andrej glanced at James, trying to gauge Jay’s level of irritation, when his eyes landed on the cover of the book the redhead was reading and laughed.
“Jay,” Andrej said, “where did you get that paperback?”
“It was on the coffee table this morning,” he said. “I thought it was yours?”
Andrej shook his head. “I have never seen it before.”
Zayne turned away from the television and squinted at the cover. “Oh, that’s where that went.” He turned to Andrej. “Hil gave it to me yesterday because she thought you might like it.”
Nodding, Andrej smiled. “Zayne, do you have any idea what song you’ve been humming?”
“No man, like I told the narco, I didn’t even know I was doing that.”
He pointed at the book in James’ hand. “Read the title.”
Doing as he was told, Zayne glanced back at the cover and started to laugh. “Oh, dear god,” he chuckled. “Fucking figures.”
“What?” James put an old receipt into the book to mark his spot and flipped the book over. “It’s called You’ll Miss Me More. What does that have to do with anything?”
“You don’t sit four feet from Trish Rollins all day long either,” Zayne said, standing and stretching. “I’m going to grab a beer. You want one, gingerbread?”
“Yeah, sure,” James said. Turning back to Andrej, he held out his hands. “What am I missing?”
“There is a song that Trish has been listening to a lot lately.”
“She’s obsessed, Zek,” Zayne shouted from the kitchen.
James chuckled at Zayne. “He’s a bit dramatic, isn’t he?”
“He is not too far off the mark this time,” Andrej said. “I think she plays it eight or nine times a day. Maybe more, we aren’t in the station all day.”
“Okay,” James said, understanding that much. “But what does that have to do with this book?”
“The song’s called “Miss Me More”,” Zayne said, handing over a bottle of beer. “It’s a freaking earworm, I’ll tell you that much.”
“You must have seen the title and gotten the song stuck in your head,” James surmised.
“Or, it was already there because Rollins is insane.”
“It can’t be any worse than some of the shit you listen to, Reyes.”
“Right back at you, narco.”
“Okay, okay,” Andrej said, breaking his own rule and getting in the middle before they could start to really fight. “The rules are: no arguing about music, television, or books.”
“Which is really friggen weird because he never took politics off the table,” Zayne pointed out.
“Our politics, for the most part, are all in line with each other’s,” James reminded him. “Whenever we get heated over something, we’re generally in agreement.”
“Which does not make things any better, but at least no one is angry with anyone else in the end,” Andrej added.
“Okay,” James said, tossing the book onto the coffee table. “I guess I’m done reading that.”
“Nah,” Zayne said, picking it up and handing it back to the redhead. “Now that I know why I’m doing it – and that I was even doing it at all – I can stop.”
“Are you sure?” Zayne nodded. “Okay, but I swear to god, if you start singing one more time, I’m going to beat you to death with this paperback.”
“Please do not,” Andrej said. “I have to give that back to Hilary.”
James looked at Zayne and started laughing. “Sorry, cowboy. Andy’s more concerned about the condition of his borrowed book than his boyfriend.”
“You know, just for that, I’m going to start singing all the country songs I know, just to piss you off.” He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Rosewood. “And I grew up in Texas, asshole. I think I know them all.”
Andrej left the room before James could respond. He’d let them fight it out because he didn’t have the energy to stop them. On the other hand, he had a new book, if he could ever get it away from James. That might make all of this hubbub worth the frustration.
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End note: the song in question is Kelsea Ballerini’s ”Miss Me More”. It really is one hell of an earworm, but it’s also really good (and I’m not 100% on board with this particular artist yet).
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,008
Summary: Zayne is humming and driving James nuts. What Jay doesn’t realize is it’s his own damn fault.
Author’s Note: Written for the A to Z Challenge at 1_million_words. The letter was E and I ran with ‘earworm’.
“What the hell are you doing, Reyes,” James snapped. He lowered the book he was trying to read and glared at the cowboy. “You can be so damn annoying.”
“I’m not doing anything,” Zayne said, looking genuinely confused. “I was just channel surfing as usual. It’s never bothered you before, gingerbread.”
“You’re humming, cowboy,” James groaned. “Stop it.”
“Dude, if you knew what I was doing, why did you ask?”
“Just stop, okay?”
“Fine.” Zayne picked up the remote and changed the station, looking for something to drown out the redhead.
James lifted the book again and started to read. He wasn’t sure where the thing had come from, but he was hooked after only a few pages. The characters were a bit goofy, but the story was good. He flipped the page and sighed. “Damnit, Zayne, now you’re singing.”
“I am?” He looked at the redhead and frowned. “I didn’t realize. Sorry.”
“You’d better be,” James muttered. “I can’t concentrate with all that going on over here.”
“He means he can’t concentrate with all this so close to him,” Zayne told Andrej, waving his hand the length of his torso.
James huffed. “Not true, Reyes,” he lied. Damn, but it was hard to concentrate having the Texan sitting so close to him on the couch. However, he’d die before he admitted as much in front of Zayne. “He’s full of it, Andy, don’t listen to him.”
Andrej didn’t comment, he was much too used to these little disagreements between his boys. The worst thing he could do was say something, even if he didn’t take sides. Simply participating was enough to escalate whatever it was they were bickering about.
Two minutes later, Andrej heard James groan again and this time, Andrej heard it. Oddly, he even recognized the song Zayne was humming. It was a favorite of Trish’s. As loathe as she was to admit it, there were a handful of country songs that appealed to her. Andrej glanced at James, trying to gauge Jay’s level of irritation, when his eyes landed on the cover of the book the redhead was reading and laughed.
“Jay,” Andrej said, “where did you get that paperback?”
“It was on the coffee table this morning,” he said. “I thought it was yours?”
Andrej shook his head. “I have never seen it before.”
Zayne turned away from the television and squinted at the cover. “Oh, that’s where that went.” He turned to Andrej. “Hil gave it to me yesterday because she thought you might like it.”
Nodding, Andrej smiled. “Zayne, do you have any idea what song you’ve been humming?”
“No man, like I told the narco, I didn’t even know I was doing that.”
He pointed at the book in James’ hand. “Read the title.”
Doing as he was told, Zayne glanced back at the cover and started to laugh. “Oh, dear god,” he chuckled. “Fucking figures.”
“What?” James put an old receipt into the book to mark his spot and flipped the book over. “It’s called You’ll Miss Me More. What does that have to do with anything?”
“You don’t sit four feet from Trish Rollins all day long either,” Zayne said, standing and stretching. “I’m going to grab a beer. You want one, gingerbread?”
“Yeah, sure,” James said. Turning back to Andrej, he held out his hands. “What am I missing?”
“There is a song that Trish has been listening to a lot lately.”
“She’s obsessed, Zek,” Zayne shouted from the kitchen.
James chuckled at Zayne. “He’s a bit dramatic, isn’t he?”
“He is not too far off the mark this time,” Andrej said. “I think she plays it eight or nine times a day. Maybe more, we aren’t in the station all day.”
“Okay,” James said, understanding that much. “But what does that have to do with this book?”
“The song’s called “Miss Me More”,” Zayne said, handing over a bottle of beer. “It’s a freaking earworm, I’ll tell you that much.”
“You must have seen the title and gotten the song stuck in your head,” James surmised.
“Or, it was already there because Rollins is insane.”
“It can’t be any worse than some of the shit you listen to, Reyes.”
“Right back at you, narco.”
“Okay, okay,” Andrej said, breaking his own rule and getting in the middle before they could start to really fight. “The rules are: no arguing about music, television, or books.”
“Which is really friggen weird because he never took politics off the table,” Zayne pointed out.
“Our politics, for the most part, are all in line with each other’s,” James reminded him. “Whenever we get heated over something, we’re generally in agreement.”
“Which does not make things any better, but at least no one is angry with anyone else in the end,” Andrej added.
“Okay,” James said, tossing the book onto the coffee table. “I guess I’m done reading that.”
“Nah,” Zayne said, picking it up and handing it back to the redhead. “Now that I know why I’m doing it – and that I was even doing it at all – I can stop.”
“Are you sure?” Zayne nodded. “Okay, but I swear to god, if you start singing one more time, I’m going to beat you to death with this paperback.”
“Please do not,” Andrej said. “I have to give that back to Hilary.”
James looked at Zayne and started laughing. “Sorry, cowboy. Andy’s more concerned about the condition of his borrowed book than his boyfriend.”
“You know, just for that, I’m going to start singing all the country songs I know, just to piss you off.” He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Rosewood. “And I grew up in Texas, asshole. I think I know them all.”
Andrej left the room before James could respond. He’d let them fight it out because he didn’t have the energy to stop them. On the other hand, he had a new book, if he could ever get it away from James. That might make all of this hubbub worth the frustration.
--
End note: the song in question is Kelsea Ballerini’s ”Miss Me More”. It really is one hell of an earworm, but it’s also really good (and I’m not 100% on board with this particular artist yet).