Heading out...

[killingsoftly]

It was Saturday. He'd spent all day Friday packing, just to be ready. Of course, he'd been ready Wednesday night, but for Warren and Alma's sake, he'd curbed his impatience. But the principal's accusations still rang in his ears. The idea that he'd done something to Warren hurt, not entirely because he'd been unable to, even to prove a point. But he wouldn't ever have put them into this situation, even if he could and the fact that she thought he was strong enough to still hadn't registered under the hurt that she thought he could. That he would. It was likely that even if the thought did register, he'd dismiss it as putting on a good show. All show, no substance.

But they were going on tour and so, really, that didn't matter. He could play the game well enough, and had enough natural musical talent, that tour would give him what he needed. What he loved and craved and maybe the hurts would be soothed and insecurities at what he couldn't do be eased. He hoped so, at least. It...felt broken somehow that he didn't know how to fix. Didn't know how to fix himself and...

He pushed the thought away as he started carrying things downstairs to the van. If he got his in and done, they'd have less to do together with Warren's.

He bounced at that thought. They were going on tour. Just him and Warren and the people who thought they were wonderful. The show and the music and the lights and the make up. The groupies and the fans and the energy. And then just the road, and them. Hotel rooms and wide open spaces and something new to see every day. Something new to show Warren, to experience with him for the first time.

He was ready.

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[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

He looked over, smiled at Devin, started to pack the cooler. Kissed his cheek as he walked past.

ooc: I just had to move an armchair, a loveseat, and a fucking big table so I could cut fabric. After I asked him three times to help me move it, last night. And told him I wanted to cut fabric today, this morning. Five goddamn minutes, that's all it would have taken us together.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin smiled, grabbing a bag to toss the non-refrigerated items into.

ooc: Urgh. Men.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren packed up the refrigerated items and some ice into the cooler, putting the small stuff on top, like string cheese and a couple pieces of fruit. Sodas went on one side, and the bottom. A couple for now, a couple for later.

ooc: Yeah, pretty much. Now I'm all sweaty and getting over the feeling of needing to cry. But at least the goddamn table's up.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin snagged the crackers and little cans of fruit that you popped the lids off. Easy enough, all of it, but good.

The cookies went on top.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren chuckled, seeing that.

"Sugar monster."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"Gotta keep the energy up!"

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh." Warren grinned. "Energy for what?"

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"Driving," Devin gave him an innocent look, despite the fact that they had just a couple of hours of it to do to get to Boston, which was their first stop.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh." Warren grinned at him, kissed his cheek as he went past to get his backpack and sundries bag over by the door.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin smirked and swatted his ass as he went to check through the house to see if they'd forgotten anything.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren laughed, moved the snacks over by the door as well.

He wondered where his mother was. She'd said she had an errand to run but she'd be back before they left...

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin finished his circle through the house, and came back in.

"Got everything?"

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"I think so..."

And then the door started to open, slowly, the way it does if someone's got an armful of something.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin moved forward quickly to open the door, peering around it.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Alma smiled from the other side of a large computer box. "Can I get a hand with this...?"

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin took the other edge, then shifted to take the whole thing from her.

"What's this?"

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

She smiled her thanks, hoisting a sholder bag that hadn't been there when she left.

"Warren's new laptop."

"My what?!"

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin grinned at her, then him, and presented the box to Warren.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren was careful to sit down with it fairly quickly, looking rather stunned.

"This way you have no excuse for not keeping in contact. You can e-mail, send pictures, tell me everything about what's going on with you two on tour." She grinned back at Devin, casting a look of fond amusement at her son.

Who still was sort of fish-mouthing.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin bounced. "That's good, yeah, 'cause mine isn't the best for pictures."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren was still sort of making faces. "Mom...!" he said finally, worrying a little. Did they really have the money for this?

Well, if he wasn't going to high school this year. But. Still.

"... thanks.." he added finally, belatedly, blushing a little. "I mean, you didn't have to... Thanks."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin grinned at him, seeing how happy he was.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

She pointed a finger at Warren and smiled. "I expect you to become a brilliant rock star, in exchange."

It was bothering her, more than a little, to let him go. To be alone in a rattling apartment, to have him running off all over the country, Godknowswhere. But at the same time, everything that was bothering her, she knew, were the little things. The things that she couldn't help and that she would think of if he was going off to college. Eating right, sleeping enough, safe and healthy and happy. She'd done all she could do, and it was time to let him go.

None of which stopped her from giving him an embarrassingly motherly hug.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin fidgeted, not wanting to intrude, and not really sure what it was he'd be intruding on, anyway. He slipped out to let them have a moment together just them, perching on the balcony at the top of the stairs and lighting a cigarette.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

They exchanged the usual words, the usual quiet whispers and, you'll take care of yourself, right?

When things were a little less mushy he went up and slid a hand along Devin's back, between his shoulders. "Ready to finish packing, get out of here?"