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Bonhomme [Jul. 21st, 2005|10:40 am]
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Hey guys this is my first RQ fanfic, I'm currently taking requests!

Bonhomme
By Curry


1984
Chrix sprang up from the bed when John told him the news.
"Revenge of the Nerds? Oh, honey, you really wanted that role, too! I'm so proud of you!" He practically danced over to his lover, John Goodman, and kissed him in congratulations.
"You're gonna be a star, John."
John just grinned.

1988
John called Chrix from a payphone in New York City this time.
"Roseanne? I don't think I've heard of her." Chrix said.
"Who knows? Bomb or success, it's a job. I'm picking up souvenirs. You still collect mugs, right?"

1992
"I'm not much into baseball." said Chrix, a little bored.
"I know, but the Babe? Babe Ruth? You're telling me you have no idea who he was?" John's incredulous demand was met with a blank stare.
"The candy bar?"
"Jesus Christ."

1998
"It's not just a Blues Brothers sequel, it's Blues Brothers 2000! Why can't you just be happy for me?"
Chrix was defensive. "I never said I wasn't happy for you, I just wondered why everyone feels the need to make a sequel to a perfectly good movie!"
John sighed, head in his hands. "Come on, baby, let's not fight."
"You know I'm just worried about your career..." Chrix soothed.
"I'll be fine." said John, as he led Chrix to the bedroom.

2001
"I got Disney!"
"The CGI one?"
"Oh God, we ARE not having this argument again!"
"I just think traditional animation is superior! Mark my words, this... Monsters Incorporated will not top the last Disney one you did!"

2003
"I miss you, Chrix. I'm sick of 'other people' I want to see you."
"That's... not a good idea, John. Things seem so nice and simple now, but you remember the fighting, don't you?"
"Look, it's all in the past. I'm doing a voice for this Jungle Book sequel and-"
"Did you say 'sequel,' John?"

2005
Chrix peered down into the hole as his former lover's large coffin was lowered into it. He felt... funny. Like he should be sadder than he was. The priest's voice droned on as the first few flakes of the new year wafted half-heartedly in the breeze. Chrix looked up to the sky, and inhaled deeply. The air smelled of frozen earth, of regret, of what may have been.
He was going to be okay.
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Comments:
[User Picture]From: pelomalo
2005-07-21 02:47 pm (UTC)
haha Curry ilu.
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[User Picture]From: tbone
2005-07-21 02:59 pm (UTC)
A++. You win.
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[User Picture]From: christophersnow
2005-07-21 03:04 pm (UTC)
OMG THE MEMORIES

I AM CRYING
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[User Picture]From: lackofendorphin
2005-07-21 03:08 pm (UTC)
And the Pulitzer Prize 2005 goes to....CURRY STALLONE!
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[User Picture]From: lbf_buzz
2005-07-22 03:58 am (UTC)
That was *brushes away a tear* such a sad ending.
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[User Picture]From: thestreetlights
2005-07-22 06:21 am (UTC)
Ha ha! I can't believe I didn't comment earlier. I love this.
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[User Picture]From: darac
2005-07-22 10:37 am (UTC)
I'd ask for one of myself if A) that wasn't rude and B) I was popular enough to be recognised.
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