A Collection Of Random Franzfics

songfic: undone - weezer

I decided on undone - weezer although I've already claimed this as ship song for Apollo / Veridis and since nilex is a lot like Apollo / Veridis I'm just gonna roll w that bc I'm comfortable w it

as you can tell I'm bad at writing shippy stuff

ANYWAY LETS GET ON TO THE FIC

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••• undone - weezer •••

"You know about that party after the show tonight? It's gonna be sick, bro. You're going, right?" Alex laughed as he ran up to Nick excitedly.

"I-I don't think I'm going."

"Why?"

"I'm not into parties...?" Nick attempted at lying to Alex, to protect his feelings, but it didn't work.

"But you're our party dude! Stage diving, running around like crazy, and then crashing for two hours later, then waking up and partying the next day!"

"Listen Alex... I'm just not going."

"Is something wrong...?"

"No-- I just don't feel like it..."

"Alright, I guess... Do you want to stay for practice? You don't have to... If you're not feeling it..."

"I'll just leave now. See you later?"

"Yeah. Backstage tonight at 8."

Nick raced off down the street towards the decent-ish hotel the guys were staying in. They all had to stay in one room, because they were touring and on a very tight budget.

Since they started touring, Alex had started excluding him, pretending he didn't exist. At first Nick thought it was because of the fans, and that Alex didn't want them to think they were dating. But then he realized that the fans wouldn't care. No one would care, really. Franz Ferdinand wasn't a big band. If two members were dating, no one would care. It wouldn't make headlines. It would just be something that was there and not acknowledged. Alex wasn't excluding him for that reason, obviously. There had to be something else.

Nick sighed and flopped down on the bed that he shared with Alex. It wasn't only the bed that he flopped down on, Alex's ugly light blue and pink sweater was there too. Deciding that that was just what he needed, a sweater hug from Alex, he put it on over his flannel and crawled under the blanket.

Nick just let the void swallow him. He felt empty. Not even the sweater could save him. Not even Alex could save him. He was completely alone, as usual. Mentally alone, at least. Alex would be busy chatting up girls and taking selfies. He wouldn't stop to think about the boy he started coldly rejecting out of nowhere.

But then he heard the door click.

He tried to get the sweater off, but it got caught on the buttons on his flannel. The best decision was to just hide under the bed, so that's what he did. The bottom of the sweater got caught on the corner of the nightstand, causing it to start fraying and unraveling.

"Hey Nick, you in here?" Alex called from the door.

Nick didn't answer and continued to try to get the sweater off, accidentally slamming his head on various objects a few times.

"Well, I guess I'll just figure out what could possibly be on the end of this string that looks like it's from my sweater, which was on top of the bed last time I checked, not under it." Alex laughed, tugging at the sweater string.

"Fine. I'm down here." Nick crawled out from under the bed, the sweater pulled up to his puffy, bloodshot eyes.

"Nick... Are you okay?" Alex asked, sitting on the bed.

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks." Nick blinked rapidly.

"You're not fine. You were totally just crying."

"You got me."

"Can you tell me what's wrong?"

Nick sighed, still staring at the ground. "Everything feels so... Distant. You're distant. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. Everyone expects me to be happy, energetic... The party dude... But really... I miss everything. I miss you, Alex. Who you were before we were touring. This sweater's the only thing I have left."

"Destroy it then."

"Why... Why would I want to do that...?"

"Start over. Destroy what you have left. After we tour, you can do whatever you want and hopefully be happier. But for now... You have to destroy the sweater."

"But I have nothing left."

"You have one thing left, and it's the sweater. If you want people to start taking you seriously, you need to get rid of it."

"I need to start my life over. I need you back. I need myself back. I can't live inside this stupid lie anymore. I'm not happy. I'm not."

"Exactly. Now destroy the sweater."

Nick uneasily started pulling on the sweater. A few minutes later, he and Alex were both ripping it apart and smashing it against any surface they could find. After 20 minutes, the sweater was just a pile of yarn.

"You know that party after the show tonight? The one that I said was going to be totally sick? The one you denied going to?" Alex asked.

"Yeah."

"I don't think I'm gonna go either."