Yer My Best Mate

Title : Yer My Best Mate (1/?)
Author : Anarchy
E-mail : xAnarchyxAnarchistx@yahoo.com
Rating : PG for this chap at least
Pairing : Sid/Johnny
Disclaimer : I don't own Sid, Johnny, Sex Pistols, although I'd like to have John's babies. Don't sue me, it's unkind. They own theirselves.
Summary : Sid tries to tell Johnny somthing but Johnny won't listen.
Author’s Note : Tis short, isn't beta-ed, and the first fic I've ever done. Be kind. If I get nice reviews I'll right more and the rating will go up. ^.^


"Ya know johnny..." There was a long pause as one of the John's said this, and said nothing after.

"Watcher on 'bout?" The raspy voice of another John replys.

"I was thinkin..." This time he was going to say somthing after this, but got cut off.

"Thinkin' that'll hurt yer head there, Sid-nay."

And that's how it always was. Sid trying to tell Johnny somthing, and Johnny never wanting to listen. It has happened every day for the past year without fail. Today was differnt though. Sid Vicious psuhed himself up to sit on the dirty matress and look down to his best mate, Johnny Rotten. Sid's hair was spiked matted like it always was. Wearing just his old pair of black jeans and nothing else except a ciggerate between his fingers.

With a sigh Sid tries to talk again. "Yer my best mate..."

"Get out of it Vicious. I'm hungry, gonna go nic some food. Want?" The red head asks as he gets up and heads out of the room. But just like always he doesn't wait for an answer...

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Walking out on the damp street Johnny stops for a moment, looking back up at the squat he lived in now. There were lots of people in there, by the other one he wanted to avoid was the one he shared a room with.

He knew what Sid was trying to tell him. And Johnny just didn't want to hurt Sid to badly by saying no. Or have to deal with thinking what would happen if he said yes.

He was an individualist to the last, he really was, he hated how Sid tried to be like David Bowie or even Johnny himself.

John tried to just stop thinking about the lot of it as he turns and heads down the street to find the nearest store to steal from.

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It was nearly three hours before john returned with a small bag of food. He was awfully good at stealing, one had to be.

When he walked into the room he shared with his mate he sat the bag on the dirty floor and looked down to the bed. Sid was fast asleep, laying spread out on the bed, taking all of it up.

"Wake up idiot, got food I did." He says rather loudly trying to wake the other man. When he got no response he walks over to the bed and kneels beside it. "Yer such a ass Sid-nay. Why do you have to be like that?" Looking around for a moment he makes sure no one is standing at the door way, and he's very sure Sid is fast asleep. So Johnny leans down and bearly preses his lips to Sid's cheek.

Vicious suddenly smirks, his arms comming up to grab Johnny's arms and flips over fast.

"Wot the fuck get off me!" Yells John from beneath Sid, where he is being held tightly.

His words are cut off quickly by who who leans down an dpresses his lips hard to John's own chaped lips. Sid doesn't let himself be pushed away and half a long minute John doesn't try to push him away either.

Pulling up Vicous looks down into his best mates eye's uncertainty.

"You ok, Johnny?"

"Yea, Sid, I will be." It seems John Beverly finally found somthing to make his mate happy... at least for now.