The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill Us part 2
Writer: hxc_sucks aka me
Rating: I have absolutely no Idea. harmless as fuck (ok, so now it's R for bad language. lol)
Part: 2 of ?
Summary: well.. son of a famous rockstar meets groupie.. trallala!
Disclaimer: I owe this. It's all mine. bwahaha.
Notes: OMCs.
Dan thought he had seen a lot, but this was really something else. He had met a few groupies before, of course. Some girls even tried to hook up with him, seeing a weird kind of 'trophy' in him. He hated them all.
But as much as he hated their lack of self-esteem, he always felt sorry for those who were realizing what they were doing. Those who realized that they were nothing special.
And this was exactly the situation Jason was in right now.
He was on his way down the corridor and had just entered the elevator when Dan paced after him and stepped beside the skinny black haired boy. Dan pushed the ground floor button and sighed.
Jason was astonished. He had no clue what the blonde might have in mind.
"So I was right?" Dan was facing him and he nodded.
"Holy shit."
"Are you starting to insult me now? Go ahead, I don't care." Jason was surprised how emotionless his words came out when all he really wanted was to go home and curl up and die. He felt so dizzy and numb, he didn't even realize the tears that were building in the corner of his eyes. A couple of minutes before he was in a state of pureness, felt higher than ever before. And now he was standing next to a boy who had let him crush to earth and even further down, made him realize that he was nothing more than a whore for Corey. The only difference being Corey didn't pay because he knew the slick boy was adoring him.
Jason was adoring Corey.
Now he was sure he didn't even want to go to the concert of his favourite band tonight. He wouldn't stand seeing the 40 years old that took his virginity like it was nothing special at all...
Dan stared at him blankly, leaning against the elevator door. He didn't know why he had followed Jason in the first place and now he had to think about this. He always thought of Corey as a great person, he was always the calm guy who Dan never saw with any groupies. He knew his father had some, Dan wasn't stupid. But Corey? Dan wondered if he only thought he never saw him with any groupies. There often were a few guys backstage, he just never thought they had that reason to be there, they where younger than the girls the other guys met... there was no way Jason was older than maybe 15 or 16.
"No, I wanted to apologize, okay? I'm sorry." He said when the elevator doors opened and they stepped out. He felt bad for Jason, who was oviously in a miserable state.
The other boy's dark brown eyes stared at him in disbelieve. "Apologize? What for? I know what you're thinking. And You're right. I'm an idiot for thinking I'd be somebody. You guys don't even know what Corey is doing and I thought it actually meant something. I thought I wasn't like the others but.." He softly sobbed, trying to stop his eyes getting more wet. "...I'm like all of them." He hated himself for being exactly like all these girls.
"See, Jason..." Dan was actually proud he cold remember the kid's name, his ADD was pretty evelved. "I've heard this speech before, and I most likely don't get the whole thing. But I know you must feel like shit right now and I'm sorry I yelled at you. You just... kind of shocked me."
"I'm sorry for that." Jason shrugged and when in the direction of the lobby. He didn't want to deal with Dan now; or ever. He wanted to leave and forget.
Regret.
Dan grabbed his wrist when he followed him and Jason turned around, glaring at him.
"Don't appologize, I should be the one doing that. I know you probably won't believe me, but I'm really sorry. It's just.. you're right. I had absolutely no idea what was going on and I know that when I can't find anybody to talk to I will just stomp into Corey's room and do something stupid, kill him or whatever..."
Jason was shocked. He didn't understand Dan's behaviour at all.
"Why would you do that?"
Dan sighed, his gaze not leaving Jason's face. "You don't seem like somebody that should be treated like he obviously did. I feel really bad for that."
He knew he was acting weird, not rational, but something about this other boy's presence made him curious. He wanted to know more about him, more about the whole thing. The band. He never understood what the fans, the groupies, saw in his father or the rest of the guys.
"I'm okay." Jason didn't know why he said that. He knew he wasn't okay. He felt insecure. Something about Dan's way to appologize made him want to cry out loud and he didn't want to seem like the emo pansy he knew he really was.
"You're not." Dan replied. He pressed his fingers deeper into Jason's wrist (that he didn't relize he was still gripping) to assure him he wouldn't let him just leave and kept on talking. "You're coming to my room with me now, I bet Corey didn't even let yourself get cleaned."
Jason just looked down at his wrist and let himself be dragged back into the elevator, wondering why on earth he was already beginning to interpret more into Dan's actions.
Rating: I have absolutely no Idea. harmless as fuck (ok, so now it's R for bad language. lol)
Part: 2 of ?
Summary: well.. son of a famous rockstar meets groupie.. trallala!
Disclaimer: I owe this. It's all mine. bwahaha.
Notes: OMCs.
Dan thought he had seen a lot, but this was really something else. He had met a few groupies before, of course. Some girls even tried to hook up with him, seeing a weird kind of 'trophy' in him. He hated them all.
But as much as he hated their lack of self-esteem, he always felt sorry for those who were realizing what they were doing. Those who realized that they were nothing special.
And this was exactly the situation Jason was in right now.
He was on his way down the corridor and had just entered the elevator when Dan paced after him and stepped beside the skinny black haired boy. Dan pushed the ground floor button and sighed.
Jason was astonished. He had no clue what the blonde might have in mind.
"So I was right?" Dan was facing him and he nodded.
"Holy shit."
"Are you starting to insult me now? Go ahead, I don't care." Jason was surprised how emotionless his words came out when all he really wanted was to go home and curl up and die. He felt so dizzy and numb, he didn't even realize the tears that were building in the corner of his eyes. A couple of minutes before he was in a state of pureness, felt higher than ever before. And now he was standing next to a boy who had let him crush to earth and even further down, made him realize that he was nothing more than a whore for Corey. The only difference being Corey didn't pay because he knew the slick boy was adoring him.
Jason was adoring Corey.
Now he was sure he didn't even want to go to the concert of his favourite band tonight. He wouldn't stand seeing the 40 years old that took his virginity like it was nothing special at all...
Dan stared at him blankly, leaning against the elevator door. He didn't know why he had followed Jason in the first place and now he had to think about this. He always thought of Corey as a great person, he was always the calm guy who Dan never saw with any groupies. He knew his father had some, Dan wasn't stupid. But Corey? Dan wondered if he only thought he never saw him with any groupies. There often were a few guys backstage, he just never thought they had that reason to be there, they where younger than the girls the other guys met... there was no way Jason was older than maybe 15 or 16.
"No, I wanted to apologize, okay? I'm sorry." He said when the elevator doors opened and they stepped out. He felt bad for Jason, who was oviously in a miserable state.
The other boy's dark brown eyes stared at him in disbelieve. "Apologize? What for? I know what you're thinking. And You're right. I'm an idiot for thinking I'd be somebody. You guys don't even know what Corey is doing and I thought it actually meant something. I thought I wasn't like the others but.." He softly sobbed, trying to stop his eyes getting more wet. "...I'm like all of them." He hated himself for being exactly like all these girls.
"See, Jason..." Dan was actually proud he cold remember the kid's name, his ADD was pretty evelved. "I've heard this speech before, and I most likely don't get the whole thing. But I know you must feel like shit right now and I'm sorry I yelled at you. You just... kind of shocked me."
"I'm sorry for that." Jason shrugged and when in the direction of the lobby. He didn't want to deal with Dan now; or ever. He wanted to leave and forget.
Regret.
Dan grabbed his wrist when he followed him and Jason turned around, glaring at him.
"Don't appologize, I should be the one doing that. I know you probably won't believe me, but I'm really sorry. It's just.. you're right. I had absolutely no idea what was going on and I know that when I can't find anybody to talk to I will just stomp into Corey's room and do something stupid, kill him or whatever..."
Jason was shocked. He didn't understand Dan's behaviour at all.
"Why would you do that?"
Dan sighed, his gaze not leaving Jason's face. "You don't seem like somebody that should be treated like he obviously did. I feel really bad for that."
He knew he was acting weird, not rational, but something about this other boy's presence made him curious. He wanted to know more about him, more about the whole thing. The band. He never understood what the fans, the groupies, saw in his father or the rest of the guys.
"I'm okay." Jason didn't know why he said that. He knew he wasn't okay. He felt insecure. Something about Dan's way to appologize made him want to cry out loud and he didn't want to seem like the emo pansy he knew he really was.
"You're not." Dan replied. He pressed his fingers deeper into Jason's wrist (that he didn't relize he was still gripping) to assure him he wouldn't let him just leave and kept on talking. "You're coming to my room with me now, I bet Corey didn't even let yourself get cleaned."
Jason just looked down at his wrist and let himself be dragged back into the elevator, wondering why on earth he was already beginning to interpret more into Dan's actions.