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radiantbaby) wrote2003-06-11 07:39 pm
radiantbaby) wrote2003-06-11 07:39 pm
harder to be a gentleman, part eleven
i'm sorry for the delay in this post, these last few days have been rather busy and i've been having trouble trying to figure out where to go with the story. the good news is, i have designed a community and also am working on an archive site. watch this space.
anyway...
*
Key Member: jack, of course
Synopsis: girl meets boy backstage
Rating: pg-13, some language
Genre: drama, romance?
“Jack, I…”
“Don’t answer now, just give me this weekend and then you decide. If you say yes, it may not be completely easy, but I am willing to try and make this work.”
I moved to kiss him. It was the best answer I could give considering the circumstances.
We kissed for a long time, just lazily caressing each others bodies, letting our hands experience what we’d rushed through before.
“Are you hungry?” he asked quietly, stroking my belly as it rumbled.
“Yes, I suppose I am.”
“Let’s eat then.”
We ordered in, lounging in the hotel’s terry cloth robes as we ate. The meal was actually rather good, it was a bit of neo-Japanese fare that bellied the expense of the hotel. After eating, we took a long bath relaxing until it was time for Jack’s phone interview.
While I waited for him to complete his call, I hooked up my laptop to check my emails for any emergencies back at the office. My email notifier came on immediately. It was an email from Zoe that simply had “You’re in trouble now!” as its subject. I was intrigued.
“M-
Go here. You won’t believe it.
Z.”
She was referring to a link, so I clicked on it to see what all of the fuss was about. It wasn’t hard to figure out what it was once I’d gotten there though. It was a long string on a White Stripes message board and the subject was them trying to determine who I was.
The original message seemed to be from the fans that we met earlier in the lobby. They even posted a picture of me standing to the side while Jack had signed his autographs. The replies all seemed to range from curiousity to indifference to down right jealousy. I knew, as Zoe said, I certainly was going to be in trouble.
“What’s wrong?” Jack said, ambling up behind me and kissing me on the top of my head. His interview must have been over.
I didn’t know how to reply, still a bit shocked by what was before me. In my silence, he seemed to instinctively look over my shoulder and to the picture of me on the screen.
“Oh,” he said, quietly. “I guess I should have seen *that* coming.”
He leaned forward and laid his forehead against the back of my own head. “Fuck me. Are you going to be alright with this?” he asked with a deep sigh.
“I…I…” I found myself stammering, a million thoughts rushing through my head. “I don’t know. I can definitely say this is a bit of new experience.”
He moved to perch himself on the dresser beside me. “You dated Alex Shriek though, right?” he asked quietly.
I was surprised that he knew about my relationship with Alex.
“Um, yeah, but I guess that isn’t really that similar though. Alex had some minor fame here in the U.S., but you, you are an *international* celebrity.”
“Look, I can’t help that the fucking press is all over us these days like shit to flies. Its driving me crazy, too, you know?” he snapped.
“Woah, woah there,” I countered, softening the tone of our conversation with a reassuring caress of his knee, “No need to be like that. I just said it was different is all. I didn’t say it was bad.”
He closed his eyes tightly for a moment and then opened them again, sighing. “I’m sorry Mickey, I’m just a bit sensitive to that right now. I have been under so much stress with all of this recent press attention. It is driving me absolutely insane. I just want to play to my fans and record great music, I never asked for all of this,” he replied, waving his hand in reference to our posh surroundings.
I reached to hold his hand, covering it with my other hand. “I can’t tell the future, Jack, but I can say this, I’m here to support you through all of this. Sure, things are going to take some adjustment, for both of us, but I think we can make it through this, alright?”
“Yeah,” he smiled widely, all of his features suddenly lighting up. “Yeah.”
anyway...
*
Key Member: jack, of course
Synopsis: girl meets boy backstage
Rating: pg-13, some language
Genre: drama, romance?
“Jack, I…”
“Don’t answer now, just give me this weekend and then you decide. If you say yes, it may not be completely easy, but I am willing to try and make this work.”
I moved to kiss him. It was the best answer I could give considering the circumstances.
We kissed for a long time, just lazily caressing each others bodies, letting our hands experience what we’d rushed through before.
“Are you hungry?” he asked quietly, stroking my belly as it rumbled.
“Yes, I suppose I am.”
“Let’s eat then.”
We ordered in, lounging in the hotel’s terry cloth robes as we ate. The meal was actually rather good, it was a bit of neo-Japanese fare that bellied the expense of the hotel. After eating, we took a long bath relaxing until it was time for Jack’s phone interview.
While I waited for him to complete his call, I hooked up my laptop to check my emails for any emergencies back at the office. My email notifier came on immediately. It was an email from Zoe that simply had “You’re in trouble now!” as its subject. I was intrigued.
“M-
Go here. You won’t believe it.
Z.”
She was referring to a link, so I clicked on it to see what all of the fuss was about. It wasn’t hard to figure out what it was once I’d gotten there though. It was a long string on a White Stripes message board and the subject was them trying to determine who I was.
The original message seemed to be from the fans that we met earlier in the lobby. They even posted a picture of me standing to the side while Jack had signed his autographs. The replies all seemed to range from curiousity to indifference to down right jealousy. I knew, as Zoe said, I certainly was going to be in trouble.
“What’s wrong?” Jack said, ambling up behind me and kissing me on the top of my head. His interview must have been over.
I didn’t know how to reply, still a bit shocked by what was before me. In my silence, he seemed to instinctively look over my shoulder and to the picture of me on the screen.
“Oh,” he said, quietly. “I guess I should have seen *that* coming.”
He leaned forward and laid his forehead against the back of my own head. “Fuck me. Are you going to be alright with this?” he asked with a deep sigh.
“I…I…” I found myself stammering, a million thoughts rushing through my head. “I don’t know. I can definitely say this is a bit of new experience.”
He moved to perch himself on the dresser beside me. “You dated Alex Shriek though, right?” he asked quietly.
I was surprised that he knew about my relationship with Alex.
“Um, yeah, but I guess that isn’t really that similar though. Alex had some minor fame here in the U.S., but you, you are an *international* celebrity.”
“Look, I can’t help that the fucking press is all over us these days like shit to flies. Its driving me crazy, too, you know?” he snapped.
“Woah, woah there,” I countered, softening the tone of our conversation with a reassuring caress of his knee, “No need to be like that. I just said it was different is all. I didn’t say it was bad.”
He closed his eyes tightly for a moment and then opened them again, sighing. “I’m sorry Mickey, I’m just a bit sensitive to that right now. I have been under so much stress with all of this recent press attention. It is driving me absolutely insane. I just want to play to my fans and record great music, I never asked for all of this,” he replied, waving his hand in reference to our posh surroundings.
I reached to hold his hand, covering it with my other hand. “I can’t tell the future, Jack, but I can say this, I’m here to support you through all of this. Sure, things are going to take some adjustment, for both of us, but I think we can make it through this, alright?”
“Yeah,” he smiled widely, all of his features suddenly lighting up. “Yeah.”