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Post by PETER BERGAN WALKER on Apr 3, 2010 20:34:21 GMT -5
  ┌ WELL, THAT'S RIGHT, WELL I MAY HAVE FAKED IT ┐& I WOULDN'T BE CAUGHT DEAD IN THIS PLACE- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Things were so confusing for Peter lately. He didn’t really know how to handle it. The previous night Peter had spoken to his roommate, Ashton Johnson, over the school chat. As if things couldn’t have gotten any worse. Peter found out during that conversation that Ashton had no intention of teaching him how to be intimate. Actually, come to find out, Ashton wasn’t intimate at all. He had felt like he had been used just so Ashton could get a temporary fix for whatever. It wasn’t a nice feeling. Just when Pete had decided he might go to the room for the night instead of going out, Ashton had dropped that bomb on him. Peter, of course, decided that going out would be best instead of going back to the room. He needed some time to process what he had been told and what it meant. Peter felt like he had almost been betrayed. Ashton had told him he’d teach him how to be intimate, yet since then Ashton has done nothing other than push everything in the sexual direction. That wasn’t something that Peter appreciated. Besides, he was a virgin. What would Ashton want with him sexually? Peter just couldn’t put his own mental puzzle together and it worried him.
During Peter’s outing he decided to drop by the music store where he had bought Eleanor. It had been a while since Peter had been over there and he figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get in touch with some of his roots. Just as Peter had entered the store he had been greeted by a familiar voice. The dark haired boy who approached him, drawing him into a hug and kissing his forehead was Peter’s ex boyfriend, Alex Turner. Peter had never expected to see Alex, but Alex played a big part in Peter’s current situation. After talking a little in the music store Alex offered for Pete to come to his house so that they could talk more and catch up on things since the break-up. Peter ended up falling asleep in Alex’s guest room after being told that it was too dangerous for him to walk back to the school at night. It wasn’t like Peter had planned to run into Alex. It was just something that had happened from out of nowhere. He didn’t mind talking to Alex, but Peter was well aware that he had gotten himself in a delicate situation. It really kind of sucked to think about it that way.
The very next morning Peter decided that while Alex was in the shower he would pop back on the school chat. He could still see the tail end of his previous conversation with Ashton on there. Go figure Ashton had popped on. Peter didn’t really feel like explaining to Ashton that he was hanging out with his ex so he sort of avoided saying who his acquaintance was. Peter found that when Ashton mentioned the name of another guy he wanted to do the same. Could he have felt a little jealous? He supposed it was possible that he had. Ashton invited him and Alex to come to a club for some sort of masquerade party. Peter thought the idea was sort of fun, though he really didn’t do clubs. The second Peter had mentioned it to Alex, well; Peter just knew they would be going. Later in the conversation Ashton began to accuse him of things. The nerve of that boy! Peter was so confused. He had never been in a club with Ashton, though Ashton accused him of such. These were the dangers of having a twin brother.
Peter knew that Carson was at fault for what Ashton was accusing him of. It had to be Carson. He would have remembered if he had “done things” with Ashton in a club. Peter had decided to ask Alex once more if he really wanted to go to the party. If Alex didn’t want to go anymore, then Peter decided they would just hang at Alex’s house. Of course, Alex was still more than willing to go to a masquerade. Alex had already picked out an outfit for Peter. It was sort of one of those old timey kind of suits with suspenders and everything. He felt like he was about to go to a speakeasy in the 1920s. They stopped by the party store where Pete had seen the mask he wanted. It was a golden mask, not made of gold but colored gold, that had musical notes around it. Alex had footed the cost of the mask for convenience’s sake. On the way to the club Peter grasped his mask in his hand, his mind chewing over the wager that he and Ashton had made. Peter still didn’t know why Ashton had gotten so worked up over him being with Alex, but he thought more of where he was going to look first for Ashton.
It wasn’t really important that Peter find Ashton first. He had thought about just making it easy and letting Ashton find him right away. A part of Peter, though, longed for the challenge in it. Peter slipped his mask on as he and Alex neared the club. He licked his lips as they finally entered. There were a lot of people. Everyone wore a mask. Peter felt maybe a little over dressed, but that was an issue to think about later. Peter leaned close to Alex, I’ll find you later, Alex. I got something I need to take care of. He moved away from Alex, his arms naturally crossing over his abdomen. This was really a good example of Peter getting out of his comfort zone. He stuck mostly to the shadowy parts of the club. The only time he made his way into the light was as he neared the stage. Peter figured he might make this a little easier, but a little harder at the same time. He leaned against the wall so that he was staying out of the light as much as he could as he motioned for the singer of the current band.
This might be a stretch, Peter said nervously. But I’ll give you a one song break in about 10 minutes if you let me. He smiled, hoping the guy would let him. The singer nodded, saying that sounded cool actually. Peter nodded back to him, moving into a small crowd of people next to the stage. He thought he blended in rather well actually. The band on the stage went to play their last song. Peter had never sang or played in a club setting before and he was nervous as hell. Ashton would find him alright.
┌ L Y R I C S ┐ P A N I C ! A T T H E D I S C O
┌ T A G G E D ┐ A S H T O N J O H N S O N
┌ C R E D I T ┐ B R O O K E
┌ W O R D S ┐ 1 1 4 6
┌ N O T E S ┐ :]
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Post by ASHTON COLE JOHNSON-WALKER on Apr 8, 2010 21:07:35 GMT -5
 Ashton could really kick himself. Why had he even said anything? He could have just let it blow over, but instead he had admitted that he had no idea about intimacy. Sometimes ashton hated when he was drunk or high. He tended to say things he wouldnt normally say or admit to certain things. You'd think someone like him would stay away from stuff like that just for that purpose alone. Ashton was the type of person that liked his privacy and didnt like people knowing things about him. How he thought, felt unless he made that obvious, or anything about him. He was just a very private person. Oh well it was out now and peter of course took it as him using him. Really he had no idea why he had even done that. He thought at first it would be fun to toy around with his roommate and it kind of had been at first, but now that the game was up… he kind of regretted it. At least he regretted it getting out. He should have continued to pretend he was teaching him.
Well really its not as if peter didn’t get anything out of that. He had to have felt like hed help him at some point and really that was the point right? Ashton produced a service and Peter gained from it. He couldn’t really be all that mad at him. Of course peter was though. Instead of coming back to the room he went out. Ashton didn’t see him the rest of the night. Ashton tried to push it from his mind. What did he care right? At some point ashton had left the room. When he came back in the early hours peter still was no where to be found. This didn’t settle right with ashton. For one it was peter. For two he had been out in the city. Alone. At night. None of those factors boded well when combined with peter and Chicago. At least not to ashton. Ashton couldn’t seem to stop the scenarios from popping in his head. Finally he had enough, going to his secret spot, stashed where no one could find it, and pulled out a bag of weed.
Grabbing one of the papers he rolled it up licking it to get it to stick and then lit it. He opened the window, pulling one of the chairs over. He didn’t know why the window was closed in the first place. Probably peter. He hated the window being closed. He was a bit claustrophobic and always left the window open some. Even if it was freezing out which didn’t do well for him considering how he was cold all the time. He continued to smoke it till he couldn’t. His body was starting to stop shivering too and he was hungry as hell. Damn munchies. Another draw back to getting high. Not like he would benefit from eating. Getting up he made his way over to the toilet disposing of the joint. He then set about searching for something to snack on but found nothing and was too lazy to go out and get something. Everything was closed anyway, well except for the 24 hour quick mart. With a shrug he fell on to his bed, his eyes closed. He was willing his cravings to go away and leave him alone. At some point he had finally passed out.
When he had awoke some few hours later, he still saw no peter. Getting on line he wondered if maybe he just went to a friends… or some guys house that he met. That thought had his lip curling up in a snarl. Whatever… peter was of no concern of his. He should just shut the net down now and forget about it. Something in him though kept him from doing that. Instead he logged in and clicked on the saves site. Yeah thats right he had it saved, so sue him. Not like anyone would know that. He wouldnt tell. Low and behold, Ashton was in luck, guess who happened to be on the chat that morning. That’s right, none other then peter walker. After questioning him about where he was and what happend to him Ashton found out that Peter had met up with an old friend and stayed there over night. Ashtons suspitions were confirmed and he still didnt like the thought of him at some other persons house. They were probably making out all night… canoodling or whatever the fuck kids call it these days. Probably…. Ashton stopped, shaking his head and not finishing that thought. No he couldn’t think like that. Whatever. Again he had to tell himself that peter was nothing to him, just his roommate. That whatever Peter wanted to do he could do. Whoever peter wanted to hang out with, he could. It was none of his fucking business or concern.
Just then his phone went off. He rolled his eyes as he read the message that was on there. It was from Derek demanding his attendance at his party tonight at the club. Apparently it was a masquerade. Ashton didn’t want to go. A fucking masquerade party? Seriously? No way in hell. Ashton didnt like clubs, let alone parties that involved things like that. When he said no, of course, Derek called. Apparently he thought talking to him would change his mine. Derek was the type of person that could persuade a shark into thinking he was a dog or some shit. Derek proceeded to tell him that he just had to come, that it was his birthday and he needed all his best mates there. Since when did Ashton fall in to that category? Ashton rolled his eyes and told him he was sure the rest of the guys would be good enough, but Derek wouldn’t take that as an answer. Never would. He didn’t know why he even tried to protest. With a heavy and frustrated sigh he finally told him he would show up. Derek said good then said something that ashton didn’t quite catch. When he asked him what he said Derek just laughed and said he didn’t say anything then said bye and hung up before ashton could question any further.
Ashton turned back to the computer… an idea striking up. Ashton should really just leave it, but something inside him wouldn’t. Instead He mentioned the party to peter. He told him that if they weren’t busy to come down for the party. He knew Derek, he was the type that would love the whole city to come to his parties. It didn’t matter if they knew him or not he just liked how big the turn out was so later he could brag about it. What rising star wouldn’t. He wanted to rule this city and any city he happened to inhabit in the future. Ashton already knew enough stupid people followed him like sheep so he wouldn’t be surprised if Derek ended up getting his way. When he ran the idea through Peter agreed, surprisingly, but apparently he liked those types of parties. Said it sounded mysterious and fun. Apparently his friend was some kind of party guy and would find it a good idea. Ashton rolled his eyes...Alright then…
Of course Peter seemed to be having some kind of memory loss. He claimed hed never been in a club before, but ashton knew this wasn’t true. He mentioned it to peter but he still claimed he had no idea what he was talking about. Something inside ashton twisted and he wasn’t sure why this was bothering him so much. Why he didn’t like the fact that peter seemed to just… completely forget that night at the club. That night where peter had taken hot to a whole knew level. Ashton licked his lips. Maybe he was just trying to get him back. That wasn’t what peter was saying though. Apparently it had been his twin, carson. Yeah right. He knew peter had a brother but he was certain he had never mentioned him being a twin. He was sure he would have remembered that. Ashton rubbed his fore head. It hurt like hell.
Ashton got headaches a lot. Usually he would smoke to rid it of them, but once his head was clear it would come back with full force, not to mention he never ate anything last night. Even though he had cravings, but instead he had passed out. After a while of arguing, Ashton finally said fuck it. He didn’t want to talk about this anymore, didn’t want to think about it either. Maybe peter was right. Peter had never come off as one to lie, then again everyone had things up their sleeves. Ashton couldn’t fully trust him no matter what he might possibly think from what he had come to learn over the short period of knowing peter. He might seem like hes one of the most genuine people out there, but people always wore fronts. People liked to toy and play with people all the time. Peter just might be extremely good at it. But… there had been things about that night that just hadn’t added up. Maybe that was because it hadn’t been peter. Even his taste had been different. Peter had a taste all his own and even though the other peter had a taste all his own as well, he just hadn’t tasted the original peter at all. Okay maybe he would take into consideration that Peter was telling the truth. What did he know right?
It did seem as though Peter didn’t like the thought of him doing something with Carson. Ashton was trying to separate the two people. IF he had really been making out with carson that night. What did he feel about that? Did it change anything? It did change some things, he just wasn’t sure what. He couldn’t deny that he still liked what had happened and the way Peter … no .. Carson had acted. If that was carson if that was how he was, well… he probably wouldn’t be opposed to doing that to him again. Then again Peter probably wouldn’t touch him if he did stuff with Carson. But really what strings did he have with Peter? None. They didn’t have any and peter knows this. There never will be strings either. If Peter wants something from him then hes going to have to realize that ground rules that go with it. As far as carsons concerned, Ashton wouldn’t go out searching for him nor would he be too torn up if he never ran into him again. Though he did seem less likely to form any kind of need to further something if they did fool around. Again… fool around? No, he was sure carson was on a completely different league then him. Maybe it would be best if they never did run into each other again. Ashton shook his head pushing the thoughts from his head. He was probably safer with Peter even if he was at risk of Peter getting attached. He would just have to keep reminding him. Not that he was thinking that … but… just in case.
Ashton didn’t want to talk about this anymore, didn’t want to think about this anymore. He brushed off anything else and Finally managed to get the topic back onto the party.
He kept him talking then got him to tell him what he was wearing. He wasn’t sure what he was planning, but he would need to know what peter looked like for this. He, of course, was not telling him what he was wearing. Then again it wouldn’t be hard to pick him out. How many people really had his build. It was a curse really. He hated how he looked. He tried to change it, but his metabolism just would have none of that. It had a mind of its own. Dooming Ashton to a life in this body. Outside of his skinny body, he also had a baby face. He hated how young he looked. People thought he was fifteen sometimes… even fourteen. He was sure the youngest he got was twelve. Really? Twelve? Are you kidding me? What twelve year old was this tall.
Ashton was starting to feel a little better, thought he thought of his friend was still lingering. Then Peter seemed to drop the bomb that the acquaintance he had run into, was in fact, his ex boyfriend, alex. This did not sit well with ashton. He really hadn’t thought peter was that much of an idiot but he was starting to second think that. Apparently all they had done was talk. Yeah right. Ashton went back to his first thought when he had thought it just an old friend. Whatever, he wanted to see who this ex was of his. He wanted to land a fist in the guys face. He wanted to tell him that whatever he was playing at he was NOT getting peter back no matter what. He had his chance and he fucked it up. You only got one chance like that with Peter. He wanted to tell him that he probably lost the best thing he ever had and would never have again.
Ashton stopped, realizing his fist was gripped tightly in his lap, his fingers hurt from how hard they were fisted. His breathing was heavy and he blinked trying to relax. What was that all about? Ashton had no idea where that surge of protectiveness came from. He loosened his fist flexing his fingers, watching as his hand started to turn back to a normal color. Their conversation kept going back and forth between serious and then playful. There were a few times when ashton thought peter would back out. Ashton kept playing the cool card. Being indifferent as to whether he wanted peter to come or not. He wasn’t sure why peter cared whether he wanted him there or not when he was going there with alex. Finally by the time they came to the end of the conversation they were … okay? Again. In fact they had a wager. If Ashton found peter first, he would kiss him then come back to the room with him that night instead of going back with alex. If Peter found ashton first then ashton would have to do anything peter told him to for a week. Ashton did not plan on losing this bet. For one he didn’t like taking orders and for two he didn’t want him going back to Alex’s.
Ashton had to figure out what he was going to wear. He remembered one of the gigs they had. They had worn these masked outfits. Digging through his closet he found the mask. It was gold, nothing too fancy about it really. Some random design on it. Ashton wasn’t much for intricate stuff. He was a ‘plain jane’. He then found the outfit he would be wearing. It was a goldish colored shirt with a vest over it. Ashton thought the vest was hideous but it was part of the outfit. It had some kind of swirl design of greens, browns, maroons and maybe some other colors mixed in. It was shinyish. Ther were black bands he put on his upper arms. His pants were a forest green with a darker green pin stripes that matched the green in his vest and a white belt with that. He even wore the tie which was the same design and coloring as the vest.
That night after he had showered, blow dried his hair and then straightened it, he put the outfit on. He checked himself in the mirror turning himself a bit, before scrunching his nose up. It just... he, something just didnt quite feel right. With a shake of his head he went back to his closet. He must have something else. After a little while of searching he finally pulled out something else. It was the same style except it was all completely black. Even the bands on the arms were black and the tie. The pants were black pinstripe as well. Once he was all changed and he checked himself in the mirror he nodded. That... was much better. Grabbing the mask and placing it in his pocket.
He didn’t wear a sweater or anything. Ashton was the type that even if it was at the expense of his comfort, he hated, absolutely hated carrying things around. He could find a place to put the sweater when he wasn’t wearing it but then he would have to remember to grab it before he left. He didn’t plan on possibly forgetting it, so he just decided to leave like that. He almost regretted it, but thankfully the cab he was in actually had working heat.
Ashton hated cabs. He stayed sitting straight up, not letting his back touch or his hands touch much of anything. He could just imagine all the germs that were littering the inside of the cab. He closed his eyes for the duration of the ride, only opening them when the driver said they were here. Ashton handed over the cash, not leaving much for tip. What? No one ever tipped him for his job. Why should he tip someone for driving him somewhere. He got a dollar. He could add it to all those nice people that seemed to think cabbies should have a tip.
Once he got into the club he went to the bathroom right away, washing his hands. No one had seen him yet, thankfully. Drying his hands he checked himself in the mirror and then placed the mask on. He tilted his head a bit and then shrugged and grabbing a piece of paper towel opened the door, with it, and using his foot to prop it so he could ball it up and toss it in the garbage.
It didn’t take long for Derek to find him. Ashton asked him one time if he stalked him or something and Derek just kind of got this weird look in his eyes the laughed and said that he just had amazing Ashton radar. That didn’t make him feel any better. Ashton kept his eyes open as they made their way through the crowd. He shrugged dereks arm off of his shoulders. Why he insisted on touching him was beyond him. When he nearly bumped into a group of people, his eyes having been elsewhere trying to look for peter, Derek too this as an opportunity to slip his arm around ashtons waist and pull him up against his side. Derek leaned in so he was talking low in ashtons ear, careful there. Mm what would you do without me Ashy. Have I mentioned you smell really good and you look amazing… you’ll be batting the girls off tonight… and the guys.
Ashton gave him what he was sure was the deadliest look he could come up with and told him not to call him that. It must have worked because Derek dropped his arm from his waist. Though he didn’t seem too freaked out instead he just gave him a playful chuckle and told him to relax. Tonight was his night and he wouldn’t have any of his guest in a fowl mood. He then leaned in again and told ashton he planned on seeing how many people he could get birthday kisses from and asked if he would be the first. Ashton finally gave him a shove at that and turned away from him moving through the crowd. He hatd the way Derek talked to him, how he called him ashy when he knew how much ashton hated it. It was like he liked to think he could get away with it because he was who he was. Well ashton could care less who he was. He still didn’t like being called that nor would he let him. He could still here Derek laughing and he knew Derek was still watching him. He could feel his eyes on him. He always felt dereks eyes on him, it was fucking annoying and creepy as hell, but ashton didn’t take long to push that from his mind. He wasn’t important enough to keep his thoughts on. He had other business to attend to.
There were so many people in here as it was. He wasn’t even sure if peter was there yet, or still was yet to arrive. He didn’t look obvious, because he wanted to hide as well. He kept around the groups he had already figured weren’t peter. God he honestly hadn’t thought this would be that difficult. Why hadn’t he thought about how many people would be here. He tried to look for the mask. Most of the guys seemed to be wearing silver, gold, or black. At least narrowing it down to gold was good. Again he narrowed them down to gold masks and wearing suits. It still wasn’t that small of a number. Ashton wondered if he would even find him at all tonight. He hadn’t seen anyone with the mask like Peter had described so that was good. At least he knew that not only would Peters really be unique, but that he hadn’t run into him yet.
Taking a short break he made his way over to the bar. Leaning against it where there was a small hold from the many people lined up, he waited for the bartender to come his way. So many people were ordering, hell the club was even more full then it was on a normally busy night. The tenders and the manager must be happy for the fact that Derek decided to pick their place. Honestly he was surprised Derek had picked here. There were so many other nicer clubs that he could imagine Derek preferring. Maybe it was because this one was cheap enough for anyone to be able to pay to get into. It was a decent club though, so it wasn’t like it was horrible. He had just been surprised was all. Derek at least thought about things that were sensible. If he wanted a big turn out he had to pick some place affordable. This was that place. There was a band playing up at the stage and he was glad Derek wasn’t making them play. Then again he didn’t know the exact details of tonight. Maybe they were playing. He didn’t know, but he would find out.
He looked around at the other guests. Some girls were dressed in large dresses like out of the movies and some in slinky dresses. Some with small hand held masks, some with the bands around them to hold them to their face, and some with large feathery masks. He rolled his eyes, glad that he wasn’t a female that he would feel the need to get so… large with their costumes. He could just imagine how long it took all these girls to get ready and all the fussing they did. They probably were the types to freak out about anyone kissing them while they had lipstick on. As if they weren’t just going to reapply it anyway. Ashton hated when girls wore lipstick. It tasted nasty and didn’t feel good and it left the color on his lips. He didn’t mind lip gloss though. The flavored kind was nice too. He wouldn’t mind sitting there and licking someones lips if they wore that.
Finally when the bartender got to him he ordered a rum and coke. It wasn’t his usual drink. He normally liked vodka, but he felt like the rum and coke tonight. Oh well. He told him to put it on dereks tab, serves him right for calling him ashy. Then again he might like that Ashton was letting him buy him drinks. That thought had him making a face. Whatever, hed just run his bill up as much as he could. Normally ashton didn’t like people buying for him, but this was payback. Stirring the contents of his drink he brought it to his lips taking a drink, it was kind of a shock drink to him and he made a face at the first drink. AS he took a few more it got better. How people drank that was beyond him. Then again he didn’t like coke. Yeah okay, so what if that was his fault for choosing that drink. Just… was something he wanted maybe might take another. He wasn’t sure. He leaned back against the wall since he was at the end of the bar, eyes moving over the newer guests that had arrived, hoping that he would at some point finally spot him.
Tagged: PETER!
Words: 4240
Outfit: LINK
Notes: *tackles*!
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Post by PETER BERGAN WALKER on Apr 16, 2010 0:00:16 GMT -5
┌ WELL, THAT'S RIGHT, WELL I MAY HAVE FAKED IT ┐& I WOULDN'T BE CAUGHT DEAD IN THIS PLACE- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Peter sat down on a metal folding chair. He was weighing his options, trying to figure out what to do. There were several options that he had in which he would be leaving with Ashton and having a good time and a few where he would be leaving alone. He didn’t really know what he wanted, but he was sure he needed to try. Something inside of him needed to do this. A driving force deep in his soul urged him to do something to get Ashton’s attention. This force told him that it was okay to be bold. It told him that it was okay for him to make a fool of himself for Ashton. Ashton was a force as well… a magnetic force that seemed to pull Peter every which way. Even though there had been some tension recently… Peter still felt that pull. He still felt like there was something that drew him to Ashton. It wasn’t Ashton’s looks or the way Ashton touched him that made him think of it. Peter just… he liked talking to Ashton and the more he interacted with Ashton the more he was sure that there was something else other than the physical attraction.
The music was loud. It was loud and good. Peter tapped his foot along to the beat. He hoped that Ashton wouldn’t find him before he could get on stage even. Licking his lips nervously, Peter sighed. Peter leaned back in his chair, looking up as Alex approached him. Alex’s lips were set in a pouty expression. Peter looked up, his brown eyes shining from behind his golden mask. Peeeeter, I’m so bored. Come dance with me, baby. Alex begged. Peter shook his head with a small smile. Don’t call me baby, Alex, we talked about that. I have to do something. Think you can find someone else to dance with? Peter knew that it was a stretch to ask Alex to find someone else. He knew that Alex thought this was an opportunity. Alex had never been able to convince Peter to go to a club. There had been once when Carson had, but that had been a disaster. After that Peter stayed out of them for good measure. Alex smirked, You going to sing, baby? Alex asked. Peter sighed, Alex… yeah, I’m going to sing. Alex seemed to relax a little, shoving his hands in his pockets. Mm… be amazing, babe. I’ll catch you later.
Peter watched as Alex winked before moving back into the wild crowd. That wasn’t all that hard. He stood as the band finished the last of their set and began to walk down the stairs of the stage. The lead singer stopped at Peter and nodded for him to walk up on the stage. Peter smiled nervously, drawing in a deep breath as he stepped toward the steps of the stage. This was it. This was Peter’s chance to prove that he was able to sing in public. With each step he took he felt like gravity was weighing down on him even more. Peter felt his stomach begin to twist. Already some tiny sweat beads began to form at the back of his neck. He didn’t have much practice singing his own songs in front of people. Peter stopped before he got all the way up the stairs. He turned back toward the band. Hey, guys, can I by chance borrow that piano up there? The guys all nodded and waved for Peter to get going. Maybe he was just stalling. He really didn’t have to ask them, but Peter was extremely nervous. He was afraid that people would reject his song. Peter just thought this song was perfect for the situation. It was one that Peter had written after Alex had cheated on him.
As Peter reached the top of the stage he looked over the expectant crowd before he took his seat at the piano. Peter pulled the mic close to him and licked his lips. Ashton Johnson, Peter said into the mic. Find me. Peter let his fingers move over the keys of the piano swiftly. Peter closed his eyes, nodding along to the music he was playing. Before he knew it the guitar player of the band had come up and joined along as well as the drummer. Peter leaned closer to the mic as he played. He was glad that the band that was performing could follow his chord progression. They must have a good ear. Peter’s song was as such:
Now I'm of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret.
Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name
As she sheds her skin on stage
I'm seated and sweating to a dance song on the club's P.A.
The strip joint veteran sits two away
Smirking between dignified sips of his dignified peach and lime daiquiri
And isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
But, but I'm afraid that I
Well, I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
Well, I'm afraid that I
Well, that's right, well I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
And isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Well, I'm afraid that I
Well, I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
Well, I'm afraid that I
Well, that's right, well I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
And isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Praying for love and paying in naivety
Praying for love and paying in naivety, oh
The whole time Peter sang he didn’t look at the audience. He was way into his piano and singing to really look out there. All Peter could hope was that somehow Ashton was hearing this and understood. This song was a little racy. Peter couldn’t believe that he had actually written it, well, most of it. He would have to thank the guys from the band for improvising to the best of their abilities. Peter could feel the piano keys wet beneath his fingers because of the sweat that dripped from his face and hair.
┌ L Y R I C S ┐ P A N I C ! A T T H E D I S C O
┌ T A G G E D ┐ A S H T O N J O H N S O N
┌ C R E D I T ┐ B R O O K E
┌ W O R D S ┐ 1 2 3 1
┌ N O T E S ┐ :] -falls-
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Post by ASHTON COLE JOHNSON-WALKER on May 1, 2010 16:42:56 GMT -5
He honestly was not seeing him and he wondered if it was just because Peter had decided not to come, maybe hed just been messing around with ashton on line and he and his friend decided to just hang out by themselves. Peter was probably laughing thinking about ashton actually looking for him. Well whatever..
Ashton sighed and looked down. What was he doing anyway? Really this… He shook his head. This was crazy. What was wrong with him this year. Maybe… maybe it was all the change that’s gone on. Its set his… mind a bit wonky. He should know better then to do this kind of stuff. He knows how it goes. Knows that hes the last person that should even be partaking in stuff like this. It probably would be okay if ashton was as sure about this being just about his need to see how far he can test peter. He needed to stop thinking… really it was doing him no good and it never really brought any good.
The music started to drown out as he stared at his drink, his finger moving over the rim. He was trying to force himself to blank his mind. Usually it wasn’t so hard… Well at least in the past it hadn’t been that hard. Now it was … well it wasn’t so easy. He licked his lips, wishing he could take the damn mask off. That was one thing he was glad about being so skinny, at least hes sure its his skinniness to thank for this, but his body temperature was always lower then normal. It was a bitch because he was usually always cold , but it was good because in conditions like this where clubs got hot from the amount of body heat in them he didn’t really get hot. He didn’t even sweat really unless he really worked out. Perspire a little bit maybe depending on how warm he really was, but really it was rare. He figured if he didn’t have this, the mask would definitely be unbearable.
What are you doing sitting here alone huh? Need a drink?
Ashton looked over to see Derek. Go figure it was him. He thought hed lost him for a good part of the night at least.
Ashton didn’t say anything just lifted his glass up and shook it a bit the ice tinking against the glass. He hated ice in his drinks. Hated the way it melted and mixed with the liquid that was inside whatever it was. He hated the water downed taste it caused and he hated how the ice, when put in a galss of water, tasted different once it melted then the water it was supposed to keep cool. It was probably all in his head, but he didn’t think so. He could tell the difference. He dared anyone to prove him wrong.
Ashton felt something against him and he glanced to the side to see that Derek had pressed against his side, his arm dangling over his shoulder as if it was such a natural thing. Ashton kind of used his body to push at him to get him off. Derek sighed dramatically and let his arm fall.
You know… anyone here would be happy to have my attention.. You should feel special.
Ashton rolled his eyes still not responding. Derek was usually very … like this when he was drinking but it just seemed like lately it was getting worse and Ashton wished he just kept it all to everyone else and not him. He never led him on that he knew of. Maybe he was those types that saw things that weren’t there.
Someone across the room called out to Derek and he called back telling them hed be right there. He turned back to ashton. He sighed again reaching out to run his thumb over ashtons lower lip, causing ashton to jerk back with surprise. He was not sure where the hell that came from. Dereks eyes had been following his thumb and when ashton jerked back he let his hand fall again and then brought his eyes back to Ashtons. He did this grin that ashton knew was fake.
Come on.. he said grabbing a hold of ashtons front and practically pulling him from his stool. I want you to at least hang with me a little bit. It is my birthday after all. Just a little bit and I’ll leave you alone.. he said though there was something in his voice that Ashton completely missed. Mostly because he just rarely paid attention to Derek. Usually he liked to watch people pick up on things, notice things and learn things, but not with Derek. Even before he got to know Derek when he was living with him he still didn’t try or care too. He never really thought about why either. Just figured Derek was of no interest to him, he already knew what kind of a person he was.
He opened his mouth to protest but the sound of his name through the mic had him stopping dead in his tracks, his eyes going to the stage. He blinked as he saw peter up there, sitting at the piano. He didn’t even blink, though he felt like that’s what he should be doing.
Oh? You wanna dance? his line of view was taken up by the face of Derek. His hands going straight to ashtons waist and practically pulling him up against him, in a much too close position as if him even touching him wasn’t bad enough. I wont complain to that… come on ashy baby, I want to feel you move against me.
Ashton had enough. His nose flared and he gripped the front of Dereks shirt. I said not to fucking call me that. And don’t you ever use that fucking tone with me. Everyone else may want to jump your annoying ass but I don’t got It!? he hissed through clenched teeth. now let me the fuck go. he said.
Dereks eyes widened just a fraction, but instead he just got this look in his eyes and let go of his waist holding them up on either side of his head showing that he wasn’t holding him anymore. sure thing ashton… he said. better run a long to your boyfriend he sneered the last word glancing up at the stage.
Ashton just glared before shoving him away then moved through the crowd to be closer to the stage. He was fascinated by the way peter moved, like he was one with the piano. Like the words that came out of his mouth and the melody that flew through his fingers onto the keys were part of him. Ashton didn’t like to be part of any bandwagon, but he also couldn’t deny that something about musicians drew his attention more so… and really he felt like it wasn’t exactly the same as everyone that thought musicians were hot. It was just.. It was what they made, how they made it that drew him. Peter seemed to blow all of them out of the water.
Licking his lips he had to smirk a bit. He had wanted him to find him. SO … even if it had been a surrender… he still won, which meant peter would be coming back with him regardless of what happened to night.
Ashton was actually surprised by the lyrics. IT was something he didn’t think of peter to write, but then again peter seemed to be full of surprises and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued to find out how many more he had. HE really shouldn’t though.. He should be putting the botch on this, but he couldn’t help himself. It was just… something about him… and …
Ashton stopped again. No more thoughts. NO more thoughts.
The sight of sweat dripping from peter seemed to fascinate him as well. Normally that kind of thing was… not attractive to him. Normally that seriously was a turn off unless during sex because then you just weren’t paying attention. This though, as he watched one slide down the curve of his cheek and down the column of his neck…. Ashton swallowed. He really kind of wanted to get up there and lick that trickle of sweat.. God.. What was wrong with him!
He waited for peter to finish before moving over to the side where the steps were. He kept himself hidden just slightly waiting for peter to come down. mm… looks like you’ll be coming back with me.. he said a smirk playing on his lips. Peter looked.. Good. The suit.. Was definitely.. It was.. Yeah. He licked his lips again. His eyes moving up over his face finding that trail that was still on peters heated skin. He reached up and touched it, running his finger down its path and then brought his finger to his mouth his tongue cleaning the sweat from it before he pulled his finger back out, his eyes dark as they glinted at peter with an unreadable expression, daring peters next move.
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