(OPEN) * P A Y P H O N E !

[trevor michael yerxa]

yerxa looked down at his phone as jersey began ranting. it was something he always did, checked his email; facebook; twitter etc. hearing the rant come to an end, yerxa lifted his head and smirked. "how about we take a rain check on getting laid? it's not like this girl is going anywhere." he laughed, showing him a picture that popped up on yerxa's twitter feed of jersey and cass all over each other. he shook his head, and sighed. "oh to be young again." he joked, thinking over jersey's plans and fixing them up as he always did. "how about this, write the songs; blow a load in the bathroom to keep your mind steady; smoke a bowl with me and have an easy going night ending in a good night's sleep; wake up early as balls to go and record the ep to send it off; play here and you'll be just dandy for the benefit. and if you're good, you can go off and be wild and crazy jersey when it's over." he shook his head, this boy only thought with his dick and that was a big problem for yerxa. "now, about this picture. i ask you to stay on your best behavior, it's alright to have a little fun but you two were practically fucking backstage!" he scoffed, jersey was going to be the death of trevor michael yerxa.

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[jason 'jersey' carter simmons]

"How. Do. You. Know?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. He rolled his eyes at the picture. "She could be hit by a car tomorrow and then it's gonna be all your fault." Then he suddenly felt stupid. He was a barely legal boy with a lisp who's opening a band. "You always assume I'm thinking with my fucking cock. If I was, I wouldn't have even bothered debating not going and banging her! But whatever. It's not like it matters. I'm always gonna be a stupid opener. May as well fucking die over it too." He shoved what was rest of his coke off the table, not caring about it anymore.

"I wasn't fucking her! You're acting like I literally had her up against the wall or something! If this is what it's like to have a fucking dad, I'm glad I didn't have one." He hopped off the table, shoving his hands into his pockets. His phone went off, and he pulled it out of his pocket, walking back towards his bus. He had a long night of writing ahead of him, may as well get started on it. He scrolled past the picture, reading the next post he was tagged in. 'Fucking Jersey. He's nothing but a damn baby. Who likes this kid?' He shoved his phone back in his pocket and kept walking with his head down, chewing on his lip. His fans always made up for the people who ragged him, but it still hurt.

[trevor michael yerxa]

yerxa shook his head at the boy, he hated this side of jersey. heads started turning, and people started whispering and this is not what yerxa needed right now after the phone call he literally just had about the boy and his behavior. yerxa turned to all the people gawking. "thank you that's enough assholes. you try being on this fucking tour trying to please you bitches." he scoffed, some thing he did often, and ran after jersey. when he caught up he shook his head. "real fucking mature jersey. i'm here to help you alright? i'm no one's fucking father, especially not yours." yerxa hated fighting with jersey, it broke his heart to see him let out all of his anger and emotions because you could just tell so much was being held back. "but while we're on the topic of fathers, i'd rather not have one than go through what i did. i was my dad's only son and we were so close, i came out to him and he fucking left the entire family after spitting in my face and calling me a disgrace. twenty odd years have gone by and guess what it still hurts. but that's life kid, either you're in or you're fucking out. i've busted my ass to keep you on this fucking tour and i'm doing my best for some one to give you a fucking chance to be more than the opener. and i don't even see what's so bad about being an opener, jersey. everyone of those bands up there started out as openers, stop acting like such a fucking drama queen; use your big boy words and talk to me like a normal fucking person please. because i will not take this disrespect." the man crossed his arms across his chest and stared at jersey, awaiting for a reply.

[jason 'jersey' carter simmons]

Jersey sighed, sitting down on the steps of his bus. His phone kept going off, and he knew it was twitter. He hated that site with a passion. He handed his phone to Trevor before he could break it. "Just.. turn it off.. I can't deal with this." He breathed, looking around. He chewed on his lip, glad they were alone. He couldn't deal with being around any more people today. His nerves were already on edge after being up the night before without his manager knowing.

"I don't wanna be an opener because that means there's always someone better than me. And.. And I give my music everything I got.." He swallowed, trying to keep his voice from cracking. "And it makes me sick because.. JPP was going to put me on tour this year. They told you a-and they told me that they had a drummer and another guitarist and a bassist and that we were gonna have like.. something permanent... And then they decide to go and tell you that unless I wanted to do backing vocals, that I wasn't gonna get the part and scheduled me to open for these kids.." He looked up at him, chewing on his lip again before he looked away, tears stinging his eyes. "You know how sick I am of hearing The Party Scene put me down? Everytime I get off the stage they have something to say.. I'm working my ass off, and I'm stuck as an opener.. And now we have to prove just how good I am all over again while I listen to my phone go off with insults and the other bands here acting like I'm not as good as them.."

[trevor michael yerxa]

their walk in silence through all the crowds to get to the busses parking lot broke yerxa's heart all over again. he knew it was coming soon, the breakdown. jersey never broke down in front of anyone but yerxa and it gave him this honor type of thing that he knew nobody else in the world could have or take from him. he took the boy's phone, and turned it off before placing it on the step next to him. yerxa placed his hand on jersey's back, giving him a comforting rub. "jersey i'm going to tell you some thing. you're so much more than this, this sitting around and letting what other people say bother you. who gives a fuck if the party scene talks shit, wanna know why they can talk shit? because they made their way to that level. two or three years ago they were on the opener spot just like you, fuck the label and their broken promises and all that teenaged high school drama copying bullshit." he smirked a little scooting closer to jersey. "you do what you love, and fuck the rest. the only person you've got to prove to yourself that you're good enough is you." he sighed, feeling terrible for the boy.

[jason 'jersey' carter simmons]

Jersey ran a hand through his hair, propping his chin up on his head after he was done. Yeah, what he was saying was making sense. But it still bothered him. "That's easy for you to say.. You're just in charge of me.. And yeah, maybe there's a hundred things you could be doing besides babysitting me, but I really appreciate it. Everyone else would have just told me to suck it up and get back to work." He ran his hands over his face, honestly just wanted a shower and to start on his music then go to bed. He was exhausted, and it was starting to show. He never cracked under pressure.

"Yeah, but I also wanna prove it to everyone else. I didn't start this to quit here, to settle for anything less than the best. And I won't. I'm gonna keep going for the gold if it kills me. My god mother didn't raise me to give up so easy. And if they wanna keep throwing shit at me, they can bring it." He shrugged, looking around slowly and carefully before he picked up his phone and tucked it into his back pocket. He leaned over, kissing him softly on the lips before he stood up. "Thanks.. This would blow a lot more without you."

[trevor michael yerxa]

the bearded boy nodded and sighed. "well in the end, it's all about you. and you know what i would be doing if i wasn't here with you? pushing buttons in an office until one day i decide my life went no where and i blow my brains out." he smirked. "at least when i'm here, i can be that stern yerxa i'm so used to being but i also get to have a lot of fun and meet great new people." he smiled, looking directly into jersey's eyes. he felt himself being distracted suddenly, he blinked and looked away quickly. he smiled proudly as he had that tone of confidence in his voice. "good for y-" he was silenced by jersey kissing him softly. he was in shock, and honestly had no idea what to do. he kissed back just in time before jersey pulled back and thanked him. his lips were so soft, yerxa didn't know what to do. "uh, what was that for?" he was so used to drunk, horny jersey hitting on him but had no idea what to do when it came to sober, one hundred percent real jersey.

[jason 'jersey' carter simmons]

"Huh?" He bit the back of his lip ring. He really didn't know why he'd kissed him. "I dunno.. I guess I was supposed to. The moment told me to." He waved his hands around like he was a magician, raising an eyebrow before he dropped his hands and shrugged. "I dunno. I just wanted to see if you're all scruffy and stuff. And I mean like.. you're the only guy who isn't gonna go telling everyone that I kinda sorta like getting on my hands and knees every once and awhile.." He started chewing on his lip ring again, accidentally popping the back of it off.

"Oops.." He pulled the back of it out of his mouth, looking to see where the loose stud had dropped to. "Ah, fuck it. I got a hundred more." He shrugged, flicking the back of it into the grass. He felt bad for the person mowing the grass who came across that. He smirked to himself at the thought, then nudged his manager with his foot. "Are you gonna get up? I'm tired. I wanna shower and climb into bed and just.. work on my music until I crash. I slept terribly last night." He said, hoping he didn't get called out on his little lie. They both knew his lack of sleep ended with him in the hospital. It always did.

[trevor michael yerxa]

the confused yerxa nodded, and shrugging at his answer. it worked for him, now he was at another dilemma. did he tell jersey that he liked it and would love for a second chance when he wasn't taken off guard? no, no he wouldn't do that to the poor boy. he watched the ball fall off of his post and disappear and he shook his head. "i told you to stop doing that." he sighed deeply. "what am i gonna do with you? he mumbled, jokingly of course. when jersey nudged him, he nodded and got up fixing his skinny jeans as he watched jersey. he explained his evening plans, then brought up the night before and yerxa rolled his eyes. "you left last night, don't tell me otherwise i've got eyes all over this lot." he winked with a smirk. yerxa opened the door, and signaled jersey to get in before he did. "yeah i'm pretty tired myself, chasing around a certain some one all day really wears you out." he joked again, following jersey into the bus. the minute he shut the door, he took off his shoes then his shirt followed. he kept a close eye on jersey, more than usual. that kiss had him wanting more, and suddenly yerxa found himself cursing his inner self for rejecting the drunken hook ups in the past. yerxa then knew how he was going to get closer to jersey, he smirked and crawled into the boy's empty bunk. people may see this as a creepy annoying thing to do, but no one understands that when drunken or just hyper jersey comes in the bus at four am and lays all over yerxa's bunk and refuses to get up. this time, it was time for some cute; quirky; flamboyant pay back.

[jason 'jersey' carter simmons]

"Well you can always fuck me and leave me helpless in my bunk while you get my work done." He shrugged, but his smirk soon said that he was joking. But then again, it was hard to tell with the boy. "And I didn't go far, thank you very much! I walked and got me some food to munch on and then I came back. So ha." He nodded his head obnoxiously, climbing up into the bus. He made his way to the tiny bathroom, quickly stripping of his clothes before he climbed into the shower. He yelped at the abnormally hot water, then groaned before he started singing in the shower. It wasn't long before he was done, out of the shower and wiping off the mirror to comb his hair.

He wrapped a towel around his waist once he was dry, then walked to the fridge for a soda. He popped the tab, taking a sip of it as he walked back to his bunk. "Really? Cause your bunk is way more comfortable than mine. I'll just go climb in it." He said with a shrug, climbing in his bunk to grab his notebook from under his pillow. "Just don't like.. wank off in my bunk or anything. I don't wanna have sticky bedsheets." He wrinkled his nose.

[trevor michael yerxa]

yerxa shook his head at the boy, laughing as he did so. jersey meant so much to him that it literally freaked him out. he only cared about his nieces and nephews like this until he started managing jersey. the boy would always hold a place in yerxa's heart, even when the years fly by. yerxa couldn't help but chuckle as he heard jersey singing in the shower, he hated the people just saw him as the opening act and shrugged him off because he was so talented. as he laid in the boy's bunk, yerxa couldn't help but take in the scent of jersey through his pillow. he hated how he was thinking of the boy, but something about that kiss really got to him in a good way. yerxa's eyes were moved to jersey, suddenly trying to wipe away the dirty thoughts from his mind. he watched him drink the soda, and the voice of his mother popped up in his mind.

when he leaned in, yerxa inhaled jersey. smirking as he made the joke about wanking off. "oh shut up." he laughed, his eyes staring at the coke can in his hand. yerxa took it from the boy, shaking his head. "you're drinking way too much soda for your own good." he took a sip from it, and cringed. he didn't drink a lot of soda, but he figured he would piss off jersey. yerxa preparedh is stomach, but chugged down the rest of the coke as if it were a beer then handed it back to the boy. "go have a water, you and your kidneys will thank me later." he sighed, smirking at the boy. "and you're not sleeping in my bunk."

[jason 'jersey' carter simmons]

"No, I won't shut up. I hear you over there at night with your curtain drawn. Don't tell me any different." He said with a smirk, searching under his pillow for his pen. It wasn't in his notebook, so he assumed it had just fallen out. He ran his fingers over the front of the notebook, feeling the numbers etched there. He finally found his pen, and picked his coke back up, only for it to be yanked out of his hand.

"That's fucking gross. And I don't care if my fucking kidneys will thank you later. My stomach isn't gonna thank you today when I have fucking heart burn from drinking water." He glared at him before he flipped open his notebook, looking at what he'd written last night. But it wasn't much of anything and he tore it out, crumpling it up and tossing it to the floor. "I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to write.." He mumbled, and then it hit him. He'd always put off writing a song about his parents because he didn't want to be emotional about it. But something about it was calling to him now. He bit his pen, looking over at his manager. "Throw some ideas at me."

[trevor michael yerxa]

yerxa scoffed, playing the offended card although he didn't even care. "i like getting off okay? and maybe if i had a little more time to myself i could go out into the world and meet the man of my dreams." he smirked, the man of his dreams? yeah right the rate he was going he was going to end up alone still keeping a sharp eye out on jersey. when he started going on about the soda and water, yerxa rolled his eyes. "that is a load of horse shit, no one gets heart burn from water. you can get heart burn with soda, but not water. there isn't anything in water to cause it, so stop arguing with me. because i really don't wanna hear you bitch and moan when you've got to pass stones through your dick the size of my fist." there was yerxa's mom again, coming out for the world to hear about those gross health facts no one else should know. when he watched jersey, he scooted over in the boy's bunk and patted the open side of the bed. "come come." he sighed, knowing what he was holding back. yerxa knew jersey's story, and it was indeed a sad one. "maybe it's time you write about what you've been holding back.." he trailed off his sentence, looking at the boy. whom was still in a towel, for some odd reason.

[jason 'jersey' carter simmons]

Jersey smirked when he said 'moan'. He started to whimper, throwing his head back before he moaned. "I hate when people say 'bitch and moan'. That's moaning. Your definition of moaning is whining and complaining." He said, pointing his pen at him. But he laid down next to him when he scooted over, pulling one of his throws up over him. It was made of all his old baby blankets, his god mother having saved them for him. He didn't have anything else. He chewed on his lip, scribbling random things in the margin of his notebook to make sure the pen worked.

"How are you supposed to write a song about parents you never knew? All you have is a throw of the tiny blankets they wrapped you in when you were little, and a couple of old pictures in your wallet.. If you're lucky you can find their picture in those old year books in the attic. The only thing you know about them is that everyone says you got your dad's good looks and your mom's eyes and attitude." He tapped his pen on the page, then started to draw a little house with a car in the yard.

[trevor michael yerxa]

the man sighed, inhaling deeply thinking of what it was he was trying to explain to jersey. "exactly, use that. the fact that your parents are complete fucking strangers to you. that they weren't there for your downfall, your uprise, this very tour." he watched him doodle and smirked. "doodling isn't going to get it's way on the ep." he nudged him with his elbow gently before yerxa threw his arm up and wrapped it around jersey's bare shoulders. he knew this was going to be a hard topic for jersey, so thought he would give him some comfort. "at this point i wish i would have let you go catch some thing from that walking std cassiecumdumpster." he chuckled a bit and sighed. "because i hate seeing you all upset, i like the crazy; obnoxious jersey. granite that jersey could cost us both our jobs at this point but at least he's happy." yerxa's eyes found their way to jersey's and he smiled. "that's all i want to see you as. happy." kiss him! kiss him! were the thoughts in yerxa's mind, but he hushed them up and just looked into his eyes. letting his words sink into jersey.