1x1: Starstruck
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Thread Topic: 1x1: Starstruck
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potentially fun, potentially overwhelming. i packed extra anxiety meds just in case
"hey evan they ship us look at this fanfic wow they actually think i'm/you're a dom silly fangirls"
He smiled to himself at that. "That's totally not something a serial killer would say. But I believe you." Upon being handed the phone, Alex quickly typed in his number and his manager's, putting his under a false name. "I'm in there as Cornelius A. Sorry, not very original. You can change it once everything's agreed on, I guess." He couldn't help but smile at the use of emojis next to Evan's name. It made his contact information stand out as much as he did, in a good way. -
oh okay, good luck! hope it's enjoyable c:
yknow i feel like they both have potential to bottom idk )
Evan snickered at that, tucking his phone away into his pocket. "Okay, Cornelius, sounds good." He smiled, though he faltered a bit when he saw how closely the security guards were watching him. "I'm glad you trust me, but they obviously don't. You think we could still grab that drink, or will they attack me if we try to leave..?" he asked, growing a little edgy under the harsh gazes. He hated that Alex had to live like this when he so clearly didn't want to. -
okay my cousin brought her boyfriend to introduce him to the family and he was introducing himself to me and I involuntarily let out a silent but deadly fart and now I'm hiding but welcome to the family Andrew
They take turns
"Yeah, I don't think we'll be able to. At least for now, anyway." He let out a disappointed sigh. "Rain check? We're definitely getting drinks sometime. Or dinner. Or something." With that, his manager seemed to appear out of thin air, telling them that they needed to go. She started leading Alex away, and asked the bodyguards to show Evan out. They were gentler this time, but still hostile. The singer couldn't help feeling bad about it. -
my mother's evil and my connection is s--- xc
but I'm on now ^^ how was your day?
Evan nodded with a small sigh. He was terribly dissatisfied, but he understood. His manager obviously wouldn't want him running off with someone who could kidnap him or hurt him, although to Evan's disgust she seemed more concerned about Alex as a moneymaker rather than a person. He shook his head a little, forcing a smile again. "Yeah, absolutely. I'll look forward to your text, Cornelius," he teased grinning, though the expression quickly faded as the bodyguards herded him towards the exit, where his banged-up red truck was one of the last cars in the parking lot. He sighed, climbing into the car and wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into. -
fine, highlight was looking at the sun through a telescope and locating a solar flare. but wow my connection is s--- and i'm not sure why but my family keeps taking and using my computer even though everyone has their own...? and like... it's gonna die. it's nine years old and it will die on someone here
"As soon as I get out to the car, I'm yours," he replied, mostly joking. He followed his manager across the backstage area, eventually heading out into the night where a sleek, black car was waiting. Alex had never enjoyed the limousine part of stardom, so it was customary for them to use something a little less flashy. Maybe he'd request limos for when Evan arrived. They could use the extra space, and it would allow them some privacy from his manager via partition. He smiled at the thought, but was quickly consumed by a harmless sort of anxiety, which kept him wondering what to text the other boy the entire way to the hotel.
By the time he arrived, he still couldn't think of the right thing to say. He headed up to the fourth floor, which had been reserved in its entirety because of him, and found his room. Once he was as relaxed as he could be, which meant that he was mostly undressed, he gave up. I have no idea what to text you, he typed in defeat. -
woahhh that's actually really cool .o.
aw i hope it doesn't die
Evan was normally a pretty responsible person. He didn't drink, didn't smoke, had never gotten involved with drugs. So he decided it was okay to slow down on an empty side street to check his phone. He felt guilty doing so, but it only took him a moment to read "Cornelius's" message.
He smiled a little, though he remembered the shamed expression he'd worn earlier, like he was afraid that if he did one little thing wrong Evan would hit him or something. So he figured it was best to give him a little reassurance. Hey no problem! How about when and where I should meet you next? Might be slow replying btw, I'm in the car. -
yeahhhhh
if it does, you will know
Excited as soon as the reply appeared, he quickly read it and started on his response. We're staying at the [idk some name srry man] Hotel and we have the entire 4th floor reserved. I'll get someone to start on an ID for you, and I'll meet you in the lobby tomorrow? Alex left his room and headed for the one in which he could ask someone to start on a temporary pass. As he discussed it with the person in charge of them, he realized that there wasn't a picture of Evan that they could use. He pulled his phone out and texted him again. Hey, mind sending a selfie? Something professional. Again, the ID. -
Evan glanced down for a moment when he got stuck at a red light, smiling to himself. Texting Alex was almost like talking to him, everything he sent seemed so like him.
[i]Woah, that place is fancy. What time?[i/] He sent back, along with sending a picture of him smiling just a little, not intimidating or boring but not immature or unprofessional. Although he had quite a few pictures that would make interesting IDs... He snickered to himself, finally pulling into the tiny house's driveway, tucked in the back of a small, rather run-down development. So different than anything Alex must be used to... -
He grinned at the picture as soon as he received it, then forwarded it to the person working on the ID. Then he texted back, returning to his room with the newly printed card. Gorgeous. Hey what time to do you think you'll be here tomorrow? He set the card on the room's table then grabbed his laptop, settling on the large bed to browse for a while. Part of him wondered where the other lived, and if he would've been able to join him, had he not been... him.
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Glad to be out of the car, Evan could respond almost immediately, rather than making Alex wait. As early as possible. Is seven okay, or do stars like you need more beauty sleep? He texted back jokingly, before tucking the device away and stepping into the house.
It smelled like booze, as usual. Evan tensed, hoping his mother wouldn't be upset today. Her drunken fits ranged from laughing and rambling on until she passed out on the couch to throwing things at her son. Luckily, no projectiles came flying at his head as he stepped into the living room. David, his mother's boyfriend and the only reason they weren't broke and starving, was sitting beside her on the old couch, gently coaxing a bottle out of her hands. Evan sighed heavily, stepping closer and deciding that now would be as good a time as any to tell them he was leaving. -
He opened Twitter, logging in and skimming his notifications. He was probably one of the few people who used the desktop version just as much as the app, even though it was a bit harder to navigate.
It didn't take him long to realize that many of his fans' tweets deviated from the usual subject, instead asking about his ex. Apparently, Claire had announced the breakup immediately, and everyone had turned to him for confirmation. He sighed and stared with annoyance for a few minutes at Claire's profile picture. Then he clicked on the button to compose a tweet. it's true, claire won't be touring with me due to our breakup. and no, i'm not looking for a replacement, he typed, then submitted. It didn't take long for the slew of responses to pour in.
Alex reached for his phone and discovered that Evan had texted him back in that time. Can we make it eight instead? I don't sleep, but you should. You have a passport, right? -
David reacted greatly to Evan's announcement. The position would pay, he'd get to travel, see the world. He was very supportive, and Evan was reminded how lucky he and his mom were to have him. His mother was probably too intoxicated to understand all of what he said, but she nodded along with David, giving him a quick hug before he slipped away to pack.
As he tucked his t-shirts into his suitcase, his phone vibrated again. He smiled, knowing that while he packed year-old jeans in a falling-apart house that stank like beer, Alex was probably relaxing in his silk pajamas or something. They had such different lives. Eight's fine. I have a passport. What do you mean you don't sleep? -
The singer sighed. How would he explain...? Suddenly sharing all of his bad habits and negative traits might make Evan change his mind. Alex texted back, pushing his laptop to the side. I have really bad insomnia, and a lot of the time I'm sort of nocturnal. You could come over tonight if you wanted to, but you probably have things to do, right? And it's getting pretty late. I'm actually kind of tired, so I might be able to get to sleep? If I don't respond, that's why btw, he replied, going to check Tumblr on his laptop.
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I'd love to come over tonight. Evan texted back quickly, never one to spend time in his falling-apart home if he could avoid it. However, he didn't want to be an inconvenience. Evan usually slept like a rock, but he could imagine that insomnia would be hard to deal with. But I can wait till tomorrow if you're tired. I don't want you to miss sleep bc of me. He quickly sent the second message, before going back to trying to fit his favorite hoodie into the already stuffed suitcase.
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Whatever works for you. Just tell me so I can meet you downstairs. But you need sleep too, right? He browsed Tumblr for a while before getting up to take a shower and change into pajamas. He left his phone on the bathroom counter and stripped down, staring at himself for a moment before taking a much-needed shower. Did Evan live far away? The singer hoped it wasn't too much trouble for him to drive over. Thoughts of the other's home life filled his mind.
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