Jett's Dorm

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Yes, Jett's room is always a mess.. well, unless he get a wild hair up his ass and decides to clean.. or if he has a company coming over..

[Danny Dubois]

Danny closed his laptop and sat fuming. There were no words, nothing, as he sat with his eyes closed and just breathed. By now he should've been crying, and he felt like he was going to. But he couldn't. He was too angry, too mad, too horribly confused to even conjure up a tear. He had to go see Jett. That's what he needed. Go and get this all straightened out. Yes. That was it.

Danny stood and went to his closet, practically ripping the door off the wall as he flung it open and dug through his shoes. After landing on a plain pair of sneakers, Danny straightened up and took a red hoodie from the pile near the back. Usually his clothing was hanging on the bar across the top of the closet but he'd still yet to have that fixed...

Pulling the hoodie over his head as he stuck his feet into his shoes, Danny made no sound at all. He wasn't mumbling to himself, he sure as hell wasn't crying, he wasn't even talking in his head. Once fully clothed, Danny patted down his pockets to make sure he had his phone and keys before going for the door and heading out into the hallway.

Quite briskly, Danny tromped down the hall towards Jett's dorm. Jett having a C last name and Danny having a D last name meant they were relatively close. Which was good, really, because he was stomping pretty hard and if he'd have had to go much further, people might start looking.

Upon reaching Jett's door, Danny didn't even bother to knock. Practically throwing himself against it, he soon was standing inside looking for Jett. Jesus.. this place was a mess! It looked like a bomb had gone off... But Danny shook the thought away. When he spotted him sitting across the room, he approached.

"Did you see the things she fucking posted online? Did you see the things they fucking said about me? About us?" He was trying not to yell, but he was definitely louder than a normal talking level and as he spoke, he pointed out the door as if "they" were there.

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Jett had been sitting on the floor in front of.. where his mattress should have been, but now it was up against the window. His jaw was clenched tight with his fists as he looked over the wreck he had just made of his room. He was breathing rather heavy out of hate and exhaustion. Everything was out of order; clothes everywhere, and upturned dresser and broke TV, pictures from the wall cracked on the floor or crooked on the wall, a feathered pillow ripped to shreds and it's insides scattered. He was a wreck and it showed.

How the fuck could she go and do that? After everything she put him through she had the fucking lady-balls to go and pull that shit? Jett had been reading over the chat and when it had ended, he was sure to give her a call. He spared no time in telling her what a sad sadistic freak she was out how no one in their right mind would ever be able to love someone as pathetic as her. He made sure to call her every name in the book that he could think of before telling her just how much he hated her. This? No, he was done.

Jett had his back rested against the box springs and his knees pulled up to his chest. Sometime during his war against the bedroom, he'd lost his jacket, shirt and shoes but was still wearing a new pair of black jeans. His hate seminar was interrupted when Danny flung himself inside the door. Jett snapped his head up, expecting to see Elise. When he realized who was actually standing there, he recoiled ever so slightly and dropped his glare.

Almost immediately Jett felt a giant wave of guilt wash over him when Danny had started in. He could feel his anger brewing back up and he rose to his feet. Granted, Danny has a good three inches over him, but he was to that point. "You don't think I'm not affected too, Danny? I saw exactly what she fucking posted." Jett was about three inches from Danny's face at this point and he wasn't about to stop. "She's a fucking cunt and I hate every last inch of her! At this point, everyone can go to hell! Fuck her, fuck Cooper, fuck Esme, and.. and you know what? Fuck you too!" Jett yelled, pushing his hands against Danny's chest and giving him a rather hard shove. "God, you're such a bitch sometimes!"

[Danny Dubois]

"Fuck me?" Danny repeated, feeling Jett's hands press against his chest as he stumbled back. He'd seen that coming though and only used it as extra force to throw himself forward and push Jett back against the upturned mattress. Neither of them fell, but Danny was pretty close and just barely kept himself up.

"A bitch? I'm a fucking bitch? Jesus, Jett, you're a goddamn child!" Danny was throwing his arms around a lot and pointing too. He couldn't think of anything to say though.. nothing off the top of his head, at least. All he'd had was thrown into repeating exactly what Jett had said then pushing him down. He'd never been so upset.. he didn't know how to deal with it.

"Why the fuck didn't you stop her, huh?" He said finally, lightly pushing Jett just enough to move his shoulder. "You said you saw, and yea I'm fucking sure it hurt you too. So why the hell did you let her just keep going? And Cooper.. fuck. Did you see that? Did you?" Danny turned around and let his head drop, bring his hands up behind his neck and lacing his fingers together. He paced a bit, nodding his head back and forth before turning back to Jett.

"Yknow, don't think me cocky," he said in a very dry tone, "But, gee, I dunno. Y'think maybe this affects me a bit more than it does you? Huh?" He'd been swinging his arms around again but stopped, lifted a hand to his neck, and pointed at the two thick, red lines running down either side. "Yea I might be a bitch, Jett. But if you haven't noticed.. I take things to heart. The tiniest things drive me up a wall. And I dunno man but THIS was no tiny fucking thing!"

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Jett nearly tripped over something laying on the floor and now his other foot that he had used to catch himself was throbbing. He didn't really take it into account at that moment because he was too focused on the fact that he really just wanted to take a swing for Danny's face. He knew what was stopping him; he loved Danny. With him asking why he hadn't done anything or stopped anyone from saying what they said, Jett's momentary break of anger had built back up and was hotter than before.

Jett watched as Danny paced and then stopped. "I didn't say anything because I thought you would be smart and just fucking leave. Not sit there and get picked apart!" He had flailed his arms in the air and then let them drop back to his sides. His jaw fell slightly open when Danny dug up Jett's worst memory. How could he bring that up? Didn't he even think for a moment how badly that stung? That was his breaking point, he was done. Without saying anything, Jett let out a wispy growl and shoved Danny from his feet. "That drug me through hell!" Jett said, nearly tackling himself on top of Danny's side. "There's night I can't fucking sleep because that slips into my mind." He had pounded his clenched fist down twice on Danny's arm, not hard but firm enough. He stopped and gripped his jacket, his face pressed against his ribs. His voice was calmer now and the hits became almost something like a feather. "Danny-" He cracked. Jett was fighting back the lump growing in his throat as his hands began to shake.

After just a short while of laying atop him, Jett squeaked out, "I can't lose you, you're all I have." He shook his head slightly and his hand over his face to catch the traitor tears. He sat up, pulling Danny with and into him with a relentlessness grip. If he wanted out of this embrace, he'd have a struggle on his hands. Jett buried his face into Danny's, letting out heavy breaths and steaming tears. "I'm sorry," Jett barely croaked out. "I'm a terrible fucking person and just..I'm sorry."

[Danny Dubois]

Danny wasn't ready for that one. It was a tough blow, a check, really, and knocked him straight to the ground. He hit with a heavy "oof" and felt his head snap back as he made contact with the ground. It hurt, but he was more worried about the fact that when he opened his eyes, Jett was atop him with flying fists. At first, Danny was really confused. He didn't really understand why quite suddenly, Jett was so horribly mad. But the more he watched his eyes, the more he understood. It wasn't just anger there. It was something more. And when Jett's face was suddenly pressed against Danny's rib cage and he squeaked his name, it all made sense.

Good fucking job. Bring it up with the one person that cared.

Danny let his head fall back to the floor and closed his eyes, exhaling hard. The situation had completely changed, completely turned. And.. was Jett crying? Before he could think or say anything, though, Jett was pulling up and taking Danny with him. He didn't try to fight it and quite willingly gave in when Jett wrapped his arms around his back in a tight hug.

"I can't lose you. You're all I have."

That made Danny's heart drop. He'd really done it this time. "Jett I'm.. I'm not going anywhere, Jett," he whispered, returning the hug just as Jett started apologizing for something ridiculous. He was certainly not a terrible person! Hearing that, Danny pulled his head back just a bit to where just their noses were barely touching. "Jett. Don't ever say that," he said sternly, brows furrowed as he looked Jett in the eye. "You are a beautiful person. Nothing less," he shook his head a bit. He really wasn't sure if this was the time to give him a kiss, because he honestly thought he might get punched. Jett seemed pretty unstable.

"Jett, I love you and I'm sorry I came in here screaming like that. I just.. I got carried away and you have nothing to apologize for. I'm sorry I brought.. that up and I'm sorry you had to experience it in the first place," he paused and closed his eyes, touching their noses together. "I'm not all here. Depression'll do that. But.. but you make me happy," he smiled, "You keep me here, Jett. And I guess I just.. I.. I dunno. It was hard to think that someone else could have you like she did. I'm sorry." Danny put his head on Jett's shoulder and tightened the hug. He started to rock a bit, just a sort of comfort thing he did when he got into a mood. It was calming.

"Jett, I really do love you," he said into Jett's neck after a minute, then looked up again, placing their foreheads together. "Let's.. let's not fight anymore," he said, kind of chuckling as he gave Jett a squeeze.

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Jett could have kicked himself for being such an emotional wreck and now that he was calming down, slightly but he was, he looked at the damage he'd done to his room. With a heavy sigh, he readjusted his head so that his forehead was rested on Danny's shoulder. He was right; Jett wasn't that bad of a person, and he was aware of that. But he was scared and ashamed of how he had just treated Danny, the one person who hadn't ever done him wrong, and Esme, one of his best friends, and really even Elise. He was sure she was probably balling her eyes out right about now because of what he had said to her.

Jett's hands had let go of Danny's jacket now and he was soothingly running his thumb over the same spot on his back. He had everything to apologize for and somehow, he would make it up to Danny and everyone else he dragged into this. Jett turned his head and kissed his neck, not romantically or anything, just simple, as if to start his apology.

With his other hand, he placed it so carefully against Danny's jaw, and moved his own forehead so that it was against his. He gave him two or three short, simple pecks on the lips, his eyes closed and his brain elsewhere. He hadn't said anything but maybe that could show how he was truly sorry. He nodded, agreeing on no more fights. "I love you too... I'm sorry I pushed you." Jett said, his forehead back on Danny's. He pulled away and leaned back, crossing his legs in the process. The hand on Danny's jaw had been moved and was no playing with the back of Danny's hair. "Are you you okay?" Jett asked as he wiped his face with the inside of his free hand. He hated crying, but he hated the stupid sniffling that always came afterwards. He hadn't cried hard enough to make his eyes puffy or incredibly red so it wasn't as embarrassing as last time, which he was thankful for.

Jett removed his hand from Danny and let it fall into his own lap as he looked around the room. With a deep and heavy sigh which actually felt like relief, he started, "I broke my tv." His tone was near emotionless and it wasn't until now that he was feeling the throbbing in his foot. Out of curiosity, Jett glanced down only to see a jagged piece of glass that had punctured the skin. "And cut my foot." It was in deep, and only a small part of it was sticking out.

[Danny Dubois]

Danny smiled. "Its alright," he said when Jett apologized for pushing him. He really didn't care. His head didn't hurt so much anymore and he was just happy that they weren't fighting anymore. When Jett asked if he was okay, Danny nodded and returned a couple of the kisses before looking to Jett's foot while he talked about breaking his TV.

"Holy shit!" Danny exclaimed, eyes widening as he realized how deep the glass was. "Fuck, man. You wanna go to the hospital or something?" he asked, not really sure if they should try to pull it out themselves or go get stitches for it. Danny certainly didn't want to touch it. "You poor thing," he said almost mockingly, looking back up to Jett's eyes with a cute smile to let him know he wasn't being an ass. "Does it hurt bad?" he asked quietly, glancing back down at the shard sticking up. It looked so gross. So he looked away again and put his hand on Jett's cheek, pulling him in for a kiss. "This is why we can't fight. You break things and hurt yourself, I go over the top and get my heart rate up," he shook his head. "No more fighting," he said, kissing Jett again before standing up and sticking his hand out. "Come on. Let's see how bad that is."

After pulling Jett to his feet, Danny put his hands on his shoulders to steady him just in case he couldn't stand on that foot. He felt really bipolar, being suddenly so happy again. Just moments ago, he had been practically steaming with anger and now.. well now he was just ready to shower Jett with kisses and hugs.

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Did it look that bad? Danny's reaction had actually startled him and made him jump a little. "It's not that bad, is it?" He asked, raising his eyebrows in concern. He looked at Danny and then back at his foot and pursed his lips at it. "It just stings a little but it's not like, bad bad." It was. It probably needed stitches, but he wasn't going to waste the time of day to go sit in a hospital for three hours when he could just pull it out himself and superglue it. Or have the nurse to it; at least she could clean it up in a sanitary manner.

Jett only used his right leg to stand up and pretty much used Danny's body as his lift. He only winced as he tried to walk on it, but it had pushed it in further. "Yeah, no more fighting." He chuckled, trying to keep both of their spirits up. He hobbled over to Danny's side, kicking shit out of his way while do so and used him as a crutch. "I'm just going to go to the nurse and call it a-okay. It's not that bad once you get past the blood."

They had gotten into the nurse's office a short while after, and she was just about to try and pull it out after she poured peroxide over it. Jett had clenched his jaw but breathed through it like he always did when it came to pain. His mom was the same way with the tolerance. When she began digging, he clenched the bed he was sitting on and was grinding his teeth. Little tiny groans were escaping his throat as she took her sweet time with it even with his death glares. "I'm sorry," Jett started, knowing he couldn't take much more. "Could you like.. just rip it out or something? Just.. just rip it out." And she did. Then, luckily, stitched it up which almost hurt worse than pulling it out.

When he was all set, he had Danny help him up and they bid the nurse goodbye and started back to their hall. "Can we just go to your room? Mine's... kind of a death trap." He said with a little hint of a laugh.

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Jett had just gotten home from the mall where there had been a new party story that opened up. It was something like Party City or whatever. Either way, he had bought strobe lights and laser lights for a party that he was planning that was going to be some time down the road, but it cost him a pretty penny for the time being. He even made a deal with his kid sister so that if she pitched in, she could go and Jett wouldn't say anything to their parents about it. She seemed pretty happy about that so she agreed.

He just wanted to give them a test run to get the feel for them so he set the lights up and cranked up his iPhone. At first something by Bruno Mars came on and he frowned at it. When he skipped to the next song on Pandora, instantly knowing it. No one was here to see him, yet he still looked around, making sure his blinds were shut and the drapes were clothes before he started to sing along with it. "Tonight we're goin' har'har'har'har'har hard," He said, copying something that he had seen Danny do that meant popping his chest. Yeah, he would leave that part for him.

Instead, he flicked off the bedroom lights and turned on the lasers which gave him this awesome sense that he was in his own little world. Jett laughed and smiled all to himself as he turned into a rockstar on his bed. "It's makin' my brain delirious!" He said, grabbing an empty Amp can to use as his microphone. When that song ended, Womanizer by Britney Spears came on and he got even more into it as he jumped on his bed, the sheets bunching up around his feet every time he landed. His dance included lots of hips thusts, pointing and pretend "fierceness" that Danny naturally had when he danced. The only things was, Jett couldn't dance so if someone was to see it.....

Oh, Lord.. he'd die.