Jett's Dorm

[Danny Dubois]

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It had been a good couple days since Danny had gone to see Jett. There really wasn't a reason, he just hadn't exactly hung out with the boy in a while. Deciding that was not okay, Danny was quick to change into something nicer than his pajamas and head towards Jett's dorm. Of course, he'd gotten distracted and headed in the complete opposite direction until he found himself outside and getting into his car. Honestly, he'd done it absentmindedly. Danny had recently become addicted to Starbucks coffee. So here he was, going to order his usual... like usual.

After picking up his own coffee and ordering a second (exactly the same) for Jett, Danny headed back to the dorms and up to Jett's room which was his original intention. Only now, he had no distractions what with the coffee in his hand ready to stimulate and craving he might get. Upon reaching the door, Danny knocked lightly so as to not spill the cup in his hand. No answer. Tilting his head a bit, Danny got a bit closer to listen in. There was music playing.. probably why Jett hadn't come to door.

Folding the two cups in towards his chest, Danny used his free hand to swing open the door. It was dark every other second, but he was almost blinded by the strobes. And then.. shit, was that Jett bouncing around like a madman on his bed? Singing? Brittany Spears? Danny couldn't help but snort.

"Jett what the hell are you doing!" he shouted over the music, closing the door behind him with his foot once he'd stepped in. "That's not how I taught you!"

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This was in full swing. Jett was having his own concert all by himself inside his room in which was now a stadium and he was singing in front of ten thousand people. And by ten thousand, it was just the posters hanging on the walls and his shoes. He kicked off his shoes like he was some kind of stripper and just let go of anything else he had. His shoes bounced on the floor and thumped against his dresser as he turned around and faced the wall by the head of his bed.

"Lollipop, must mistake me, you're a sucker~" He sang just as he opened his eyes and twisted around in full swing and to his surprise, he saw Danny standing in the doorway. "Fucking Christ!" Jett yelled, so startled that when went to step from the bed, he failed to realize that his feet were all kinds of tangled in the sheets and he landed on the floor with a thud. His heart was racing so fast, like that lingering after you got spooked or something. "Oh my God, what are you doing here?" Jett asked, burying his red hot face in his hands.

He couldn't make himself look at Danny for the longest time because he was still so embarrassed. He just sat on the floor with his face in his hands and didn't dare bother to move even half a centimeter. He was sitting with his legs folded like when they make you do the butterfly stretch in gym class where your feet are together. Suddenly, Jett started giggling into his palms and slowly peeked out through his fingers as he looked up to Danny. "Wooow." He laughed, still hiding his face for the most part.

[Danny Dubois]

Danny tried to hide his laughter when Jett tumbled off the bed. Setting down the two coffees on a nearby table, Danny moved forward just slightly but stopped when Jett had covered his face. Still chuckling, Danny bent down at his side and just smiled. When Jett finally peeked through his fingers, Danny put his hands on the ground and leaned down to kiss the boy's forehead.

"That was cute," he said, raising an eyebrow at the boy. Jett seemed awfully embarrassed, though, so Danny decided to quit it with the jokes. Pushing himself from the floor, Danny turned down the music then returned to Jett's side. The sheets were still twisted around his feet, so Danny untangled them then laid down beside him, on his back just like Jett.

"Why wasn't I invited to your concert?" Danny teased. So much for not making fun anymore. He couldn't help, though. "I mean, you looked pretty sexy up there," he added with a snort before rolling to his side and supporting his head on one hand, propped up on his elbow.