endlessly unlimited -- fox

[JACKSON ELLIOT DUKE]

Jackson had taken on more than he could chew. Well maybe not more than he could chew, but more than one boy who was simply passing through should be taking on in his life. Jackson was falling in love with a girl, actually two girls and an unborn baby; it was silly for him to be thinking this way, to be so already hopelessly in love with someone he was just starting to get to know. It wasn’t so much that crazy that he was falling in love with a girl, he believed in love and thought that it existed and had been in love with someone, just never really expected that person to be pregnant and also already have a baby. He already had enough of a complicated life he didn’t need to add the fact that he was a rockstar and was constantly on the road, not so much on the road right now, but in general they would be busy with tour soon. Though in Jackson’s head how could he be interested in going in tour when Victoria had a baby on the way, sure it wasn’t his baby, but he knew that the father of the baby wasn’t ready to be in the babies life. Jackson, was full heartedly interested in being involved with Emma and as they called zombie fetus’ lives.

Today he wasn’t going to focus in whatever he had suddenly involved himself into. This was going to be the day that Jackson was going to spend time with his best friend and band mate Fox. They had only decided to stay here on a whim not really a reason why, and he already had himself a girlfriend as well. It seemed the pair of them was lucky in love. Jackson didn’t know if it was because they were in a band or if it was because they were incredibly charming, they had fallen for girls and had decided that this would be the place they would come back to after tour. He wasn’t going to think too much into the future, not with anything, thoughts about that made him nervous, marriage, dating the thoughts about babies his personal future after tour, it was all too complicated for him to really think about right now.

It was one of the many reasons why Jackson was in his car, driving down the road. Many people who knew of his vehicle knew its trunk was filled with more than acceptable items in the back, always prepared. That factor had helped him recently with being able to have a nice shirt and tie for a wedding. Right now he wasn’t really beliving he would need anything out of the trunk for his visit, they didn’t require too much to cause problems for people. Not in a we have to get kicked out kind of way, more or less a ha-ha that’s funny kind of way. Jackson and Fox were quite a duo and could make any situation fun and interesting. He was completely prepared for fun and adventure. Driving through the parking lot he found an opened spot, jumping out he wandered into the lobby of the hotel. He smiled kindly towards the people that looked at him from over the counter.

Jackson already knew where he was going, he sauntered over to the elevators, and they slowly slid open Jackson clicked the last floor. He waited patiently he wasn’t great with elevators or waiting, Jackson was certain he had a form of claustrophobia. As soon as the elevator dinged at being at the top floor Jackson ran his hand against the buttons of every floor and hit them quickly before exiting the elevator. Slowly he walked over towards his best friend’s room and pounded on the door. ”Open up! It’s the police! We heard a rumor of some sexy rockstar living here!” he yelled with a small chuckle to himself, god he was funny.

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[FOX MERCURY DE LUCA]

There was no denying that Fox had it easy, and yes, perhaps he was a bit spoiled. He threw his money around like it was no big deal, because to him it really wasn’t. Food aside, Fox didn’t really spend his money on much when it came to himself. He showered his friends with gifts because he didn’t know what to do with it otherwise. He could buy more guitars, get himself more cats, expensive clothes, but what was the point? It was just wasting space in his hotel room, which he wasn’t even paying for himself. He had it very easy and always had. With the exception of being bullied in school and occasionally getting mobbed by fans of his dads’, he hadn’t really had much trauma. An eating disorder that lasted for a year because his dad showed him how stupid he was being, having to explain to people that he had two fathers, and that was about the gist of his problems. Well, Fox didn’t really see having to deal with manic episodes as anything all that bad. He saw them as a way to get stronger. A way to learn how to handle the harsh world he was otherwise sheltered from. It was easy handling a few nasty people after handling random freak outs from his dad and from Gunner. It was something he had had to grow up with so it had never really bothered him all that much. It made him stronger. It made him able to deal with all sorts of people.

It made it easier to handle Kieara’s anxiety and eating disorder. He had a vague idea of what was going on in his girlfriend’s head between his own experiences and what he had learned from his friends and family’s hardships. Fox cared about Kieara something fierce and he was damn near desperate to help her get better. Was he falling for her? He would rather not sit and try and figure it out. Fox preferred to let relationships go with the flow. He preferred to let them happen on their own, mostly because he had scared a few girls off by pulling out the “L” word too early. He wanted to do things right and just let things happen. No freaking out over the future or the past. No pressure, at least he hoped, and just easy living. Fox desperately wanted this to work. He didn’t date just for the fun of it, he dated because he cared about the person. The idea of falling in love was as exciting as it was horrifying.

Oh the things he thought about when he had nothing to do. A bored Fox was never a good thing. A bored Fox was spinning in his computer chair until his hat flew off and his hoodie was starting to slide off of his arms. He kept using his feet to keep him spinning, grabbing a jug of milk while he spun and attempting to open it while continued spilling. To no avail he couldn’t do it, letting the jug sit in his lap until there was a pounding at the door. He stood, the world spinning even though he was simply standing there. He used furniture to keep himself from falling on his ass or face. “Shit! The popo!”

[/color] he called with a laugh, falling into the door as he started unlocking it. He leaned against the door and swayed a bit, probably looking like he was drunk. “Hey brosky! You’re lookin’ mighty fine!”[/color] was his greeting, laughing as the world finally stopped spinning. From under the bed came a curious kitty, wandering its way to the door and purring loudly.
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WEARING[/color] this.
LYRICS[/color] the matches.
NOTES[/color] bromosexuals
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[JACKSON ELLIOT DUKE]

There was one thing that hasn’t changed since he moved somewhat to New York, his best friend. Rarely did Jackson make friends, not because he wasn’t easy to get along with, but because he traveled a lot, even before he started a band Jackson traveled more than one person should. He had left Canada on his own and ran all over the United States, worrying his already perturbed parents. Sure his brother was already in the country and was slowly establishing himself getting married and his wife being newly pregnant. Jackson never really paid attention to his family before they were all gone. His brother was his last piece of family, sure he hated his brother’s wife nicknamed on occasion succubus queen and his nephew was a pain in the rear. All in all, Jackson knew it was the last of his family and he had to deal with at least seventy five percent of what he had left, so when they went on break for the band because well they needed to, Jackson was more than satisfied with moving to New York, and even more ecstatic that his best friend had decided to come along, not to go back to California.

He was particularly excited that New York was bringing more than he would have ever wanted from it. Jackson was here with Fox, they both found wonderful girls, even found themselves another player for the band, the only thing they had left was to find a drummer, all in all they were making progress and he couldn’t be any happier, even if you threw free CD’s for life. He hadn’t been amazingly happy in a long time, not since his parents had passed away. Jackson never was close to his parents they always liked his brother best, all they ever did was show concern when it came to Jackson because he had a completely different lifestyle. Tristan was the golden boy with a family and finally settling down, and Jackson was just their seventeen year old son that was being too reckless for their tastes. It was too late to change for their sight since their plane crashed over the ocean; Jackson has never looked at a National Geographic since that day.

Even now he was happy to be out of his brother’s apartment, he hadn’t moved out of their house quite yet, he was waiting for Fox’s dad’s some of his idols to establish them a location somewhere in New York. Jackson was only okay with this current living situation for now, because his nephew Dustin was being nice as well was Tristan, his sister-in-law remained simply irritating. Jackson would deal with them for a short period longer, he would still babysit his nephew because he admitted that his brother needed a break every once awhile, especially when his wife disappeared. Dustin would have to get used to the idea of coming over to his new home and his roommates which included three girls and two other boys, possibly another girl if Teddy’s new found girlfriend decided she wanted to live with them too. Doubtful, but anything was possible. He was personally ready to get their tour show on the road, not because he wanted to leave, but because it was what he wanted to do, it was what he was meant to do, play music.

He heard the movement of his friend from inside the room. Jackson smiled lightly as he watched his friend lean against the doorframe his friend looked worse for wear. ”Have you been drinking without me?”

[/color] he asked shaking his head. How could he drink without him, Jackson was a guy for partying. ”Brosky is doing pretty awesome, and you’re looking good yourself hot stuff.”[/color] Jackson returned, only in a bromance like theirs could it work. When he heard the purring he looked down and saw Truckstop. ”hey there kittycat.”[/color] slowly he knelt and offered his hand out to the kitten.

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• word count : 659
  
• notes : wheee this is bamfdiggity.
  

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