Jaylan's point of view

"I'm a nervous wreck." I whispered to myself as I took a deep breath. "Just be yourself. Don't try too hard, but don't be too lazy..." I trailed off as I began to fix my black hair, which was a curly mess since I was torn between straightening it and leaving it as is since it was kind of pretty.

"Fucking hell, I look like the epitome of emo MySpace." I mumbled and then pulled my black band tee off, throwing around my clothes in search of a normal t-shirt. I grabbed a plain maroon top and then pulled it on, looking in the mirror. "Now I look too plain! I look boring!"

I looked around my small closet and then grabbed a leather jacket. I pulled it on and then looked into my body mirror, criticizing myself again. "I look like the 1980's just shit me out." I complained as I ran a hand over my forehead, tossing the jacket on the floor immediately.

I yanked a denim jacket on and then took a deep breath as I stared in the mirror. "Fine. It's fine. I don't have any other jackets anyways, so it has to be fine.." I dismissed as I pushed my glasses higher up on my nose.

"Jaylan, they're waiting." The caretaker knocked on my door and I nodded though she couldn't see me.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" I rushed as I looked at my hair. "Fucking rat's nest. I don't have time to fix it either. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I chanted quietly and then searched my room for my grey beanie.

When I found it, I yanked it over my hair and then looked at the silver stud on the bottom of my lip. "What if they're religious? Or hate piercings? I can't take it out, it's still healing. I like it though." I ranted as I panicked, pacing back and forth in my room.

"Jaylan!"

I shook my head and then grabbed the doorknob without thinking, yanking it open as I fanned myself gently. "They've been waiting for nearly ten minutes." The head of the orphanage snapped and I apologized approximately a hundred times as she pushed me in the direction of the interview room.

I pulled my shoulders from her grasp and she pointed to the door as I reached for my piercing. "Wait, let me take this o-"

She opened the door and forced me inside, making me cry out in pain as I accidentally tugged too hard on my new piercing and clipped it on to the skin of my lip. "That didn't sound good." I heard someone say and I quickly clipped my piercing back in the right way. "Are you okay?"

"Me? Yeah-Yeah I'm fine. Don't worry. Just clipped myself with my piercing. It's fresh you know? So it hurts a lot. I can take it out though, if you don't like it-"

I came face to face with two familiar blondes, their hands interlocked and looks of concern painting their face. I didn't understand why though, I told them I'm fine. But maybe I didn't look fine? Maybe they could tell I was lying, but only just a little bit. I've been told I was a good liar and I doubt they could tell from two seconds of seeing me.

"You're bleeding. Luke-"

The taller of the two stood up and then held out a paper towel for me, holding it to my lip as the taste of blood filled my mouth. Disgusting. "I'm gonna need you to take it out real quick, okay? Just for a second." He spoke, a distinct Australian accent lacing his words.

How the hell am I supposed to say I met two of my favourite lead singers after puncturing myself with a lipring inside of and orphanage interviewing room? This is some kind of twisted, nightmare crap where I'm positive that I end up embarassing myself even more.

"Okay. Okay, I can do that." I winced as I tried taking it out. I quickly took the stud off and then held the silver it as he patted the towel along the outside of my lip.

"How about you rinse your mouth and then come back? We can wait a few more minutes, it's fine." He smiled sweetly and I took a deep breath as I cleaned the piercing off a bit.

I quickly stepped out and went to the bathroom, setting my piercing down before turning the faucet on. I quickly cupped my hands under the water and then swished it around before spitting it out. I took a deep breath and then cleaned the hole out with the kit I had in the drawer before putting the piercing itself back in.

I winced and then turned the faucet off before sighing. Fuck, what if I just ruined everything? How dramatic was that? They probably hate me and are going to just follow through with the interview to be nice to me and not hurt my feelings.

I just fucking blew it, big time.

As I stepped back into the room, I smiled awkwardly when I closed the door behind me to look at them. I sat down across from them and the shorter, smiled, introducing himself and his boyfriend to me though I already knew who they were.

"I'm Brian, this is Luke, my boyfriend." He smiled and they held hands. I nodded and then laughed nervously as I played with my hair.

"I-I know. I listen to your guys' music... it's fine. I don't mean to sound like weird or anything though. You guys have great music and I appreciate it because it really helps and stuff." I rambled as my cheeks burned red hot. "I'm nervous. I'm sorry."

"We can tell." Luke laughed and smiled, a small flower tucked behind his ear that I haven't really noticed until now. After more eyeing and observating, I found that it matched the colour of Brian's t-shirt, an ivory shade to add a pop of colour to their otherwise, dark outfits of all black.

"Well uh, we're new to this. What are we supposed to ask? What are we supposed to know?" Brian asked and I bit on my top lip.

"Whatever you want to know. Any question ever." I answered and they nodded. "You can ask about my age, my grades, my-"

"Anxiety. Do you have anxiety?" Luke asked out of nowhere and I laughed nervously. "You seem anxious."

"Do I?" I asked and he rose an eyebrow at me. "Okay, maybe I am. Maybe I do. It's not like I can help it though. I don't have medication for it and I always second guess everything ever, even if I don't need to. Even if there isn't anything to second guess. Then I overthink stuff and we all know where that goes."

"Do you take medication at all?"

"No, not really. Besides for like cough medicine or asprins, I don't take medication. I have no prescriptions, besides these glasses. These were prescribed to me since I'm super blind." I laughed as I tapped the nose bridge of my glasses.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Luke asked me and I rolled my eyes as I laughed. "Come on, guess!"

"Seventeen?"

"Seven." He told me and I nodded as Brian chuckled, adjusting his leather jacket. "I'm not sure if that was a joke or not."

"It was, I promise. A human does not, and cannot, have seventeen fingers." I promised as he nodded.

"So what do you go around doing when you're not getting illegal piercings and attending school?" Brian asked and I bit the inside of my cheek.

"It wasn't illegal, my friend did it. So technically, it's not like I lied to some man or woman in a store." I awkwardly explained. "But I'm here and there. I don't mind doing things with other people, but I also don't mind being alone sometimes, you know? Going to the mall with my friends, playing guitar, listening to music, watching TV, there's a few moutains near by so hiking is fun. I like to do a lot of stuff."

"You play guitar?" Luke asked me, his chin in his hands and he seemed genuinely interested in my life. "How long?"

"Since I've been here. So uh, about five years now." I answered and he nodded. "I don't think I'm too good, but people disagree with me about it a lot."

"I want to hear you play." Luke jokingly complained and I shrugged, biting my bottom lip nervously. "What genres do you play?"

"Any? If I like a song, I learn it, that simple." I said and he nodded.

Brian cut the music conversation short, asking me how old I was since we haven't gotten around to that question yet. "Quince. I'm fifteen." I told him and he nodded. "Porque, I was born in 2002."

"When was your birthday?"

"Few weeks ago on the third. I didn't do much because I hate making a big deal about it." I leaned back into my chair and then fixed my hair a bit.

"Why are you here? What happened five years ago?" Luke asked me and I ran my tongue over my dry lips. "Or, you don't have to tell us. I'm just curious." He quickly added when Brian whispered something to him.

"It's fine. Nothing bad, well, horrible. My parents just weren't fit to be parents. My dad drank a lot and my mom just... she had no hope or faith. She was just there, and when school saw that I kept missing days and coming to school exhausted and anxious, they had police come by and then CPS got involved." I explained and they were silent. "I'm a mess, I'm sorry. My life's a mess."

"Honey, we're all messes here, it's alright." Brian assured and I laughed quietly when Luke agreed with him. "Mind giving us some time to think about this?" He asked and suddenly I got nervous again.

"Yeah! Sure. I'll be up in my room, just like knock before you come in. It's a mess. Or just leave if it's a no, because like no, hard feelings. I'm blabbering - okay bye!" I rushed and then left the room, closing the door right behind me as I leaned against it. "Fucking idiot." I scolded myself and then walked up to my room.

I opened the door and jumped on to the bed, facepalming heavy after taking my glasses off. "You were doing so well! Then you had to go and be fucking weird. No hard feelings? Urgh."

I shoved my fave into my pillow and then sighed as I tugged my beanie over my head even more. "I want hell to swallow me up." I sighed and then looked at the wall.

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Question of the chapter:
-On a scale of 1-10 how excited are you for this?

Author's Answer:
-Literally 11/10. I'm so excited it's insane. I have shipped since forever ago and then some.