You know the drill. I don't personally know any of the members of Linkin Park, and what occurs in this story is to have no bearing on the actual sexuality of them. And, you should be 18 to read this. How many of you actually are, I can only wonder.
Okay, so I'm pretty well aware that the last part was a bit un-eventful and drawn out. But I had a few things I wanted to convey, and now. I'll just get back to doing things as I did before.
Enjoy, -Nick. ______________________________
Everything falls apart Even the people who never frown Eventually break down. ______________________________
Now it was my turn to nearly hit the floor.
Chester? Bi? The idea was almost laughable, but yet. I could have sworn that's exactly what I'd heard Chester say just a moment ago.
"Huh?" I said with a blink, obviously completely dumbfounded at the moment. I was probably better off just not talking for a few minutes while I regained my composure.
"..I'm bi?" He tilted his head to the side, brow furrowing slightly. I guess I could understand why he'd be just a tiny bit confused. After all, he didn't know that I wanted to jump his bones right then and there.
"..That's what I thought I heard," I nodded slowly and slid back up onto the edge of the bed, recollecting myself along with my thoughts. Why would Chester tell me something like that? Something that could. Inevitably cause a lot of trouble for his career. I didn't know for sure, but maybe he figured that I wasn't the type who would just run and tell the whole world something. He would've been right.
"Chester.. I ought to go," I nodded solemnly as I spoke, rising to my feet and ambling over to the door. I looked up to him with the fakest smile I could muster, secretly getting my last looks at him. I knew he'd be leaving in the morning.
"..Scott," he got up and took a few steps towards me, but then stopped. I watched him intently for a second, and then he began speaking again "Does it have anything to do with what I said?"
I immediately shook my head, knowing that even though it did have something to do with it, I knew I had to get myself out of there.
".Well. It was nice to have met you," he was no good at being courteous and the sort, and I couldn't help but smirk at him. It just. Wasn't very becoming of him.
"You could say that," I smirked and reached for the doorknob. "I hope things work out for ya' Chester, I really do. Let me know if you're ever in town again. I'll be sure to come to your show," I was making small talk, and I knew it. Avoiding the one thing I wanted to say but absolutely couldn't. I couldn't because I knew it would only complicate things, and because it would be almost impossibly unrealistic. So why even bother?
"..Yeah.. Hey.. wait," He went off somewhere into the room and came back a good minute or so later. A little piece of paper was held tight in his, which he handed to me. I looked down at it, and then back up to him.
"What's this?" I asked curiously
"It's the next few hotels we'll be staying at on the tour, and the rooms I'll be in. I want you to call me," he nodded slowly, and then looked me square in the eye.
"..Alright. I'll do that," I looked back. What Chester did next was something I've yet to understand. I saw him step closer, and then I felt his lips pressed softly against mind in a quick little kiss that nonetheless left me dumbfounded. He took a step backwards, and once again I nearly hit the floor. There was a sheepish little grin on his face that I only saw for a moment, because he was looking at the floor.
"..Sorry," he whispered. I couldn't help but smirk, taking a wary step toward him.
"Don't be," was all I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say, really. I was.. Thrilled. But at the same time a bit taken aback by how fast all this had happened. I hadn't known him a day, and I'd felt more strongly for him than I had anyone else. And then. His wife leaves him only a matter of hours ago, and he just kissed me. It didn't seem right, and for some strange reason I felt myself begin to shake just slightly. I did my best to hide it, and apparently succeeded, for Chester didn't so much as look at me strangely. Actually, he didn't look at me at all. His eyes were still downcast, looking at the floor. ".Chester? You alright?" I questioned.
When he looked up, I saw that those dark brown eyes were once more glistening with the beginnings of a few tears. I didn't know what to make of it, nor much else about the situation at present. I stepped over to him and placed a hand on his arm.
"What's wrong?" I frowned lightly when he just shook his head and turned away, walking to his bed and sitting down on the edge of it. The palms of his hands hid his face, and his voice was muffled when he finally responded.
".This isn't right, Scott. I shouldn't have done that. I can't.. Let myself trust someone like I did Samantha. I'm not.." he paused and drew a shaky breath, but then continued "I'm afraid to be hurt like that again," that last sentence was dropped to just above a whisper, and once more I felt my heart melt for the guy. I understood what he meant, though. All too well.
"..Don't do that to yourself, Chester.. Don't let yourself get like me," I had, at one time, vowed never to trust another person again no matter what I did. No matter who it was, I refused to open up to a person. Because I always felt that if I did, I'd be vulnerable to get hurt. Exposed in some way that I just didn't like to even think of.
"What do you mean 'like me'?" He questioned.
"..Exactly what I said. You should be happy, not miserable and lonely. Don't be afraid to trust a person," I felt like I was preaching, and I hated it.
"But I trusted Sam with.. Everything. And look where it got me," he half-laughed, but I knew he was still upset.
"Chester.. So, things didn't work with Sam. You shouldn't let her break your trust in everyone. You deserve better, anyways." I wanted to kick myself for that last part. Right in the fucking teeth.
"..What?" He questioned me once again.
Well, there was no sense in going back on it now.
".You deserve better than someone who's going to leave you on the grounds she did. You deserve someone that'll just. Silently understand, and not say a word in complaint. Someone who'll. Always be there when you need them," I knew that who I was describing most likely didn't exist at all, and if he or she did, they had probably already found someone.
"Like who?"
"Like. I don't know. Forget I said anything. I'm sorry for the trouble I've cause dyou tonight. You've been through enough without my help," I sighed and turned back to the door.
"..Nobody's. Ever told me that I deserve something better than I have. Everyone says I should just take what I have and enjoy it," he spoke truthfully.
"You should never settle. You shouldn't stop looking until you've found whoever, or whatever makes you happy," I said slowly, my hand resting on the doorknob in wait.
"Well.. what if I've already found him, Scott?" He asked slowly.
Whoo. Well, Like I promised, things were going to get better. I'm in no rush to get to Chester and Scott screwing, but I have a feeling that it'll be sometime in the next chapter. I hope you liked it. And. If you didn't, deal with it, I guess.
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