runaway boys (a just dance story)

1.

-third person-

quietness. that's all what jack rose heard in the swan tower as he laid in his bed, curled up in a ball. ever since him, sara, wanderlust, brezziana, and mihaly defeated his mother, night swan, she began to treat him coldly because she had failed her goal to achieve perfectionism, since her dreams of becoming a ballerina had shattered, turning her to perfect-obsessed witch who wanted world domination. jack didn't want to be his mother's guard, he wanted to be a famous celebrity that fans would adore; although his performance of locked out of heaven was great, night swan still thought he wasn't perfect in her eyes.

suddenly, he remembered something. something that stung him in his heart. something that will stay with him for the rest of his life.

while mihaly was battling one of night swan's army members, jack got in an argument with her, saying that what she was doing was wrong and he didn't want to serve her anymore. then, one line broke him down in the inside of his heart.

"i'm done with you, jack. you're not perfect."

tears fell down from his green eyes as he silenced his cries, trying his hardest for his mother not to hear. painful flashbacks of when he was younger kicked in; night swan getting more and more disappointed when he couldn't do his spin right. why did perfection corrupt her?

"mother, why?" jack whispered, his tears staining his pillows. he then sat up from the bed and picked up his telephone, dialing a number.

after a few rings, a familiar french voice was heard over the phone.

"hello?"

"jerôme?"

"jack? buddy, is everything okay at home?"

jerôme was one of jack's friends who had a brief problem with alcoholism and drugs. he has since been clean and lived with everly, a dancer who just gave birth to their child, who was a boy. all jack could do was break down and cry over the phone.

"no, jerôme. mother had disowned me. i failed her."

the phone line fell silent as jack cried, then jerôme's voice came back.

"jack, i'm so sorry."

the redhead hung up the phone and got up from the bed. grabbing a small bag, he threw some clothes in it and grabbed his microphone. he later grabbed a notepad and a pen, writing a note in case wanderlust came to visit him again.

i left.

sorry.

it's been fun hanging out with you.

love, jack rose.

jack signed the note off and left his room, looking around to see that his mother was around, he left the swan tower, not even looking back. painful visions of the argument, along with night swan turning those innocent people into her servants ran through his mind, causing tears to prick through his gold eyes.

as he walked in the chilly weather, one of his favorite songs played in his head as the moonlight followed his movements.

you're all i had, you're all i had.

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I do not own Just Dance. All rights go to Ubisoft.