Every Boy's Fantasy - PART TWO of Guns & Roses

Walking That Fine Line

Darren threw his phone to the side, and thought, yeah, right, got up, and figured maybe he was just too moody.

Maybe, he was still angsty or some shit, but usually, when his brother sent innocent-sounding texts, it was because he was just poking his bear.

Fucker. Still, he was intrigued, and suddenly a little excited, dragged himself up from where he had been napping previously, thinking a little too hard, and went to the bathroom to get himself in order.

He brushed his teeth, ran a comb through the nice fade he had gotten, glad he had gone back to the families barber after the jokesters in Aspen especially, and went to his closet to switch out his shirt from the loose purple monstrosity he had on, to just a fitted black tee because he damn well knew he looked good in black.

He just had a feeling that Chris was making rounds after earlier, and really, wasn't sure how he felt about it all. He felt for Christian, didn't know what to expect after that emotionally breaking type of moment, and had never bothered to care in the least over other people's feelings, so it was very new for him, and a very odd sensation to give any kind of damn's.

He cared about his family, obviously, but he never had given a fuck if he hurt his brother's feelings or dumb shit like that. And if you were outside the Walker family crest? He barely bothered to learn someone's name. So, with that being thought, Christian was kind of like the Walker boy's kryptonite; just a walking talking rosetta stone to unlocking their emotional barriers or something.

It was strange and made him a little clammy over it because it was a hell of a lot easier to not give a damn in life. Easier but not quite as gratifying, he supposed. He had never wanted something, for example, that he couldn't really have access to, had never cared if he took that thing he did want from someone, and Chris was like an exercise of self-control and curbing yourself back.

That sensitivity and soft-eyed accusation, when you hurt his feelings, was torturous, and worse, made you feel guilty for it. It was too weird, and he was never sure what the fuck it was about him that turned that wheel so hard to the left, but, there it was. For all of them apparently. Even his mother, when he had talked to her the other day had all but gushed over the man, and she had never met him once.

For Sandra to like anyone? Especially for her oldest child? It was like Christian had put a voodoo spell on the family.

No sooner had he pulled that shirt down, did someone knock at his door, and he swallowed a laugh, turned, picked up the joint he had been smoking, took a hit before stubbing it out, exhaled, and swung it open.

Kryptonite indeed.

Chris looked a little flustered, and clearly, he was a little out of sorts, but Chris smiled and stepped back to give him some space, and Darren really was crushing on this guy.

It hit him hard that knowledge, and he put his finger right on it suddenly. That was it. A fucking real-life crush. Maybe his first ever to this extent, and he was including his and Lacy's tumultuous six-month bullshit in that. Especially as a man and not a kid.

He almost cursed and slammed the door in his face, but, he wasn't that rude, and it would have been hard to explain.

"Hi, Darren. Are you busy?"

God damn it. No. He very clearly wasn't. "Nah. I was just thinking I'd flip on some COD soon or something." He hesitated, half expecting Caleb to roll through the door and try to beat his ass or something, but it was just Christian, and he offered, "You want to come in?"

"Um...yeah sure." Darren just stood aside, trying to place this odd almost nervous energy Chris had going, and wasn't sure if it was just normal Christian shit, or something new, but he slipped past into the very larger room. "I heard you're taking over the left wing thingy."