Frans King is a modern day popstar who lives his life on the outside as if everything were perfect. But, inside, he faces the tumult of an emotional typhoon.
His father and his record company force him to live a faux life in order to support a good...
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"I hope you find a way to be yourself someday." -TheNeighborhood
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Low hum of Austins brother, Levi Knights new single played quietly from the radio. The buzz about the singer had quieted down a little. Media was searching all kinds of secrets that involved Levi Knight. But seemed like they didn't even need those juicy secrets just yet, cause the guy seemed to be in the center of drama lately.
Not that Frans minded, he was glad some of the attention was focused on the older lad.
He sighed heavily, his hand slid down from the spot above his heart. He felt relieved and happy even. His heart was beating, he felt it and that was rather relieving. "So, you feeling better?" A calm voice asked next to Frans. He didn't bother to open his eyes and look at Marvel who was so hard to read. "Yeah, much better." Suddenly he remembered Madison and their date night. His eyes snapped open, only to find Marvels hand pushing him back. "Easy." The bodyguard said tensely. "I already dealt with it." "How-" "don't stress about it, kid. I told you, I already dealt with it." Marvel said somewhat warningly. Frans didn't push him anymore. Besides, he was too beat up for that.
He just leaned back and closed his eyes again. "How did you even know where I was?" Frans was more then embarrassed. It was humiliating, he just had to hope Marvel wouldn't say anything about it to anyone. "Pat told me." He answered shortly.
The silence fell heavily between the two. Frans wasn't even sure where they were heading to, he didn't really want to know either. He still felt a little out of place and slightly sick. What was it? He still did not know. He had his doubts but his mind wouldn't grasp it just yet.
Disgusting smell touched his nostrils and he realized it was him. He groaned and rested his forehead against the cool glass.
It started raining outside. The sound was calming, He had always loved the rain, the sound it made and the fresh smell it left behind.
The car stopped and Frans opened his apple green eyes. He was home.
"You coming in?" He asked, not making any movements of getting out of the car. Marvel grunted, taking out the keys. "Of course I am. Now get out." He said annoyed, stepping out of the car and slamming the door behind him.
Frans stepped out as well, following Marvel into his own home.
The duo found themselves sitting on the couch of living room, the sound of rain keeping them company. Marvel seemed to be sleeping as he had leaned back into the softness of the couch, his eyes closed. Suddenly his phone rang, Marv huffed, turning it off completely.
