Jayys Blood is on the Dance Floor

chapter 1

Jayy peaked behind the curtain at the fans fileing into the auditorium. Seven years of this. Seven years and still filling up a room of people. He spotted young adults running around with wild hair colors, children 12 years old with expressions of -if-my-parents-knew-I-was-here-theyd-kill- looks, guardians, and true members of the SGTC. He closed his eyes. It was nice to see that he had this many supporters. Seven years worth god damn. This was his way of dealing with the haters. His secret. Yeah he told everyone not to care about the hate, but in order to do that he closed his eyes and thought about how many people loved him. And he loved them back. Without his fans he would not be who or where he was today. They raised him.

Jayy felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped. He turned around to see Dahvie. Jayy gave Dahvie a mad look.

"you know," Dahvie said. "Its easier to see the fans when the curtain is open." He smirked. "ready to go on?"

Jayy nodded then spit the gum from his watermelon Blow Pop that he had been chewing in his hand and searched around him for a trashcan.

"You done with that?" Dahvie jokeingly asked. He plucked the gum from Jayys hand then said, "there's a trash can right by the changing room door, I'll throw it away for you, I've got to put one last bit of hairspray in..." He then leaned closer and whispered in Jayys ear, "oh and loosen your belt, for you know ummm" Dahvie winked before walking away.

Jayy did as he was told and five minutes later him and Dahvie were on stage singing their hearts out. Well... or their penises out of you thought of it that way.

Since it was there Bad Blood tour, it only made sense that they poured extra fake blood on the audience. They finished up with the song "call me your master," kissed, then exited the stage.

From there Dahvie and Jayy went off to meet some of their fans. Jayy loves this part too. He gave a couple autographs, took a few pictures, laughed at Dahvies weirdoness, and smoked a blunt. Then he saw him. Standing in a more isolated part of the crowd was a boy who looked about Jayys age, with bleach blonde hair and dark brown eyes... Jayy stood there starring at him in aww. The girl that he was talking to at the moment noticed that Jayy was starring and said," go talk to him."

Jayy blushed. "nah, I don't want you not to get the chance to talk to me for my sake of talking to a guy that would be rude...."

The girl rolled her eyes. "go! Your attention is on h anyways what difference does it make?"

Jayy gave a quizzical look.

"look," the girl said placing a hand on Jayys shoulder, "you go over and talk to that boy, or I'll Bring him over here and tell him that he makes your pants bulge."

Jayy quickly glanced down. "you Lying bitch." He smirked. "fine, I'll talk to him."

Jayy inhaled then nervously walked over to the boy. When he was standing beside him, he glanced.back at the girl he was talking to. She gave him an encouraging wave.

"hey," the boy said smileing at Jayy. "what's up?"

"uhh..." Jayy said. (he's never been good with talking to cute people) "I've just wanted to say, you make my pants bulge." He turned bright red.

"what?!??!" The boy said about to burst into laughter.

"I mean your cute!!!" Jayy stammered. "my pants are certainly not bulgeing! Im just going to leave now..." He started to walk away blushing like crazy from embarrassment.

"wait!" The boy grabbed him from behind. Jayy turned around and put his mouth to Jayys ear and whispered, "what if I told you you make my pants bulge?"

Jayy giggled. He didn't know what else to say besides, "Im Jayy by the way."

The boy smiled at him sexily. "of course, and I'm rocket.,"