(this is a part from davids book camp David (which I think everybody should get, fr, its really good and I loved it) and I just thought of writing it in Simons perspective and ofcourse throwing a lot of smuttiness in it lmao, its very ooc and honestly very badly written sheesh, yeah its, seriously not well written and just- lmao sorry for this crap)
Simons POV
I stared down at the piece of paper. The introduction line was 'Wake up, Granny, Its Robson and Jerome,'.
Who the bloody hell thought that was a good line? I scoffed in annoyance and asked a nearby person who the writer was. He pointed over to a tall man.
I thanked the guy and walked over to him. I had to admit he was fairly attractive. I shook off my thoughts and looked up at him. "Are you the writer?" I asked him, staring at him, absentmindedly taking in how handsome he really looked.
I noticed his eyes widening a bit, before warily replying "Yes"
"So youre the problem" I reprimanded, not just for this line but for bloody making me think this way.
He looked surprised, I sighed silently and asked him to follow me. He fidgeted a bit and stood in place, staring at me for a moment. "Who are you?" He finally said, I looked at him annoyed. "Robson and Jerome are my act"
That seemed to work for him as he sighed and followed me towards a corner of the stage.
"Sit down", and surprisingly he did. How obediant. I bit the inside of my cheek. this had to stop, I need to get this over with.
"Look, these guys have had the biggest selling single of the year; they have the biggest selling album of the year" I said, and unexpectedly he just bit out a "so?"
More problematic than I thought, and more handsome. "So you cant say that about them" I fished out a cigarette and lit it. Hoping he'd damn get the hint and change it already.
"I dont think you can smoke in here" was what he said instead. I almost wanted to smile at that, but just replied with "I think youll find I can do whatever I like" and if we dont get this over with and you keep sitting there I'll have to drag you somewhere, and not to talk bussiness.
There was a bit of a pause, me staring at him, studying him and rather enjoying the view, him probably trying to figure out what the hell was happening.
"Look, whats the problem? Grannies do like them," Once again I almost wanted to smile. Why is this guy so endearing to me. But I seriously had to get this fixed.
"Grannies like them, kids like them, everyone likes them" and ofcourse his response was a rather proud "I dont like them"
"Well, you are in a minority of one. Why cant Andi say 'Here with the biggest-selling single of the year are the fabulously talented Robson and Jerome'" I tried, kind of hoping to get a reaction out of him.
"Because that wouldnt be funny" goddamnit why cant you just stop protesting. "And you think what you have written is funny?" I had to admit it wasnt the absolute utter worst, but I do need him to change it.
He crumbled slightly, seeming a bit selfconcious as he responded "Yes.. Ish" but he fixed himself up as he then finished off with "I dont want to change the script"
I really have to go harder to get him to bloody comply. "If you dont change it I am pulling Robson and Jerome from the show"
"But-" He replied slightly aggravated. "This conversation is over" much as I want to keep talking to your pretty face-. I had to stop thinking like this, what the bloody hell was happening.
I put the cigarette out on the floor and walked off. I hear somebody tell him he wasnt allowed to smoke here.
"It wasnt me!"
I smiled.
