XXX──── 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 ──────────── ( ✰ )
xx𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 ─ 20, vocalist/producer 𝐋𝐎𝐂 ─ in search of a kitchen 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ─ jaidyn 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ─ jaidyn
xx𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 ─ 20, vocalist/producer 𝐋𝐎𝐂 ─ in search of a kitchen 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ─ jaidyn 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ─ jaidyn
- xxxxxAt the rejection to the helping hand he was offering, Gray could only nod his head solemnly. To be fair, it wasn't a likely situation for his help to be accepted. he was some random stranger to this guy, offering to give him a hand with clothes? who was he even kidding. but at the thought of sharing a cup of coffee with this kid, grayson davenport seemed to light up.
xxxxx"a coffee?! sure, i think we can find coffee somewhere. maybe one of the staff might order them especially made for us," gray offered, with a little boyish laugh and a smile. he turned away from gray and gave him space, standing back up on the sidewalk while jade was on the asphalt. gray didn't want to be too up in his grill, so some space would suffice. he could understand why this boy needed a coffee, with bags beneath his eyes and the signature look of tiredness that's easy to diagnose on any person's face. the wind blew lightly against his shirt, causing a chill to rise upon gray. "i'm grayson davenport, by the way. it's nice to meet you."
xxxxxthe boy waited patiently for the other to get his suitcases and send off the car, but once they both had all that they needed, grayson led the way up to the front where staff were letting countless numbers of others in. some stopped at the door, and with a big white flash, gray could understand why they were stopping. signature polaroids, classic. probably to be made into photocards in the foreseeable future. gray loved the way he looked under that flash of the polaroid, the careless and strewn way he looked and the lazed, flirty faces he would pose for. he knew they were well loved, by past lovers and fans alike. grayson leaned into one of the staff handing out id's, asking what would be the best way to get a coffee around here. he was informed that there was a kitchen where they could make their own, but it was not permitted that they venture deep into the house with a challenge for the housemates to complete to see who would get their first advantage in the game.
xxxxxgrayson stopped, taking his polaroid and signing his name off on the white part with a sharpie. he then noticed the people sitting in the entryway, waiting patiently for the games to begin. grayson was sure that he wasn't going to be one of those people. he and jaidyn would be late to the first contest, but their coffee would await. once jade was done taking his picture, grayson leaned in close to whisper, "there's a coffee maker in the kitchen. i'll lead the way, and we can take our stuff so no one touches it." gray suggested, pulling back to survey jade's face and place a careful grin on his own. there were no staff inside, the staff were instructing people to come inside, so nobody would notice if they slipped into a hall in search of the kitchen.
xxxxxwith another backwards glance to jaidyn elks, grayson turned and rolled his luggage out into an empty hallway, hoping that with the promise of coffee, he could befriend this kid.
XXX──── 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐄 ──────────── ( ❂ )
xx𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 ─ 20, songwriter/vocalist 𝐋𝐎𝐂 ─ dae1 entry room 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ─ dylan 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ─ dylan, gray, jaidyn
xx𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 ─ 20, songwriter/vocalist 𝐋𝐎𝐂 ─ dae1 entry room 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ─ dylan 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ─ dylan, gray, jaidyn
- xxxxxjulian's head turned up the moment he heard shoes coming through the entrance. a young woman, soon to be revealed as dylan, give her pose to the polaroid and then came down to sit. immediately, there was a different type of feeling within the room. it was tranquil when julian had entered, quiet and sacred in it's all white interior, but now it buzzed excitedly as a companion entered, and more followed suit right behind her.
xxxxxshe was quick to start speaking to him, and julian could feel that excited energy radiating right off of her, like the sun and it's rays. she was brilliant and beautiful, and julian's cheeks had a pink tinge to them within seconds, thinking that her excitedness was a cute expression on her.
xxxxx"i'm julian," he answered, interest oozing from his words like a sweet venom. she was honest, too, and honesty was always a quality he appreciated. she was quite ditzy, which threw him for a loop momentarily, but he would go on to blame it on the excitement that came with all the competition and meeting everyone. maybe julian was lucky that she was the first to approach him, that way he wouldn't be stuck in an awkward silence. "i'm nervous. but excited. not exactly excited like you, but more like i'm enjoying seeing the potential from everyone."
xxxxxas more and more people entered the room, inevitably filling it with rolling conversations similar to his own, he moved down onto the couch to be closer to dylan, that way they weren't yelling in order to converse. he seemed to relax despite the noise, engrossed in this conversation with the girl. "i'm a song writer," jules confided in her, gesturing loosely to the songbook he'd stash in his backpack for now. having it out in the open at a moment like this was dangerous, especially if meddling minds wanted to sabotage such an easy target like julian. "well, that's what i do mainly. i guess i'm not too bad at vocalism or dancing, considering i'm here." julian leaned forward, getting awfully close to dylan's ear. he was rather soft-spoken in comparison to his other counterparts, and a part of him was aware he may have unconsciously making slight moves in on dylan, but he could just blame it on the noise. "what about you? i'm gonna guess you've got an amazing voice and you're not half bad at dancing." sure, his opinion wasn't quite needed here, but it was a fun game to play, and not antagonizing in the least bits.
xxxxxjulian leaned back to offer dylan a smile, something soft but warm, as she had most of his attention, considering he was watching a pair of boys sneak away from the designated area already. what could they be up to? what was more important than this?
XXX──── 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐄 ──────────── ( ♛ )
xx𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 ─ 19, rapper/vocalist 𝐋𝐎𝐂 ─ outside dae1 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ─ cleo 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ─ cleo
xx𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 ─ 19, rapper/vocalist 𝐋𝐎𝐂 ─ outside dae1 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ─ cleo 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ─ cleo
- xxxxxbeing reunited with cleo was like the sun colliding with the moon. she was here, physical, hugging him desperately, and all roman could do was wrap his arms around her and press excited kisses into her hair. she smelled heavenly, in that perfume that he helped pick out, the one that made her smell like the goddess aphrodite herself. he couldn't imagine being without her again, and it hurt his heart that maybe, one day, they'd have to separate again... and again. but, trying his best, the rapper tightened his arms around his girlfriend for a moment before releasing her. he didn't want to smother her, but he definitely would later.
xxxxx"you stay here and look at what i got you. i'll grab your bags," roman grabbed the plush teddy bear and thrust it into her hands that way she wouldn't have a second thought. jogging lightly to retrieve her bags and then jogging to get back, roman placed her bags with his own against the bench and then enveloped cleo into another hug, but this time on his own accord. roman smooshed himself against her back, strong arms and hands wrapping around her waist as he and his mass of freshly red hair watched her reaction to the bear and the flower and the chocolates. his heart was being filled again, especially with all the touches he'd missed out on. "all for you, my love," he cooed into her ear, placing a soft kiss to her cheek.
xxxxxroman couldn't help the big smile on his face. he was too obsessed with her, half the time he couldn't even get the words out. but sometimes words weren't needed. roman layed his face gently on her shoulder, relaxing almost, and finding contentness in her being here. he'd missed her so much that he often listened to her live performances late at night. while he was on another continent, she stayed in america and had toured a little. she never failed a performance, and sometimes roman wondered if only he'd known the time difference so he could've watched them live, but those were her moments. he shouldn't even think about what his influence on her could be in those moments.