of course when you first med J.D. you didn't know how to react. So you just nodded along and smiled.

you were just a stage manager for the sweet melodys band. Jax and regatha, the whole lot of em.

but bittersweet melodys band members were a different breed. They had so weird rivalry with sweet melodys. It was weird. The sweetest one was J.D. calm guy. Nothing like Jax's tepremental ass.

you enjoyed his compliments about how well you did as a stage member. And enjoyed watching your occasional appearances in the media, mostly during interviews.

But recently, he's been showing up, complimenting you more. You swore you got a glare from Rebecca, the lead in bittersweet melodys, and J.D.s emo situationship.

Of course you decided sticking to your own lane, deciding for the best you should keep your distance so you dont get jumped by her.

You did your job and kept your eyes forward. It was some competition, large nationwide. You, of course, were doing your best to keep everyone in check. Mostly Jax, little shit almost said the wrong thing and almost got into a fight.

After dealing with the stress of the first day of the competition. Everyone was stuck in a large , very nice hotel. With all the amenities, ya know the whole nine.

everyone got their room partners. Stage managers got their own single rooms. Everyone was chill. But tonight, the gods chose to piss you off.

You heard a knock while you were unpacking for this week of hell.

You opened the door to see none other six foot J.D. in his pj's without his makeup and outfit. Which you were used to seeing him in his full shpeal.

"Sorry to bother you, uh- Rebecca got mad at me and kicked me out, and I was wondering if I could maybe come and hang out with you."

Of course you couldn't help but fall for his sweet nature. You let him in. Let him get comfy.

Now here you were, listen to him talk about his situationship with Rebecca, and he talked about her aggressive mean nature, but about how nice she was.

about how jealous she got if he even spoke to the wrong girl. Of course, you nodded, letting him speak. Holding one of his hands listening to let out years' worth of frustration.