Rock my world (Private, between ABb0y and myself)

[Tritium]

"My name is Ivan" the young man responded, completely unaffected by discovering the man's identity. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be heading to the reception."

[Luvtehyaoi]

"Right... See you." Steve replied, nodding.

[Tritium]

"Jerk" Ivan thought, as he closed the door behind him, going back the way he came. That was the last time he'd ever go to that man's concerts. Some artist! Just because some idiots scream and faint and throw themselves at his feet, he feels extremely important. That birthday present from his friend turned out to be one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.
"It's always nice to meet a fan..." The man's words kept echoing in his ears, as he quietly walked down the stairs. "If you're so happy to meet them, perhaps you should learn to be a little more nice to people."

[Luvtehyaoi]

Steve shrugged, and lay back on the bed. "What was that guy's problem?" He muttered.

[Tritium]

After sorting out the misunderstanding with the desk clerk, Ivan was given the key to a new room, a vacant one this time. Furthermore, he received a 25% discount, for the entire duration of his stay there, as apologies for the mix up. That meant he'd have more money, not that he'd go off and spend it like a lunatic in a mad shopping spree.

His new room was at the first floor, and had the number 102, which meant it was just below 202, that intollerable man’s room. Well, he’d have to put up with it. There wasn’t much he could do about it. Anyway, meeting him, had left him with a rather bad after taste, and he wasn’t planning on repeating the experience any time soon.

“I’m so tired, he yawned, lazily locking his door, and dragging his feet to the bed. It was so soft and comfortable, and everything seemed to smell like roses. He loved those flowers, but he was ashamed to admit it in front of others. “Ah, I’m practically worn out. I’d have a mind to sleep in my clothes.”

[Luvtehyaoi]

Steve sighed and looked up at the ceiling. He wondered if he would ever meet the person for him. He never really liked girls, despite his rock star demeanor. Mostly, it was a facade to conceal the fact he was really sweet and sensitive, or as his bandmate Cole would put it "Soft as shite."

[Tritium]

It was morning when Ivan woke up, from the sound of birds, singing under his window. The sun was up and shining so brightly that he had do blink a few times to get used to the luminosity level. He'd fallen asleep only moments after throwing himself into his comfortable bed.

[Luvtehyaoi]

"'Sup?" Steve said, greeting the other members of his band in the hall for rehearsals.

They cranked up the volume, and began to rehearse.