I've Made a Mess of Me

[des]

Gideon awoke that morning with a pounding head and a very bad attitude. If there was one thing he hated most, that was waking up before he had to. He also hated hangovers, but thank the heavens this one was only a mild one. He lay flat on his stomach, tucked away in his bunk on the bus. His bunk was on the right side. It was a bottom bunk. The curtains were shut, making the area darker even though the sunlight filtered brightly through the entire bus. Everything was quiet, which made him tense up. His bandmates had probably left for the day and he was left alone as usual. He didn't want to open his eyes. His face was buried in the pillow, his arms tucked beneath it.

He kept his eyes shut tightly, hoping to get another hour of sleep in before he had to get up and get ready for the show. He laid there with his eyes shut for about five minutes. A frustrated growl reverberated from the Finnish male's chest as no sleep came to him. He lifted his head and glared at the wall in front of him. He cursed softly in his native language, sitting up on his knees. He ran a pale hand through his coal black and white blotched hair. HIs icy blue eyes looked around before he ripped the curtains open. He was greeted by blinding sunlight, which made his hangover only slightly worse. Looks like he wouldn't be sleeping off this hangover.

He threw the blanket off his long legs. The blanket had been resting on his lower back, causing a small chill to come to his skin. He threw his legs off the bunk and pushed off ao he stood upright. He wandered into the kitchen area and opened a cabinet. He took some aspirin and put the glass and medicine bottle away. He then laid down on the couch, waiting for the pain killers to kick in. He looked around, then got restless. He got up and went to the bunk area. He tugged on a faded black DC shirt and slipped on his shoes. He had only been in only a pair of faded light blue jeans. He fixed his hair so it looked semi-decent and then left the bus.

He stood outside, wondering where to go and where his bandmates were at. He sighed and leaned back against the bus. He watched as a few groups of teens that had managed to sneak their way toward the busses. He rolled his eyes and looked up at the sky, watching birds and clouds. His hangover was beginning to lighten up and he sighed in relief. He tucked his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He caught a group of girls walking by and managed to wink at them. He smirked as they giggled and talked amongst themselves and moved on. He loved fans, they were always interesting to watch. Especially when they were around a band they liked.

He sighed and looked back at the sky. Where the hell were his band mates. He hated being alone.

tag;; Marco
word count;; 521
muse;; decent
outfit;; Here(Minus the hat)[/size]

[marco]

 

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The smoke floated from the boys mouth as he sighed out, his eyes shut as he rolled his head, listening to the sound of snapping bones, and he tensed up. His body relaxed when it realized how nice it felt to finally loosen up some. The cigarette inbetween his long bony fingers was burning away every second, the bud allowing the tiny flame burn it away. 
Marco flicked the cancer stick away, watching as it sored through air, and land on pavement. His bright blue eyes scanned the large lot, people walking around, a soft murmur that was barely audible from where he stood. They were preparing for that nights show, and Marco planned on making it quite spectacular. He found it was far more amusing if you really give your viewers a show, plus, it'd really get him going. There was something about a roaring crowd that made Marco happy with his shows. But he had his habbits of using sexual content to keep his fans focus. Plus it was amusing. 
Marco stood on the stage, listening as the people did soundcheck. He held the microphone in his hands, having offered to help. " Cheeeck " he sang, as he kicked the stage with the tip of his toe to keep his mind distracted from how bored he was. He watched as a man standing near by gave a thumbs up and asked him to do it again. Marco brought the mic to his mouth, he could feel the cold of the tip of the mic against his lips. The best feeling in the world. He began to do beat-boxing noises, someone near by over hearing and giggled, and Marco laughed against the mic.
When Marco was given another thumbs up, and an 'alright, that's all!' he hopped of the stage, the feeling he got when he landed make his knees go weak, and he frowned, falling to his knees. He glanced around, hiding his embarassement by laughing to himself. He made his way away from the lot, the sunlight beating down on him like a drum, and he ran his fingers through his bleached hair, hints of sweat in it. His tall, scrawny body was hidden underneath a colored band wife beater, and a pair of black skinnies that were either one or two sizes too big. 
Marco wandered off, trying hard to ignore the strong scent of concert food as everyone began to cook for the shows, his eyes glued to the stands, and it took walking around a corner, and them going out of sight, to get his eyes off them. Marco swore he could eat and eat and eat, and sure he'd probably gain weight, but with all the moving he did, he never seemed to gain anything.
Marco wandered off towards the buses, taking out another cigarette and lighting it. He had been up for quite awhile, his body wasn't able to stand staying still in te bed for too long. He disliked sleeping, it was such a waste of time, and he always had hated it. He only ever really slept four to six hours, and he was fine with that. His body just went and went and went, like an energizer bunny. 
Marco was headed for the door, until he spotted Gid, leaning up against the bus. Marco had to admit, the boy was attractive. And the way he'd get angry sometimes and curse in that language he spoke - it was German or something, Marco could never remember -  and it just added on to how sexy it made him. But Marco only had sexual feelings towards him, Marco wasn't much for love. Plus, Gid was his bud, and you don't mess with buds, it just wasn't right. 
Taking a drag, Marco walked over, blowing the smoke in his direction to catch his attention. He grinned, leaning against the bus beside him. " Heeey sexy, " he teased, eyes scanning him. The way he carried himself was hot, and Marco wouldn't mind smacking that. He chuckled to himself, pulling his eyes away from the Finnish boy.

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WORD COUNT: 678
STATUS: Done!
SONG: Same Stars - Mat Musto
NOTES: Lololol Marco's such a horny turd XD

 

[des]

Gideon let out a long, heavy sigh. He was starting to grow bored. His icy gaze turned to the stage which was not too far away from the busses. He listened as bands did soundcheck and then heard the unmistakable voice of his bandmate, Marco. He shook his head and frowned, knowing he should've been more productive in the band. He kind of was, if interacting with fans counted. Keyword 'interacting'. Gideon had a bad habit of bringing fans on the bus and doing some 'things' with them, then kicking them off the bus. He had to keep his reputation up somehow. He turned his gaze from the stage and looked over everything. The tents, the people, the food stands. It was at that moment that his stomach decided to speak up.

He placed a hand over his stomach and glared at it. He looked up at the food tents and debating going over and getting something to eat. He pondered this for a moment, then was drug out of his thoughts as a puff of smoke appeared in his face. Gideon wrinkled his nose and waved it away with his hand. This was followed by 'Heeey sexy.' An amused smirk pulled at his thin, pale lips. His gaze lifted and locked on none other than Marco Dinzel. He shook his two-toned bangs from his eyes and looked his bandmate over. Gideon was friends with all of his bandmates, though he hardly knew the drummer. Marco was the only one he could really say he was close to.

Back at you, Gorgeous." He replied in his usual deep, low heavily accented voice. Through all the years he's been in America, he never lost his Finnish accent. He would like to keep it that way as well. Gideon watched as the blonde leaned against the bus beside him. He looked up at the bus, scanning the band logo that was printed on the side. Could that name be any more ironic. The band was called Mess of Me and pretty much the entire band had something wrong with them. Well nothing drastic just a bunch of party animals and possible sex addicts. He smirked and looked back at Marco. How long have I been out? Where is everyone?" He asked, knowing the answer to one question.

His bandmates were probably doing what Marco did, go hang out and leave him sleep in. Gideon loved sleeping, but sometimes this caused him to be late since it took him almost half and hour to actually get up. Especially after partying. He was getting better at getting up earlier like he should. He felt bad for weighing his band mates down. He shrugged it off. "I wish I could that energetic." He mused, glancing toward Marco, then out toward the other busses. Gideon was a pretty laidback guy, though he did have anger issues sometimes. That's only when he was ever active, aside from when he was flirting and getting women. He really needed to perk up, he was pretty much the least energetic of the band.

Though on stage he did get a little crazy. That was one of the only times he ever actually showed an emotion other than anger and boredom. He obviosuly he had some work to do when it came to his personality.

tag;; Marco
word count;; 553
muse;; decent[/size]

[marco]

 

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Marco let a chuckle out when he heard the other boy speak. He was amazed by other languages, the way they had that sound to their voice. Gid's accent was still there, and Marco wouldn't mind standing around listening to it. The weirdest things entertained the boy. His mind would drift off into thought, and he swore sometimes he could be there all day. But accents were just cool, not to mention sexy, the way some letters would roll on the tip of the speakers tongue, or the way they'd exagerate the letters, or the way their voices sounded when they're angry.
" What you up to? Just getting up? " Marco asked, pushing himself from the band's bus. He approched a rock that laid motionless on the ground, kicking it and watched as the rock rolled away. Marco was fighting the urge to jog over and continuously kick the rock to the point where either he had to go, or until he lost it. But for now, he had to stay a put, his mind had to focus on Gid. Marco's eyes stared longingly towards the rock, half of him screaming and pleading for him to go and kick the rock, just one more time, but the other half begged him to stay there, away from the rock. He sighed, eyes lowering to his cigarette, then looking at his bandmate.
" Everyone's off. " he gestured his hand in a waving motion, and shrugged. He had no idea where everyone was, probably helping set up, but he never paid attention. He was always in his own world, worrying about what he was going to do, somedays, and today was one of those days. This morning he had woken up, and straight away ventured off to find something to distract him. He ended up bumping into the technicians, bothering them by asking them loads of questions about all the electricity that went into the shows. Most of them left him with a grunt or a shrug, and then you'd get the odd one who'd answer in an impatient tone of voice. It wasn't until he bumped into the sound check guy - a name he repeatedly used on the guy because he didn't bother asking him what his real name was - and the man offered to let Marco help out since he seemed bored. " They're probably off, and up to no good. " 
Marco grinned, thinking about the band's ways. Sex, drugs and parties. Ahh, the sex was good, the drugs were mind blowing, and the parties, well, they were splended. It was pretty much a routine for Marco. After a show, he'd shower up, and head out to find something to do. In the end he'd wind up at some party, crash it, then he'd get into the funky stuff. He'd be high, then start flirting with whoever or whatever moved and bam, he was entertained for the night. The fans were great, really. They were very cooperative and let him do as he pleased. Although most fans who attempted to approach him were under age, the one thing he would no do, and old people. There was something wrong about someone using their stardom as a way to get teenagers to love them. It was sick. 
" I'm a lazy ass, " Marco grinned. He knew very well he wasn't. He moved more then a two year old in a day care did. But how could you stand still when there was so much going on? In Marco's mind, he had to do everything. He'd multitask if he had to. He just loved being busy, even though his mind would never stay on one thing. He'd end up getting up and leaving whatever he was doing within the matter of seconds of starting. 
Marco walked back over, inhaling smoke, and exhaling it through his nose as he stood beside Gideon once again. " D'you dream about me? " he laughed, letting the cigarette sit in between his lips.

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WORD COUNT: 668
STATUS: Done!
SONG: Same Stars - Mat Musto
NOTES (:

 

[des]

Gideon stayed quiet, taking in everything that Marco said. His gaze rested on the boy, lazily following him back and forth. He wished he had the energy that Marco had. Everyone was up at the crack of dawn, even after partying so heavily. Yet he remained in the bus and had to be woken up before he was late for a show. He sighed and looked up at the sky, watching the clouds form shapes. His vision was slightly blurred, but had been clearing up as he woke up more. He glanced back at Marco and smiles softly. "I see. How can you guys party so hard and be up so early? Whatever you guys are taking, throw some my way." He joked, laughing softly. He was aware of the fact that Marco suffered from ADD or was it ADHD, it was one of the two. He could stand and watch him go back and forth for hours.

He glanced back at the bus, tracing the door with his eyes. He sighed heavily and jumped at Marco's sudden question. He frowned and waved away the smoke that always floated his way when Marco smoked near him. "Do I dream about you?" Gideon was puzzled by the question. He drew his eyebrows together, wondering what caused such a question to come up. He thought it over, trying to remember bits and pieces of the dreams he had over night and through the morning. Gideon could never remember what he dreamed about or if he dreamed at all. Usually his subconcious formed a dream around whatever he heard around him. He blinked, remembering he was half awake for a few seconds as his band mates moved around and got ready for the day.

"As a matter of fact I did dream about you. And Lucas and the rest of the guys." Gideon replied an amused smirk. He wasn't going to go into any detail, just to see how the blonde would react. He looked away, thinking to himself. He had lifted his hand and played with one of his lip rings. He debated on taking one out since the snakebites felt like it was too much. He had enough metal to deal with. He looked to Marco, wondering if he should ask his opinion on it, but he dropped it and moved to play with his hair. He tugged at one of the longer strands that framed his face. Then it occurred to him that he hadn't taken his medication yet. He mentally shrugged it off, thinking he'd be fine as long as nothing or no one irritated him. For the most part he was alright. He'll just have to see what happens.

tag;; Marco
word count;; 449
muse;; decent[/size]

[marco]

Marco/Gid

 

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Marco never enjoyed waking people up in the mornings. If the person woke up moody or snappy, he didn't like that they'd blame it all on him. So, he left Gideon sleep in in the mornings. He wouldn't stop anyone else from doing it, but he made sure he stayed clear of it. Plus, it wasn't so smart to mess with people who had a hangover, you never knew how they'd react. But Marco was no problem getting up. If anything, he was the first one up. The sun just rising, and he'd be putting toast in the toaster, and fully dressed, and his morning boner would be gone. All before anyone else got up. " Well, we all know how I don't like to sleep. The others, on the other hand, I have no clue. "
Marco kept his light blue eyes on Gid, taking his cigarette and flicking it away. In which direction it landed, he had no clue. By the time he went to look at the cigarette on the ground, it was blended in with the rest of the cigarettes that lay on the cement. Marco had a nasty smoking habbit, and he wouldn't be surprised if the majority of those buds were his. He smiled at Gid when he replied. " Yeah, did you dream about sexy ol' me? " he giggled, letting his eyes go over the boy again. Marco couldn't deny Gid was in a few of his dreams, but how could you not dream of someone when you saw them every day? Of course he was going to dream of him. 
When Gid mentioned that he had in fact dreamt about Marco, he grinned, but when he mentioned Lucas as well, it widened. " You dreamt of both of us, huh? Dirty. " Marco laughed. Lucas was an alright guy, the two got along, maybe not all of the time, since Marco believed Lucas often got annoyed of him because of how hyper and talkative he was. But the thought of Gideon dreaming of them both made him chuckle. Ahh Gideon, he cracked Marco up.
But Marco had quite the dirty mind. Well, not really dirty, he was just into everything to do with sex, drugs or money. It was as if his mind had an automatic click to that. He didn't mind, and if anyone else did, he didn't care. He loved showing what he thought to the world, to the people, even. It was who he was, it was a part of his image.

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WORD COUNT: 420
STATUS: Done!
SONG: Same Stars - Mat Musto
NOTES (:

 

[des]

Gideon nodded as Marco explained where everyone was. He knew they had gotten up early and left to do whatever. He smiled, as marco said it was obvious that he hated to sleep. Gideon was quite the opposite. He loved sleeping. But sometimes he tended to sleep a day away and that irritated him. He only wanted to sleep in a little and then wake up only a few minutes after his bandmates. But that usually didn't happen, like today. He sighed, deciding to try to remedy it by forcing himself to get up with his bandmates. He didn't want to feel like dead weight.

Gideon couldn't help but laugh at Marco's reaction. He knew of the boy had a dirty mind and was used to it. Considering what kind of band he was in, so he always purposely walked into these things for laughs. He may not completely understand Americans, but he had a pretty good idea of how they usually acted. Turns out Finland and America were not as different as he thought. Though they did have a shorter winter and a lot more warm weather, which slightly irritated him. He smirked at Marco, looking down. "You would think that was dirty. Though really it wasn't. I tend to dream about whatever I hear. It was only a normal dream. Sorry to burst your bubbles as they say." He replied, feeling kind of band for ruining the fun.

He could've gone on with him thinking it was a dirty dream. But he had to set him straight. But since Gid was bisexual, he did have a few dirty dreams. But what guy doesn't. But his didn't always involve women. But he'd rather let Marco think what he wanted. Gideon wasn't exactly the innocent foreign man that he let everyone on to believe. But he left his secrets, secrets and let everyone believe what they wanted to believe. Gideon hadn't really spoken to the other two guys in the band. He really didn't have to speak to Lucas to know that he didn't like him. Sure he liked all of his bandmates, but since Roxy had started showing interest in Lucas, Gideon started putting a distance between him and the drummer.

Gideon wasn't sure why he felt such jealousy and hatred toward the man. He wasn't sure why he was suddenly feeling so deeply toward someone. He never treated someone like that before. He felt like he was getting in too deep. He shook it off and focused on Marco. He didn't want to face the stress now and end up lashing out without warning. He took a deep breath to keep calm. He glanced toward the bus, debating whether now would be a good time to get his medication. He pushed it off agaim and kept his focus on Marco, hoping he'd keep him in line. He wasn't sure if his bandmates knew of his disorder. They knew he had anger issues, but they probably didn't know the deeper cause.

He always looked to Marco, since he was the closest friend to him in the band itself. He frowned at his thoughts, trying to stay calm. He didn't want to hurt anyone or himself. He let out a heavy sigh and pushed the thoughts away. He needed to get his mind off of everything. "We should go do something." He announced, catching sight of a few fans making their way toward the busses. He was not ready to deal with them until later. "I don't feel like standing around here anymore. Can we go get something eat or something. I'm hungry." he fixed his icy gaze on the food stands only a few feet away. His stomach made a low rumble. Maybe food could keep his mind off of everything. He was ready to deal with the stress just yet.

tag;; Marco
word count;; 640
muse;; decent[/size]

[gage]

Naturally, Gage had been at the party last night. Naturally, he didn't get involved with any alcohol, just a sip of wine. And naturally, he was not hung over. Checking his phone, he glanced at the time, five thirty in the morning. He could never sleep past that, even with a hangover. That time was drilled into him through his many years of staying with hi family. This always happened. Gage woke up, threw on something random that looked good and made sure the rest of the guys and girls were asleep. Then, he'd simply walk out the bus door and go wander about town, at six in the morning.

He passed by the food stand and waved to the few people who chose to set up so early. Strangely enough, he felt like eating eggs today. He had to make them a certain way, or else it wouldn't taste right. It was just eggs that he was so picky about. Gage walked down this street, across that one, turned right on the other one, and voila! The grocery store. Walking in, he started towards the dairy aisles. Wait... no, that's the deli. Turning around, he started down the dairy aisles, for real.

Gage examined each box of eggs carefully before choosing an "Eggland's Best" egg carton. He carried the eggs to the cashier, who gave him an odd flirtatious smile. He shot her a dazzling grin and with a small wink, he paid and left the grocery store. Checking his phone, he noticed that it was nearly seven. Surprised, he walked to the bus, slipped the eggs into the mini-fridge and out he was, again.

Half-way to the music store, he was confronted by a mini-mob. AT SEVEN O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING! Sweet Jesus! The nerve of some people. Shaking his head at the various papers and pens being shoved at him, he simply replied with a few 'I'm Sorry' 's and a nod. Oh, and lookie that! He was gone.

This time, he jogged to the park and sat down on a bench. The same mob, only bigger, was nearby. Once he spotted them, Gage started walking the opposite direction. Checking his phone once again, he saw that yet another hour had passed. He walked to the beach, which was on the other side of the town. Once he got there, he stood by the ocean, and sighed.

What's more to do, than beatbox? Pah-rum-rum ttttttst. Psh-pa-thum... His mind wandered and random old lyrics hopped into his head. Lyrics from previous songs, from other songs and from his own thoughts. Nothing really was new, just different. Different beats, notes and tunes followed and strung themselves onto the words. Each word had its own melody and harmony and with each word came a new one. Soon enough, he had thought up a new song. It was completely random and made nearly no sense, but it was a new song. Smiling to himself, he wiped the failure out of his mind and started fresh, jumbling words and ideas together.

At this point, he was feeling a bit hungry. Gage had eaten a granola bar that morning, but it was on his way to the store. He could make eggs the next day, if the guys weren't hung over. The sizzling on the skillet normally ticked them off and woke them up. None of them liked to be woken up any time near seven, with or without a hangover. Still, Gage wanted to eat eggs. Oh well, they wouldn't stay mad at them for ever.

His hand reached into his pocket and his fingers wrapped around his phone. Glancing at it, he realized he had taken more time that usual on wandering around. It was already ten. Gage slowly made his way back to the entrance of the beach and he started to walk back to the buses, rather quickly if you might ask.

You know, he hated his eyes. Well, not the eyes themselves, but the colour of them. They were probably the strangest eyes. One was brown, a smooth chocolate brown, but the other was a piercing green. He hated it. Gage didn't like standing out all that much, on stage was o's thisne thing, but just about and around... He hated being stared at. That's what he got all the time as a kid. Rubbing the back of his neck, he kept on going towards the buses.

Part way there, that mob saw him and started running. Oh, well... Crap. Before he got trampled, he started sprinting towards the buses. "Crap, crap, crap crap crap, Shit! Crap...." He grumbled under his breath as he ran. Gage checked behind him every few paces just to see how far behind they were. With a quick turn into a street and a sprint down a back road.

Once he got to the busses, he didn't stop running. There were two figures next to the Mess of Me bus, but he didn't stop to look and see who they were. Gage skidded to a stop next to Gideon and Marco.

"Hey... Gid.... Marco.... 'sup...?" He huffed, leaning against the bus for support. Taking slow breaths, he tried to prevent an asthma attack. After being diagnosed with asthma, Gage had an inhaler. However, he never really used it and now, he was paying for it. After a few minutes, he was under control and he shook his head a little bit. Brushing a few strands of hair out of his eyes, he nodded to each of the guys.

TAGS:: marco&&gideon
MUSE::pretty good
WORD COUNT::914 (without code)
NOTES::Sorry for the rambling xD