Positive Affirmations
By: Riley
Summary – Jett has to remind himself, every day, that he is a good actor, he had a good life, and things are fine. Short one-shot.
"I'm home!" Jett Stetson called, closing the front door behind him.
Jett stepped into the modest mansion, which resembled more of a big Cape Cod style house. He carefully pulled off his shoes and left them by the door, noticing a pair of high heels there as well as a set of keys on the table by the door. His mother was home. He made sure to walk through the house as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake her up.
Jett walked into the living room and smiled as he walked over to the armchair that was sitting in front of the TV. The TV was on to a black and white movie, but the sound was low. Jett walked over to the chair and placed a hand on the older man that was sitting there. He sat silently, staring at the TV, his hands in his lap, his lap covered by a folded blanket. He was sitting in a robe and pajamas, his feet covered by slippers. The man didn't seem to notice when Jett had come into the room. His chest rose and fell as he breathed, but otherwise, the room was pretty quiet.
"Hey Grandpa, how was your day today?" Jett asked. He grabbed the bottle of lotion that was sitting on the small table next to his grandfather and opened it. He put some lotion in his hands and rubbed them together before gently starting to work them into his grandfather's. "Mine was ok. I had to re-do a lot of the scenes at work today. Jo came back to the show, so she was trying to get used to our style of work again." He shrugged. "Otherwise, things went smoothly. But there was this guy at the PalmWoods who was cheating on this girl there named Lucy, and my friends Kendall, James, and I ran around all day, trying to catch him in the act." Jett chuckled to himself. "It was actually kind of fun."
Jett dropped his grandfather's hand and then picked up the other one, repeating the action. When he finished, his grandfather lifted his hand and placed it on Jett's head, lightly rubbing it. His eyes moved from the TV and over to Jett's. He didn't smile or make a sound, but he looked right at his grandson and rubbed his hair. His gaze then moved back to the TV and his hands dropped to his lap. Jett smiled and stood up straight.
"I'll get your dinner started," he said and left the living room. But he couldn't help but get overtaken by the feeling of loneliness that he usually got when he was in the house. He just did the same thing he always did when he felt lonely. He told himself that things were fine.
You're a good actor, you have a good life, and things are fine.
THE END
A/N: Yay! My first Jett one-short or story or anything in general. Ahem, so I figured that, just like most people do, if Jett has a big ego about himself, there must be something going on at home that is contradicting that, so here you go.
It's not like most ideas where it's abuse or neglect or anything, I figured that I'd do something that's simple. Jett takes care of his grandfather, his mother works at night and sleeps during the day, thus making him lonely. Plus, I thought it would make more sense that he had a modest home life and puts most of his money in a bank account and doesn't spend much. His arrogant attitude and self-entitlement is just for show. Also, I believe that Jett sees BTR as his friends deep, deep, deep, deep down.
I hope you guys liked it.
Cheers,
-Riles
