Soo, this is a little threeshot I'm doing for xPlasticJaganx's birthday :) it's based off West Side Story, one of my favourite musicals. That and Chicago, which I'll also write something for sometime...but that's another story, literally XD so...just a prologue to kind of set the scene. The main pairing is Jagan, there just isn't any here. This story's ending is gonna be interesting, I guess. I really hope you all like it! Especially you Yuli! I love you! 3
"Come out with us!" Lucy pleaded. "Come on, you'll love it. It's our favourite club, we always have a blast there."
Kendall sighed, packing away the rest of his clothes into the dresser of his new bedroom. His apartment was small, but he liked it that way. Beggars couldn't be choosers, after all; the runaway son of two drunk and fucked up parents was hardly going to live in a fancy penthouse with three bathrooms and a fridge the size of a walk-in closet. "I just got here though," he sighed. "Literally. Can I not just relax?"
Lucy looked horrified. "No! If you wanted to relax you wouldn't have moved here! This is LA, you're here to party and have fun!"
"But not too much fun," blonde Jennifer added with a smirk, sitting on Kendall's bed. "There's only one thing a sexy California boy wants with some small town kid from Shakopee Minnesoata."
"Shut up," Kendall snapped. "I'm not a kid."
"Seventeen equals kid here, dearie," Lucy teased.
"I don't care! In Minnesota I'm legal." He couldn't help smirking. "Alright, you win, Lucy. I'll go to the damn Cave with you."
"It's Cavern!" Lucy corrected, looking horrified. "Get your facts straight!"
"Just pick something for me to wear, bitch," Kendall joked. "Like Jen said, I'm a small town kid. Never gone clubbing before."
Kendall had met Jennifer and Lucy at the drugstore down the street run by some guy named Gustavo Rocque. They immediately asked him where he was from, who he was, when he'd got there, etc. He hadn't been too worried about letting them come back to his apartment with him. It wasn't even that he was an overly trusting person. He just figured he didn't have much else to lose. Plus, there was something about that Georgia girl with the weird hair and the other bitchy blonde that he liked. They got along well.
That evening, Kendall was being dragged into the cave thing, his arm in Lucy's tight manicured grip. He had to admit, she did make him look hot. Though he hadn't worn these black jeans in a while; he'd forgotten how tight they were. Though everyone here seemed to have the same style; the tighter, the better.
"Come over here," Lucy said, pulling Kendall by the arm over to where blonde Jennifer was standing and chatting with a group of people who looked about their age. "Hey guys, meet Kendall!" She shoved him forward into the group, grinning. Kendall gave an awkward smile as they all stared at him. "Hi?"
"He's cute," a girl with curly hair commented to her equally glamorous brunette friend. "But a little pale."
"I'm sure we could fix that," the other girl grinned.
"Jennifer Brown and Jennifer Small," blonde Jennifer said to him, pointing to the two girls. "Don't take them seriously, I never do."
"Hey!"
"Anyways, who else?" Lucy looked over at a tall dark-haired boy standing with a small blonde girl, who smiled sweetly at him. "Dak and Jo. Dak's from Wisconsin and Jo's from North Carolina."
"And the Jennifers are all from New Jersey," Jo added, smiling and waving athim.
"Are all you people from out of state?" Kendall asked, looking at them all in slight bewilderment.
"Duh!" Dak rolled his eyes. "What do you expect?"
"Kendall." Lucy wrapped her arm around his shoulders. "On this street, you've got two gangs. The LA guys, and us. They don't like us. They think we should stay in our little towns with a population of less than 300. That's just how it is."
"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," Kendall deadpanned, sighing.
"Is it?" Lucy sighed. "You'll see, trust me."
"Well whatever their problem is with you, I'm sure it—"
A sudden hand on his shoulder stopped him, and he turned around. In front of him stood a tall brunette man, with a large bright smile, that was sort of a smirk more than anything. He winked at him. "Hey blondie. I've seen you around outside. You new to the town?"
"Yeah, I am," Kendall said slowly, not appreciating the way this guy's eyes wandered down his body slowly.
"Thought so. I figured I'd remember someone as sexy as you are."
"Excuse me?" Kendall scoffed, eyebrows raised.
"Piss off, Beau," Dak snapped, as Lucy took hold of Kendall's arm and pulled him back. He's not interested. Go back to your street whores."
"I would've thought I was looking at some right now." But Beau just smirked at Kendall again, before turning arund and walking away, towards a group of laughing teens Kendall could see at the other side of the club.
"That's who they are," blonde Jennifer scowled, pointing over. "And that guy in the middle? That's Carlos Garcia, their leader. They call themselves the Rush."
"The Rush?" Kendall frowned. "Like, adrenaline rush?"
"I have no idea. But anyway, now you see why we don't like them. They're all dipshits, and they have a gang trying to kick us out. We had to fight back."
"So you guys have a gang too?"
"Yeah. We're called the Wild."
Kendall sniggered, but then stopped. "Not like . . . Minnesota Wild?"
"Yeah, that's it! You from Minnesota?" Jo asked. Without waiting for an answer she added, "So is Jett, he's our leader."
"What about me?"
Kendall turned around, eyes widening slightly. Right behind him stood a taller man, grinning down at him. He had dark blonde hair and these amazing blue eyes that just drew him in. Plus he has a hot body. Those biceps were amazing . . .
"I'm Jett," sex-on-legs greeted, holding out his hand, Kendall responding slowly and shaking it. "And you are?"
"I'm Kendall," Kendall managed to get out. "I'm from Minnesota too . . . Lucy said that's where you're from . . ."
"No way! Another Wild fan! Finally!" Jett laughed delightedly and casually slung an arm around Kendall's shoulders. "You like hockey?"
"Yeah, I was a forward on my high school team . . ." Kendall stopped. "Well, until I left school and came here."
"It wasn't your thing?"
"No, my family wasn't my thing. But I don't have to see them anymore so . . ." Kendall shrugged, smiling idly.
"That's cool, I guess." Jett smiled at him again, before turning his attention to the rest of his 'gang'.
Kendall spent the night hanging around with this strange and of people and helping himself to a couple of drinks. Just a couple. Yup.
He gulped down the rest of his third drink and tossed the paper cup aside, before turning and crashing straight into a tall, hard body.
Kendall leaped backwards when he saw who it as. Beau, smirking at him again. What was new at this point? "What's the matter?" the asshole said, smirk widening. "Scared of me?"
Kendall gave an exasperated sigh. "No," he replied flatly.
"Then come dance."
No, Kendall wanted to snap at him. However, he'd just said he wasn't scared, and none of Lucy or her friends were near him, so he shrugged and replied, "Ok."
So they danced. But Kendall hated it.
The way Beau moved in on him was seriously starting to make him uncomfortable. It wasn't like slow dancing, the tall brunette wasn't trying to hold him; but he kept moving right in towards him, forcing him to back up a few steps. He didn't want Beau's swinging hips to make contact with him, ever. His eyes moved to where Lucy and some random guy were dancing together, Lucy in her tight little black and red dress. Their bodies kept brushing together and they both liked it. Kendall couldn't help envying them just a little; at least they were happy.
"Hey, baby! Pay attention!"
Kendall's eyes darted back to Beau, who was closing in again, even closer than before. Kendall quickly stepped back and collided with a woman in a miniscule skirt and a baggy dress shirt that obviously wasn't hers. "Sorry," he muttered, though it went unheard over the throbbing music. "Look, Beau, I'm kind of tired—"
"So sit down and rest."
Beau was backing him farther into the space below and slightly behind the stage. Kendall tripped over a cable, heart pounding. He did not want to keep walking backwards like this. "Um, I think I just want something to drink. Do you want something?" It was strange how his voice sounded so calm, because he was suddenly really worried.
They were in an isolated spot here, where the music was the loudest. No one could see them, and it was pretty much a given that no one could hear them either. It was smoky and humid and small, and it felt like a trap.
"Yeah, I guess I'm a little thirsty," Beau replied, but he was blocking the way out, his blue eyes gleaming menacingly. He rested against the stage, level with Kendall's shoulder. "Not like that, though. You know, they've all been saying in my gang how they think you're easy. That you're just another little cock slut who just struts around acting like you're a challenge, like the rest of them invaders."
Despite the fact that Beau was obviously taking this in a different direction, Kendall swallowed and said, "They say that?"
"Uh huh. All of them. All wondering who'll get in your pants first. Too bad they ain't gonna, right?" Licking his lips, he stepped a little closer. "So, are you gonna make this easy, or what?"
Kendall stared at him with wide eyes. God, I really hate you. But he wondered if what he had said was true. Were they calling him a slut? Why did he even care? Maybe it was just because he hadn't even spoken to these people, or even seen them properly. And yet here they were, saying these things. Maybe Lucy was right after all. Then he realised that Beau was reaching for him with restless hands. For a second Kendall was overcome with panic. But he quickly pushed it away. Ok, keep calm. Just let him get behind you.
A part of his mind was telling him to scream for help, but he knew it would go unheard, so what was the point?
"Come on, then," Kendall said softly, barely aware that he sounded seductive. "I don't mind. I should just get my collar out of the way." His voice lowered a little, "I bet they haven't been saying I've got this kink for my neck getting marked."
Kendall stepped towards Beau, but a little to the side, hands on the top buttons of his shirt, Beau watching his movements greedily. He popped a button open, tugging the top of the shirt apart. "Ok, and just let me—" Kendall dropped his hands and slammed his foot into Beau's shin. The taller blonde let out a grunt of pain, lunging for Kendall with angry eyes. But Kendall kicked up the cable by his feet and tripped him up. Then he ran past him, not waiting to see if he regained his balance or not. He dashed out into the crowded space of the club, colliding with more than a few people as he made his way over to Lucy and the others.
"I'm going home. I've had enough for tonight," he quickly said to her, leaving before she could ask any questions. He hurried out the front door into the cool night air. He started walking down the sidewalk, hugging his arms and rubbing them to try and warm them up. He sniffed mournfully, mind going back to what Beau had said. Jesus, this town sucked. What the hell had he done that made them think he was a slut?
He glanced behind him and his heart skipped a beat when he saw Beau walking out of the door. He sped up his walking pace, turning to face in front of him again. He leaped about a foot in the air when he heard a car horn honing, before a black car pulled up on the sidewalk right in front of him. Kendall slowly walked over, taking a quick glance inside.
"Hey," Jett greeted, grinning. "I was just heading home. You need a ride?"
"Thanks," Kendall grinned, getting in immediately and sitting down in the passenger's seat. He couldn't help glancing in the mirror and smiling to himself as they left Beau behind. "It's not exactly how I pictured my first night here . . ."
"They're all like that," Jett replied, because even though he didn't know what had happened, he understood what Kendall was talking about. "And that's the truth. You're better off sticking with us. Are you in?"
"Huh?" Kendall glanced at him. "You want me to join your gang?"
"Yeah, I do. And I'd say the others do too, they like you. Well . . . we all like you."
Cheeks slightly pink, Kendall quickly said, "I'm not interested in fighting them or whatever it is you guys do."
"No big deal. Jo and the Jennifers are part of our gang but they don't fight either." Jett glanced at him, a trace of a smirk on his lips.
"I'm not weak, if that's what you're thinking," Kendall snapped. "I'm just not interested!"
"I know. That little outburst there proves you're not weak at all." Jett grinned at him. "Weakness isn't really a bad thing. But I always like some attitude on my gang members. Gets you further."
Kendall smiled. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Which one do you live in?" Jett asked, turning the corner and driving down the street.
"Block C," Kendall replied, pointing. "Lucy's building."
"Got it." Jett pulled up in front of Block C's front doors, turning the engine off. "Here you are, blondie."
"Thanks," Kendall grinned, looking over at him. "I'm glad I didn't have to deal with that dipshit walking after me."
"I'm glad too. I don't want you getting hurt." Jett smiled sweetly. "You just got here after all."
"Yeah . . ." Kendall's cheeks turned an even darker shade of pink. "Everything here is kind of new to me . . ."
"I can show you around?"
"That sounds nice." Kendall looked down, biting his lip. "Well, um . . . I'd better go . . ." He opened the car door and got out. Though he honestly wasn't eager to leave just yet.
"I'll walk you up," Jett offered, getting out of the car too and locking it behind him. He gave a friendly smile. "Can't have you getting ambushed in the elevators or some shit like that." He hopped up the steps to the front door, pushing the door open and standing to the side. "After you."
Giggling to himself like an idiotic schoolgirl, Kendall smiled and nodded, walking inside with Jett walking in behind him. They walked into the elevator, Kendall wrinkling his nose on instinct at the bad smell. Jett chuckled fondly. "What's the matter, blondie? They don't have smelly elevators in your Minnesota town?"
"They do, doesn't mean I like them," Kendall giggled, sticking his tongue out at Jett.
"You're cute."
"You too."
And then they were both awkwardly breathing in the bad elevator air until they got off at Kendall's floor. Jett walked down the hall with Kendall silently, casually whistling a song Kendall didn't know until they reached his apartment. "So, um . . ." Kendall bit his lip, looking up at Jett for half a second before looking down again. "Thanks for everything."
"Don't mention it."
Kendall looked up again to see Jett staring intently at him. As their eyes met, Jett's gaze faltered slightly, and for some reason it pissed Kendall off.
"I know you want to kiss me," Kendall said impatiently. "What are you waiting for?!"
For another second Jett just stared at him. Then he smirked, grabbing Kendall by the waist and pulling him forward. Kendall's giggles were swallowed up as their lips smashed together, Jett gently pressing Kendall up against the appartment door. Kendall moaned weakly as Jett's tongue slid into his mouth, and he quickly reached into his pocket for his keys while his other hand grabbed at the back off Jett's shoulders to pull him closer. Jett growled, pressing his body tightly up against Kendall's.
Kendall pulled back, breathless as he pushed Jett gently away from him. Jett frowned and watched as Kendall turned around and struggled to twist the key and unlock the door. His hands were shaking a little. Then he finally managed to take the key out and throw the door open, looking over his shoulder and smiling at Jett as he walked inside. "Sorry that the place is such a mess . . . are you coming in or not?"
Jett's face lit up and he hurried in after him, closing the door and grabbing Kendall by the waist, lifting him off the floor with ease.
A minute later they crashed down on top of Kendall's bed, kissing and laughing as they ripped each other's clothes off and tossed them over the cardboard boxes littered around the room.
Kendall's long legs were up in the air as Jett gripped onto his thighs, giving it to him just the way he wanted without having to be told, pressing hot kisses to the blonde's sweaty neck and chest.
They did it again with Kendall bouncing on top, panting and moaning over the sound of the bed creaking under them. Then again over the edge of the bed, and again with Kendall gripping the headboard as Jett held him from behind and gently nipped down the ridges of his spine. Eventually they just collapsed down on the bed, panting and staring up at the ceiling. Then when he found the strength, Kendall got up and limped towards one of the cardboard boxes, opening it up and taking out his large printed comforter and pillows. He tossed them onto the bed and grabbed a mattress sheet from the box, turning to glance at Jett. "Can you get up for a second?"
Jett did, and watched as Kendall bent over and made the bed, before snuggling down and pulling the comforter up to his waist. He looked up and Jett, giving a sweet smile, blushing softly. Jett grinned at him and slid in under the covers, sliding an arm around Kendall's waist and pulling him in for a much gentler kiss than the others. He didn't have to be asked to stay the night. He just knew.
The next morning he surprised the sleepy blonde by going to buy groceries for him and making him breakfast. Then while Kendall spent the rest of the day unpacking, Jett went out to take care of some stuff with the gang, before stopping by in the evening to eat dinner with him. And to spend the night, again.
Three months later Jett gave his old flat to Dak (who'd been rooming with Lucy) and moved in with Kendall. And Kendall was a member of the Wild, but an inactive one.
For the time being. Over a year and a half later, Jett told Kendall that his younger brother was coming to live with them.
Quite a bit changed after that.
There's a place for us...
Somewhere, a place for us...
Peace and quiet and open air...
Wait for us, somewhere . . . .
So, there you have it. Chapter two will come soon :) review!
