This was requested by CharlieHarperFan88. After this oneshot, I've actually became a fan of this pairing (who knew!). Actually, I was going to do this whole drug addiction thing, sleeping with random girls, and controversy with Alejandro, but I just needed to get it done... Well, I suppose five pages are long enough... So, I hope you enjoy.
I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing
She stood tall in that sparkly, long, red dress, which draped past her small knees; landing just above those tall, red pumps. The dress really complimented her curvy figure, as it elapsed around her bottom and drooped low enough to show the cleavage her bosoms. Her pale skin shimmered in the stage light; as her long, black hair fabulously danced to the beat of the song the band was playing. She swayed back and forth slowly. Her red lips were curved up; but not reaching her small, coal eyes. She was the most extravagant thing the Hawaiian had ever seen. Well, next to him, of course. With every move she made, his heart would skip a beat, making him breath faster. She truly was extravagant.
Justin had been watching her from afar, in the same dark night club, every Friday night. Lights were flashing shades of red, green, yellow, and white. Smoke filled the room as if the smokers didn't produce enough. The lingering scent of alcohol on the consumers' breath and loud music blaring from all over. Not to mention the drinks were free after ten o'clock. This really was the perfect hangout. Club Styx was its name. Only such a haven would be named after the popular 1970s rock band.
Justin knew everything he could about this woman. He knew her name was Heather, she had a vicious attitude, she was a spoiled only child, she was studying to be an actress behind her parents back (they wanted her to be a doctor), and she hung out with two other girls for reasons unknown. The Hawaiian admitted the blonde was pretty hot, but the brunette could definitely use an extreme makeover.
When the song ended, he watched as the Asian strutted over to the booth next to his, and sat beside her friends. He looked over, to eavesdrop on her conversation; it really had become a proclivity of his. She ran a hand through her black locks and starred down the blonde friend of whom he never cared to learn her name. "Lindsay, pass me some smokes," she instructed. Lindsay! Of course! Who could forget the name of such a pretty face? The brunette was no exception; her name meant nothing to him. The blonde smiled, and willingly gave her a pack of cigarettes. Heather took out a stick out of the pack and lit it. "I don't know why I got into such a filthy habit," she muttered, "it doesn't help with my complexion at all."
The blonde giggled, "I gave it up long ago," she said putting an emphasis on long, "Daddy said he would pay to get my boobs done if I quit."
The brunette spoke, "That's good, Lindsay. Smoking is really bad."
"Shut up, Beth," Heather snapped. She then began looking around, as if she was trying to find someone. Justin followed Heather's gaze and grimaced at what he saw.
Standing in her small eyes, was a tall Hispanic man. Justin had never seen such a man before. Justin could go as far to say that this man was, if not more, attractive as he was. He had large, emerald eyes; dark, caramel skin; long, brown hair. Was Justin experiencing jealousy? No! Nobody could possibly be more handsome than he was. All Justin had was his looks. Why else would he have a modeling contract?
He looked back at Heather. She was smiling stupidly, in such a daze. Her cheeks were bright pink; he swore he could see hearts in her eyes. Justin could not stand for this! This man needed to be taken care of this instant.
"Alejandro..." the Asian sighed, "he would be so perfect if only he were a rock star..."
A great plan instantly hit Justin at that moment. He would become a rock star!
"OMG! Like Brittney Spears or The Backstreet Boys?" The blonde asked with stars in her eyes.
"Lindsay- I don't even know how to respond to that..." Heather said, dumbfounded
"I'm, like, so smart!" Lindsay exclaimed.
"I don't think that's what Heather meant," the brunette reassured the blonde.
"Well, duh!" Heather exclaimed, "I meant like Led Zeppelin, Def Leppard, ACDC, Areosmith! Stuff like that! God, you can be stupid. I don't even know why I hang out with you."
"Oh..." Lindsay said, "So, like Nsynch?" Heather face palmed. She clearly thought her friend was hopeless.
As he continued to listen to the girls, Justin was joined by his crew. It consisted of Trent, Cody, and Harold. They were his closest friends and he would share his plans with them.
"Hey, bro! What's going on?" Cody asked, as Trent and Justin exchanged props.
Instead of responding with the regular 'nothing much', Justin responded with, "I have a great idea and you guys are going to help me out." He then explained the plan to his companions.
Harold looked at him, "Gosh, Justin, I don't know. Do you even know how to become a rock star?"
"Yeah," Trent agreed, "rock stars need instruments."
"That won't be a problem," Justin replied, smiling, "Trent, you know how to play guitar and sing, right?"
"Yeah..."
"And Harold, you can beat box and play instruments."
"Actually, Justin, I can play the keyboard, the-" Harold started proudly.
"I really don't care," Justin interrupted, "Cody... You can... Uhhh..."
"I can play the keyboard and guitar!" the techno-geek replied.
"Great," The Hawaiian replied.
"What about you?" Harold asked.
Justin thought for a moment. "I have the looks to be the star," the Hawaiian said, "just look at me! Perfect face, perfect ass, perfect body-"
"But what can you do, dude?" Trent asked.
"Uh..."
"I knew this was a waste of time..." Cody said, getting up to walk into the mist of the club.
"Wait!" Justin called, "think of the ladies you'll get! The star always gets the woman!"
Cody turned around, and sat back down almost instantly. His expression moved to a grin, "So, you're telling me that my chances with Gwen would be high if I were to joining this group?"
"Hey, not cool man," Trent exclaimed, "that's my ex you're talking about!"
Justin hushed his friend, "Of course, Cody. You can have her, and much, much more."
His shorter friend's eyes widened, "When do we start?"
That moment, in that dark, smoky club, marked the start of the Drama Brothers. Almost every day, after their schooling, the men would practice in Justin's garage. Justin discovered his newfound talent for singing and playing the guitar. He wasn't that bad. Sure, Trent had to teach him the cords, but he eventually figured it out. They often jammed out to songs, as a cover band, but could never find any gigs. Until that one night. The band was once again reunited with the magical Club Styx. The club was holding a rock night, where new bands could show off their work on stage.
"Dudes! We totally have to do this!" Cody exclaimed, looking at the poster, which was hanging from the yellow walls. Justin was not sure if it was naturally that colour or was stained by alcohol and smoke. The poster was written in a bright, red, Victorian style font, on a black piece of paper, which consisted of a picture of a stage, with many lights erupting from the picture. It was too good to be true.
"Do you think we're good enough?" Trent asked.
"Totally," Cody responded confidently, "We've been practising for months now! This might be our break!" Justin smiled, agreeing with his friend. They could totally pull this off.
"If you say so, man. It's this Saturday, so we will need to practise extra hard for the next few days," Trent said, sounding not so confident. The Hawaiian watched Cody laugh to himself, as he pulled up the sheet, and signed The Drama Brothers.
"What now?" Harold asked.
"We need costumes! They must be favourable to our fans, too. Let's go shopping!" Justin suggested. He was excited to look for new clothing, knowing the women would not be able to resist his style. Justin absolutely loved shopping. He loved the way clothing felt against his skin, the feeling when the Hawaiian looked at himself in the mirror; the way the right clothing complimented his assets- shopping was amazing.
Before the boys knew it, Saturday came. Justin knew this work and stress was doing nothing for his complexion, but he was determined to win Heather's heart. He was back inside Club Styx, with his friends, but this place was unfamiliar. Justin was behind the stage, along with the other bands. It was much darker than the rest of the club. Although, it was equally smoky. There were spare microphone stands, and guitar amps lying around almost everywhere. The red curtains, Justin was used to looking at, were a black colour from behind. He couldn't tell if it was the lighting, or a natural colour.
The Hawaiian stood confidently, looking at the other bands. They looked mediocre compared to Justin. Their black tanks and skinny jeans had nothing on his outfit! He was dressed in a blue shirt, which was tight around his toned arms, it draped down to his waist, opening at the chest. His pants were also a matching blue. To accessorize this ensemble, he rocked a pink neck-scarf and sunglasses. Not to mention, this wild youngster was flashy compared to his friends.
Justin anticipated his chance to perform. He yearned to show Heather how amazing he was, to show her that he was the rock star of her dreams. With the loud music the other band was playing, covering, Smells Like Teen Spirit, by Nirvana, the Hawaiian could barely tell that Trent was practicing his cords. Justin walked over to his friend, who was singing an unfamiliar song. He didn't realize it was an original until he heard the lyrics.
"Lady, you are a beautiful thing. When I walk by you, you do your thing. When I run past you, you are still doing your thing..." Trent sang. Justin face-palmed, knowing that his friend could never write lyrics. They were always weakly written, never rhymed, or made no sense. Trent shot his head up, and smiled, "Hey, man. I wrote a new song! If we learn it, and practise it nine times, then we can perform it on stage!"
"Uh..." Justin was at a loss for words. What should he say? "That sounds nice, but... don't you think we should leave it for later?" He asked.
"Haha," Trent responded, "Good thinking. When we get famous, this will be our one hit! I'll need to add more lyrics!"
The boys' conversation was interrupted, to Justin's benefit, by the announcer. He heard a soft spoken woman approach the microphone, "That was great! Good job, Kids That Rock!" she exclaimed, "Now, for our final band! Put your hands together for The Drama Brothers!"
Justin nodded Harold and Cody's way. They were playing some sort of video game, while waiting. Harold put the device into his bag, and picked up his drumsticks. The boys entered the stage. It was a lot brighter, than Justin expected it to be; he was almost blinded. He knew he looked great, regardless of the lighting, but he secretly hoped it made his outfit stand out. When his eyes adjusted, he checked out the crowd. There were a lot of people there, dressed for clubbing. The crowd was cheering, and screaming. The Hawaiian looked out to see if he could find Heather. Surely enough, he found her in the front-middle of the crowd. He was starting to hope he looked good now, for she was looking fabulous as always. Tonight, she was wearing a short, burgundy dress, which only hit her knees. Her long, pale legs were so angelic and fragile. Her hair was curled, tonight; reaching her higher back, rather than her butt. Unlike the rest of the group, she was just standing there, waiting for the music to begin. Even her friends were jumping up and down, while screaming out God knows what. Justin gulped, and approached the microphone.
"Ladies and gentleman!" yelled an unfamiliar voice. He stepped back awhile, until he realized it was his voice. He went back, "We are the Total Drama Brothers! I would like to dedicate this song to a special girl! It's called, I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing!" Justin exclaimed, knowing fully that he stole the line from his friend. He glanced back at Trent, and gave him a cheeky smirk. Trent scowled, but then began playing the guitar.
Justin waited for his cue and began singing, "I could stay awake just to hear you breathing Watch you smile while you are sleeping, while you're far away and dreaming. I could spend my life in this sweet surrender, I could stay lost in this moment forever, where every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure." He looked at Heather, and winked. She turned red, in response, but resumed to look at the other members. He continued singing to Heather, she never left his gaze. Justin watched as the beauty moved back and forth to the beat. He could see the faint flames of the lighters people had turned on, waving them back and forth. The flames were burning like his love for the Asian who was standing before him.
Justin griped the microphone with his left hand, and brought it close to his face. He sang with so strongly, so sincere, so deeply to this woman, "I don't want to miss one smile. I don't want to miss one kiss. I just want to be with you Right here with you, just like this. I just want to hold you close; feel your heart so close to mine. And just stay here in this moment for all the rest of time! Yeah yeah yeah! I don't want to close my eyes. I don't want to fall asleep. Cause I'd miss you babe, and I don't want to miss a thing. Cause even when I dream of you, the sweetest dream will never do, I'd still miss you babe and I don't want to miss a thing." She looked right into his eyes, and smiled. Feeling a connection, Justin struggled to move closer to her. He continued singing, now almost directly into her face. He could feel her breath on his face. He struggled to breath, but forced himself to continue singing. Heather was smiling at him, as if he was the loveliest thing she'd ever seen. Justin moved back, to the stage, "Don't want to close my eyes. I don't want to fall asleep. And I don't want to miss a thing," he ended. The crowd was even wilder than before. "Thank you, Club Styx! You're all such a great audience! I would like to introduce our group! Harold on drums! Cody on bass! Trent on guitar! And yours truly, Justin, on lead vocals and guitar!"
The lights turned off, as the curtain closed. Justin felt a sigh of relief. For all he knew, it went well. The group was approached by two people- a recording contract and a specific Asian. While Justin's friends dealt with the recording contract, Justin was left alone to stare at the beauty. She looked at Justin's way, shyly. This was not what Justin expected at all. Heather walked right up to Justin, "You know," she said seductively, brushing her hand against his face, to which was starting to heat up, "I think rock stars are sexy." She moved her hair behind her ear, and looked into Justin's eyes, "The name's Heather."
"I know," he told her, smiling in a daze.
She smiled and pecked his lips, and drew her finger down his chin, "You might also know that I wish to be treated like a queen."
"Only the most beautiful of women deserve it," he responded, enjoying every minute of this, "But you must know, we're going to be playing my way."
"Fair enough... rock star."
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