(A.N:/ Sorry for the shitty title...Alright, so this was a request but I liked the idea so much I decided to make it a two shot. Anyway, the prompt was rockstar!jeff and fanboy!nick. I'll be posting the last chapter tomorrow. Hope you enjoy!)
Jeff cautiously walked out of his dressing room two hours after his last show ended. He was tired and just took off his stage outfit and wanted nothing more than to just go home and fall asleep. Sure, Jeff loved his fans but they could be a little creepy with their obsession towards him. When Jeff realized no one was down the hall, or anywhere near him for the matter, he let out a sigh of relief and continued to walk down the hall, a little less on edge now.
He shoved his hands into the pocket of his old, ratty, sweatshirt and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it and putting in it his mouth before shoving his hands back in his pockets. Smoking was one of the many things his fans didn't know about him, and he panned on keeping it that way. Jeff didn't even advertise to his fans that he was gay. It wasn't that he was ashamed of his sexuality, quite the opposite actually. He just didn't want his private life to be public information.
Jeff rounded the corner quickly and fell the ground with a loud thud. He shook his head, confused as to what him him before he looked up. "Shit." He mumbled to himself. Standing above him was a brunet boy, a few years younger than Jeff, staring down at him with wide eyes. "Uh…hi?" Jeff said, awkwardly.
"Oh my God! You're Jeffrey Sterling! Born November 8th, 1991 with three older brothers; Jarrod, John, and Jacob, in that order. You attended Dalton Academy for two years but ended up leaving because you got a record deal four years ago. During your time at Dalton you roomed with your best friend, Sebastian Smythe, who now tours with you. You had two dogs growing up, Sparky and Buster, and when you were eleven Sparky ran away but later you found out that he was hit by a car…and you smoke?" The brunet boy asked, just now noticing the cigarette hanging out of Jeff's gaping mouth.
"How the…what? Sparky…I've never mentioned him in any interviews before. Jeff said, completely taken back by just by that. He was used to meeting overly excited fans all the time so having his life story being told to him was normal. That and used underwear. Jeff got a lot of used underwear from fans in the mail. Jeff then remembered his cigarette. "Ah, fuck! Uh what are you doing here…uh?…"
"Nick."
Jeff sighed. "Nick, what're you doing here? The concert ended two hours ago. It's so late even my damn body guard left!"
Nick bit his lip a little. "I uh…we only have one car and my mom forgot to pick me up and my phone died…"
Jeff gave Nick a sympathetic look. "She forgot you?" He asked, standing up. It was then that he was able to get a better look at Nick. He looked around fifteen years old with scruffy dark brown hair and tired eyes that lit up when Jeff smiled at him a little.
"Yeah…she uh…she's not a bad mom! She's just really busy." Nick said, trying to cover up for the fact that he knew his mom was just too drunk to even remember she even had a son. "So you smoke? That's not on any of your websites." Nick said, changing the subject.
Jeff frowned a little. "It's a secret. So don't tell anyone." He said a little harshly.
Nick nodded, sheepishly. "O-okay…"
Jeff sighed. "Sorry, sorry. I'm not this rude normally, I swear. I'm just really tired."
Nick nodded. "It's alright. I shouldn't try to butt into your personal life…But do you mind if I get your autograph? I'm a huge fan and…well, I'm sure you get this all the time but I'm your number one fan. You're my idol…" Nick said, holding out a piece of paper.
Jeff chuckled. "Sure." He said, taking out a pen and signing the paper Nick handed him. "So how are you getting home, Nick? Don't you have school tomorrow?"
Nick nodded. "I uh do, yeah…and uh…I was just gonna walk. I don't really live that far from here."
"Are you serious! No! It's two in the morning! You could get attacked!" Jeff exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air, making Nick laugh.
From all of Jeff's interviews he always seemed like such a calm, collected person. The Jeff that Nick was seeing now was very much the opposite.
"It's fine, really. Not like I have much of a choice anyway…"
Jeff sighed a little, looking over Nick. "No it isn't. Where do you live? I'll take you home."
Nick gasped a little. The Jeff Sterling was not only talking to him but was also offering him a ride home. He suddenly felt guilty when he saw just how tired Jeff looked. Without his stage makeup and costume on he looked like just a regular twenty year old who hadn't slept in days. "I…no, thank you, I really appreciate the offer but you're…well you're Jeff Sterling! You're far too busy to be taking guys like me home…I'll be fine."
Jeff laughed a little. "It's so cute that you think I'm actually letting you have a say in this. Now c'mon, I have to go to my bus first to grab my keys and I'll take you home." Jeff said, tugging at Nick's wrist to make sure Nick was following him.
A few minutes later Jeff was leading Nick towards a huge bus. "Wow." Nick said, gaping.
Jeff chuckled. "It's alright, I guess. It's basically my home for nine months of the year. I'll be back in a second, alright? I'd invite you in but it's a total mess." Jeff said, chuckling a little as he ran up inside. A moment or two later Jeff was back out, jingling his keys. "Ready." Jeff said, smiling broadly at Nick.
Nick smiled back. "T-thanks for this. You really don't have to though, I don't want to waste your time…"
Jeff waved him off. "Hey, it's no big deal. I'm happy to do it. Besides, what kind of guy would I be if I let a fifteen year old kid wander around the streets."
"I'm actually eighteen…" Nick said, awkwardly. "I just look a little young for my age."
Jeff looked at Nick in shock for a moment before turning his attention back to Nick. "Seriously? You're eighteen?"
Nick nodded. "Yeah…actually a friend of mine got me tickets to your concert for my birthday."
Jeff's face lit up a little. "It's your birthday!"
"Uh yeah…"
"Happy birthday Nicky!" Jeff exclaimed, excitedly.
Nick couldn't help but laugh at Jeff and the nickname he gave him. "Nicky?" Nick said, still laughing.
Jeff chuckled. "Nicknames are cool!"
"You know you're a lot different then your blog says." Nick said, starting to get used to the fact that he was talking to Jeff Sterling, artist of the year and Nick's idol.
Jeff shrugged a little. "Eh, I like to keep my personal life and my work life separated. It's a lot easier that way…" Jeff paused a moment before chuckling. "Plus my female fans wouldn't exactly be fangirling over me if they saw me being all flamboyant and smoking doesn't exactly make me look like a good role-model…Honestly, I'd normally keep the cool act up but it's two in the morning and I'm fucking tired."
Nick chuckled a little. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone…not that anyone would even believe me that I met you." Nick said, chuckling. "All the guys at school will probably think I forged this." Nick said, motioning to his autograph. "Oh, turn here."
The next few minutes were spent in a comfortable silence until Jeff pulled into Nick's driveway. Nick couldn't help but feel embarrassed when Jeff saw his house. It was small and trashy with a broken down car in the front yard and a busted out window in the house.
"Uh…thanks…" Nick said, looking down in embarrassment. He got out of the car and practically sprinted inside his house.