Go with an attitude
Heart full of royal blood
If you wanna rise above
Don't wallow in the mud boy
This game mentality
It will not set you free
Is that the life you want
Go to the lives you taught
Jeff bounced along with the song, trying to focus on The Luchagors and not anyone else. A couple of other bands had gone on before them and in that time, Adam and Randy had been innocently getting closer and closer to Jeff and Phil, seemingly unbeknownst to everyone else. But Jeff had a feeling that Phil had either caught on or was catching on, because he had tightened his grip on Jeff and was not just keeping his eye on Amy and the others.
White boy, white bo
yDon't be crazy
White boy, white boy
Don't be mad
White boy, white boy
White boy!White boy, white boy
Don't
Don't you go bad
No, no, no, no, no
Don't you go bad
No, no, no, no
"Daddy I wants to jump off the stage!" Connor could barely be heard over the music.
"Well you're not going to!" James yelled back. He grabbed on to the back of Connor's shirt and held on to it tightly. "You hear me?"
Connor began to whine loudly. "But Daddy that's not fair!" He started trying harder than ever to get up on stage, which led to Mark also grabbing a hold of him too.
"You need to knock it off," Mark growled. "I mean it."
Connor glared at him before trying to fight both of them off. Jeff started giggling at the struggle going on next to him but the giggle died in his throat when he and Adam made eye contact. His whole body flushed as Adam grinned at him. Stop it, he scolded himself as he quickly forced himself to look back at the stage. Just stop it.
Victims in alleyways
Baptizing in your filth
This path of life you want
It just might be your last
Cause my reality
Retain mentality
All together and one for all
The clock ticks 'till your downfall
"Oh great," Phil muttered, shielding Jeff as best as he could as the people around them began making the area right in front of the stage a mosh pit. Jeff started trying to join in on the fun but Phil held them back. "I don't think that's a good idea," Phil said.
Jeff pouted. "Why?"
One of the guys from the mosh pit got pushed back so violently he ended up elbowing Cody really hard on the collarbone. That got Ted riled up and he ended up putting his foot on the guy's ass and kicking him back into the chaos.
"That's why," Phil said wisely.
White boy, white boy
Don't be crazy
White boy, white boy
Don't be mad
White boy, white boy
White boy!White boy, white boy
Don'tDon't you go bad
No, no, no, no, no
Don't you go bad
No, no, no, no
It seemed like with each passing lyric, the crowd was getting more and more riled up. Jeff didn't know what everyone's problem was, but what he did know was that more and more people were pushing and shoving each other and he and the others were really starting to get caught in the crossfire.
"Hey, stay the fuck back!" Phil yelled when someone nearly shoved Jeff face first on the ground.
"Well tell your boyfriend to stay out of the way you stupid faggot," the guy yelled back.
Jeff groaned as Phil got right in the guy's face. This was going to end violently. "What the fuck did you just say?" Phil asked angrily.
"I said tell your boyfriend to stay out of the way, you stupid fa--" The guy didn't get to say anymore than that. Phil decked him right in the mouth at that moment, causing a domino effect of violence. One of the guy's friend took a swing at Jeff, but he managed to duck it and knee the guy in the gut. Unfortunately he got hit by people who were getting crazy with the shoving and he almost ended up flat on the ground to be trampled on by anyone going by. But then someone grabbed his arm and pulled him right out of the fray. At first he wasn't paying attention to who it was so he thought it was Phil. But then as soon as he actually looked at the person, his heart skipped a beat and his whole body started to tingle.
"The people in this town are fucking idiots," Adam complained, not stopping until he and Jeff were completely out of sight from the chaos. "That's the problem with letting everyone into these kinds of things. There's always a bunch of idiots who ruin this shit for the rest of us."
Jeff nodded along and looked back towards the brawl. "Phil--"
"Randy said he would help get him out of there," Adam quickly assured him. "And I know James and Mark won't let anything happen to him or the others if they can help it."
Jeff nodded again, knowing that James and Mark were scary and big enough to take care of business when they had to. "But why did you just pull me out?" he asked. "I mean, couldn't you have--" He squeaked when Adam suddenly kissed him, cutting him off before he could finish his question.
When Adam broke the kiss, he grinned sheepishly. "I had to do it," he confessed. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the club."
Jeff touched his lips gently, knowing he should slap Adam and get away from the situation. That would have been the right thing to do. But since he was not exactly known for doing the right thing and since thoughts of Adam had been driving him insane, he grabbed the taller blonde by the shirt and pulled him into another kiss, this one more passionate than the one before. Adam nipped at Jeff's lower lip until he drew blood, and Jeff moaned sluttishly as he felt Adam suck it up.
Finally they had to break apart again, even though Jeff really didn't want to. The feeling was exciting yet terrifying at the same time. He had never felt anything this strong before and the fact that he shouldn't have been feeling that way was just adding fuel to the fire.
"Meet me later?" Adam asked, taking a piece of paper out of his pocket and putting it into Jeff's.
Jeff hesitated, which made Adam shake his head. "I'm not going to make you," he said. "My number is on that paper and if you want to text me and tell me to fuck off, that's fine. I'll fuck off and not bother you again. But if you want to, then meet me at the address later or at least text me and tell me if you can't sneak out."
"Okay," Jeff said, feeling his mind go to war with itself. Part of him was screaming at himself, asking why he was even considering such a thing. But the other part of him was wondering why he shouldn't do it, since something obviously was missing with Phil to make him even entertain the thought of Adam in the first place.
Adam peeked out from their hiding spot and cursed under his breath. "It looks like the fighting's done. We better go check on the others."
Jeff nodded, feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. What the hell was he going to do? Choosing to meet up with Adam would hurt Phil but choosing not to go was something he really did feel like he would regret. Shit…decisions decisions decisions.