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Ch.1 Toby.
I wake up, as usual, at 6:00. Time for lessons. Apparently I need to finish school, whether I'm a multi-millionaire or not. I know everything they're teaching me anyways, and could probably teach them. But it's too much hassle. So I crawl out of bed and head to my bathroom. I get to the mirror and check the damage from last night. My hair is all over ther place, my eyes are blood shot and my undies are inside out. Minor damage so far, I just have to wait until the memories flood back. I strip down, check that my equipment hasn't been tampered with. Yep, he's fine. I shower, dress as quickly as possible and head downstairs from my third floor bedrrom to the restaurant quality kitchen. Not bragging, just yeah. The old hag that tutors me looks me up and down and shakes her head
"What did you get up to last night?" She asks me, accusation dripping from her words. That's when the memories flood back. Major drinking binge with the cast of Neighbours. Lot's of booze. Calen Mackenzie was very flirty. Or I was flirting with him. Either way, he ended up being a lot of fun.
"Bout 47." I say, smirking while reminiscing
"47 what?",
"Absinthe shots. And about 23 tequila slammers." I say, matter-of-factly
"You are impossible. You are going to get your record deal taken from you! Do you want that?" She screams, in her best attempt at genuine care.
"I honestly don't care anymore! If it means I don't have to be lonely or concerned with what anyone else thinks about me, then fine!!" I scream, and storm outside, not even caring who heard me. Might seem over the top, but you don't know what I deal with from these people! I jumped on my purple Suzuki motorbike, put my helmet on and ride as fast as possible out of my imposing gates. I travel down the road and get as far as the shops 10km away before I stopped, got off my bike and went into a little convenience store. I bought a pack of smokes, an energy drink and a lighter and went outside. As I sat down to light a smoke I looked up and saw him. He was the single most beautiful thing I'd ever laid my eyes on. He had blonder than blond hair and blue eyes I could see from where I was sitting. He was tall, about 6'', and slim. I must have been staring, because he started to walk towards me. I stopped breathing. Well, it felt like it, I may have been hyper-ventilating. Being a so called rock star, I wasn't used to this sort of reaction. Well, I've seen it plenty, just never experienced it. Then he was right in front of me and he spoke the words of the angels;
"Could I please grab a smoke, dude?" I could have died. He said it with a smile that liquified my bones, but not before his beautiful voice had shattered my knee caps.
"S-sure" I stammer. Damn my stutter! I thought I'd fixed that!
"Thanks" he said.
I handed him a smoke and realize I hadn't lit mine. When we're lit, we sit down and silence falls. He eventually says
"Is that your bike?"
"Y-yeah, it is. I love him" I say
He laughs, "I thought bikes and cars and things were girls?"
I giggle and say, "Not this one. He's definitely a boy"
"I think he's beautiful" he says
I start blushing. Fuck, I don't even blush! Years of performing on stage and being in the public eye kind of kills the blushing mechanism.
"He thinks the same" I say before I know what I'm doing.
He tinges pink and smiles again, "Im Axyl Kayl"
"H-hi Axyl, I'm Toby. Toby Drake." Big mistake. This boy is probably going to recognize me and ask for an autograph. It's cool, but it kinda makes the whole experience a bit cheap. He just smiles. I jump into the deep end again. I guess it was a full moon or my mind had suddenly snapped.
"What are you up to tonight?" Why would anyone ask that after five minutes?! I'm sure he thinks I'm nuts!
"Nothing, why do you ask?" He says, innocent and sweet. He's the devil! He must be!
"I dunno, I was thinking maybe you'd like to come to mine tonight...?" I manage to mumble.
"Sure! When would you like to go?" He says, as if it was nothing. I'm sure my jaw is on the ground. Firstly, he doesn't appear to recognize me. Secondly, he seems to make me do things i shouldn't. I mean I'm as rebellious as the next multi-millionaire teenage rock star, but this boy is making me throw all the rules out the window.
"Now, if you like. I've got another helmet in the bag carrier." I say hopefully
"Awesome, I love motorbikes!" He says as he puts out his smoke. I realize that mine has been out for a while. I jump on the bike, he puts the spare helmet on and jumps on the back. I start the bike up and he wraps his arms around me. The ride back to my mansion was probably incredibly dangerous, because my mind was not on the road at all. My heart was racing and my pants were tight. And judging by the protrusion in my back, Axyl's were too. Once we got back to my place, I glanced over at Axyl. He was looking at the house like it had just descended from heaven and started sprouting rainbows.
"It's not much, but it's home" I said, giggling at the irony of the statement.
"Your house looks like it eats other houses for breakfast!! Three at dinner! Is it as big inside as outside?"
"No" I said, with a smirk, "it's a one of a kind of anti-TARDIS design. Smaller on the inside than the outside. It's about the size of a closet inside." He starts to giggle a little, which turned into raucous laughter.
"Doctor Who humour! I think I'm going to like you."
"What, you hadn't already decided that? I ask you to my place after 10 minutes and you think 'Hmm, he seems legit, but I'll decide when I get to his house and he makes a funny pop culture reference?'" I say. Well, I say that I said it, I actually only just managed to choke it out between laughs.
"Pretty much" he says with a brain exploding grin.
"Total spontaneity. I think I'm going to like you" I smile, making sure I catch every detail of his reaction. Just then my maid comes out of the house to warn me that I shouldn't stand on the lawn with strange boys. And she added something about my tutor, whatever her name is, throwing a tantrum somewhere in the house. I notice Axyl looking at me funny.
"Strange?" Axyl asks. I just grin. Best not make him feel bad. I said to my maid,
"This is my friend, Laura, don't worry. And if you see that old bitch, tell her to go home, please. Don't tell her the 'please' bit though.". She smiles and walks back inside mumbling something as I turn to Axyl and ask, "Would you like to come inside? It's much more comfortable than my front lawn."
"Sure, but what's your tutor's problem?" he asked.
"Well, I kind of screamed at her because she doesn't like my party habits. " I respond
"Hahaha! The bitch!" He laughed, melting me all over again.
We walk in to the foyer to the kitchen where Laura is making dinner. I go to the fridge and grab an energy drink.
"Do you want anything to drink dude?" I ask Axyl.
"Do you have coke?" He asks. I throw him a coke, he catches it and smiles.
"So, is this your parent's house?" Wow, he really doesn't know me. If he did he'd know my parents abandoned me as a kid and I've done everything myself. That's common paparazzi knowledge.
"No, this is mine. My parents abandoned me. I bought this after my first album went platinum." I say, in way of a test. His eyes bulge.
"Oh, shit, wow. I'm sorry. Wait. Album? Platinum?" He blurts. I just smile.
"I'll show you" I say. 'Excellent,' I think to myself, 'he's passed the first test. He's either an amazing actor or totally oblivious. Dating someone who knows about me already would suck.' I take his hand and lead him upstairs to the lounge room. Well, the award room. I don't have a lot of awards, but there are enough to fill a full shelf. Not to mention the Teen Choice Award surfboard in the corner. Axyl just stood there dumbfounded.
"Why haven't I heard of you?" He asks.
"Beats me," I say " I thought you already did. Do you know the song Pheonix Rising?"
"Yes! I love that song! Is it yours?!"
"Yep. It was my debut single, a year or two ago. My debut album, Radiation, won all these awards, and my second album comes out soon."
"Wow. I never know what I get myself into, do I" he asks rhetorically, but nervously "I'm sure I'm not good enough for you"
I didn't know what he meant by that exactly, but his eyes made me go out on a limb and say,
"You are the one person on this planet that shouldn't worry if he is good enough for me. I just met you, but you have already proven to be spontaneous, humble and if you don't mind me saying, sexy as hell. If you were to run off scared now, I'd be alone again, and I don't want to do that. I like you Axyl. You are kinda perfect for me..." I didn't get to finish that sentence, because his lips interrupted me. While my heart leapt from my mouth he started to kiss me passionately, which I eventually returned. After 5 minutes or so of passionate kissing, we broke apart. I was shaking. So was he. I needed a smoke, so I said,
"Want to come see my smoking room?"
"You have a room for just for smoking!?"