The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome
Start with shaving and anti-perspirant
My alarm! My fucking alarm! Why, why was it going off?! Ugh- no show today! I fumbled for it and turned it off. I started to settle back in before shooting upright so hard I smacked my head on the bunk above mine. “Fuck!” I had almost forgotten! I grabbed my head with one hand and my phone with the other, and stumbled to the bathroom in my boxers. I stank of stale sweat and cigarettes and ick. Must shower fast, brush teeth, find Gwyn.
Whoa. My Tweet had attracted quite a bit of attention. Not just from fans. People wanted interviews about being poly, about Gwyn, about what Juliet thought about Gwyn or vice versa, blah blah… ‘Tell them all firm no to everything for now’ I typed, irritated. I did not have time for that shit right now. Jake and Jinxx were awake and had both messaged me back.
Jake: “you’re a crazy bastard. let us know how it goes. i suggest flowers or something.”
Jinxx: “yeah, we all got rides to the hotel since we gathered you were using the bus you horndog. if you don’t get the info you need, maybe we could post on the BVB facebook, let me know & i’ll ask the other guys how they feel about it. good luck man.and watch your fucking balls around that chick.”
I had a couple hundred messages. Ugh. I decided to shower first. Afterwards, I found myself hesitating when I went to get dressed. What if I found her? What did I want to look like? As much as I was loathe to admit it, I thought, maybe, a little more about my appearance than some… I was hoping she still found me attractive, even after I kicked her out like some kind of rock and roll prima donna. I laughed and decided that shaving and anti-perspirant were probably a good place to start.
Thirty minutes later, I felt like I looked ok. I started going through the messages, deleting as I went. Oh jeez… After ten minutes, I felt my brain melting from the combination of repetitive reassurance, idiocy, and weird fangirl jealousy, and started getting anxious. Time for cigarette.