Glass ~ Jared

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] before getting himself a shower and changed to in cloths that didn’t smell so bad.

However as per usual it had all started when he came down for breakfast. This was probably the biggest argument they had in months, things had been thrown at his father and ended with him being flung out the house, Deryck had the worst temper when he was pissed off, and he was also the worst person to start a fight with, once it started he couldn’t stop. He was a ticking time bomb waiting to go off at any moment. He didn’t understand where all his anger came from; he didn’t know why he got so violent when he lost his temper. The fight had ended in a crash of glass as his father smashed up a vase, it was normal, it didn’t faze Deryck he had seen his father smash stuff up in arguments with him before all it said was that he was pissed off.

Really there hadn’t been much said, just swear words and insults thrown at his father because he was so angry with him for no reason. There were only a few things that really set him off, he was sick of living in his fathers shadow, he was a bassist in a band that was popular and had an album on the way. What he was really angry at was being referred to as ‘Pete Wentz son.’ He was sick of hearing about him so much, everyone he met wanted to know about his father and no him.

Maybe that’s why he craved attention, craved people looking at him, craved women because they wanted his attention and not his fathers.

Now he was climbing the stairs because he was too pissed off to wait for the lift to his brother’s apartment because he now had no where else to go, he was lucky that the door was usually open at this time of the afternoon and he was pretty close to his brother. Though this time he knew he would know that something was wrong, the red eyes said it all “Dad chucked me out again…”
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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared told him. Jared never called Pete 'dad' - he never had, and undoubtably never would. Jared just didn't see him as a dad, not anymore. He didn't see Ashlee as his mom, either, and she too was referred to as Ashlee. "You do make some bad decisions, Deryck," Jared said, drinking the coffee again. Jared was totally unconcerned that he was in his boxers and nothing else with company around. Jared didn't really care - ninty nine percent of the people who had the (mis)fortune to step into Jared's apartment would probably end up seeing Jared totally starkers at some point. Jared was a bit of an exhibitionist when it come to his body, and anyone who knew him knew that Jared was a bit too like his father. That's why Pete and Jared clashed, Pete and Deryck clashing was a totally different kettle of fish.

Pete seemed to like to point out what Deryck did wrong and then try to steer him away from it, Jared on the other hand just let Deryck get on with it. There was a difference between letting people make their own mistakes and not caring, and it was that line that Jared liked to tease. He did care - of course he cared. But Jared sometimes cared to the point where he ended up not caring at all. Deryck had to make his own mistakes, and then feel the brunt of that mistake. The hang overs just didn't seem to work - perhaps killing his family would. Jared just stood back and watched the fireworks fly. It was amusing... some of the time. Jared put the coffee down in the kitchen, brushed red hair from his face and wordlessly poured his brother a coffee.
"Here... drink this, I would give you vodka but you've obviously had enough of that..." Jared said, and then made a face. "Sorry to tell you this, Ponyboy... but you fucking reek, man... Get that down you and then do us a favor and hop in the fucking shower," Jared told him.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] He eyed his brother somewhat confused. "No he doesn't care about me he cares about the reputation of his fucking label. How the hell can he look after a band when he can't keep his own family fucking running. I don't see why they try to cover up arguing they stand there in the kitchen and fucking bitch at each other and pretend I don't know what the hell is going on." That was another thing that pissed him off, just because it confirmed what he dreaded. It wouldn't be utterly wrong to say that his parents arguments fueled his self destruction. Deryck didn't really get depressed, he went out and got drunk, sniffed a line, smoke a joint and went back to same girls place and screwed her, by the time the sun came up he was gone. Deryck never hung about long with girls.

"I'll make my own bad decisions then." He stated sounding somewhat annoyed, he hated discussing what he had done the night before and how badly he had screwed himself over time and time again, self destruction was what he did. He had been doing it for a long time now, so long it felt normal.

A hand was ran though his messy and half straight hair as he looked at the coffee. He sniffed his hoodie and grimaced. It did small bad, smelt very very bad. "Aw man I must have puked somewhere..." He said quietly. Rubbing his face he sighed, how the hell was he going to get back in the house now? "Thanks." He said quietly, thank yous from Deryck were few and far between reserved for only his closest friends and his brother who was the only one in his family he was on good terms with.

Saying that it was kind of sad he didn't get on at all with his own father, maybe they would have been if he had taken a different path.
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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared said. "Why do you think you got the bass and I didn't?" Jared asked, putting the coffee down on the table infront of him, and then putting his feet up beside it. He glanced at the star tattoo on his foot and then back over at Deryck. "Pete just has difficulty in showing affection... his idea of caring is to hand you his prized bass, and then pretend not to feel the slightest twinge of disappointment as you throw it around stage... Pete cares more than you'd like to believe," Jared said in a cool, casual voice. He wasn't going to fight with Deryck, and he rarely ever did. He wasn't about to change that either, he wasn't saying anything subjective, when Jared said something it was often taken as a statement by people and left to float around the room for a while like a little lost ghost.

It did. Jared fell silent and took another sip of his coffee and then looked over at Deryck again. The younger Wentz... the more niave one. Jared didn't say a word, simply licked his lips and then looked at Kaiser who was at his feet. He would let Derry stay with him, if it was possible - they didn't have another bedroom, for one, and he refused to let anyone stumble in drunk and high at ridiculous times of the morning and wake up Kaiser, who would go absolutely crazy, who would wake up Jared, who wouldn't be able to fall back to sleep again and would put a DVD on and therefore keep George awake the whole night whilst said drunken person threw up in their bathroom. It just wasn't going to happen - drunk people cramped styles. Derry just hadn't figured out what he was going to do now that he was faced with a huge decision, faced with the rest of his life. He'd see it soon, and then Jared could stop having to make George scrub the bathroom floor of vomit... maybe.

"Just get clean," Jared said when Derry said thanks. He smiled despite himself though, because thank yous from Derry were a rare thing, and therefore when someone received one it was very, very genuine. Jared housed Derry a lot when things like this happened. The one difference was the fact that Jared had been in contact with his father recently, and he knew something that Deryck didn't - something that would destroy him. "Derry..." Jared said, looking down into the coffee cup, which was almost empty. "Y'know..." Jared continued, biting his bottom lip hard. "Whatever happens... I'm going to be here, I'm not going anywhere," Jared told him, looking around briefly and then looked back down at the coffee cup. "Don't think you're alone," he added, and finished off the coffee and started back toward the kitchen, Kaiser eagerly following, in hope he would get a treat for being such a good boy - which, of course, he would do.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]

[Deryck Wentz]

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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared said. He turned around and opened the dish washer, putting the coffee into the washer. "Ask me no questions, Derry... I'll tell you no lies," Jared said to him. He stood up and looked around. He was glad for the distraction when the door opened and their drummer entered, his arm still in a sling from the crash that had lost them their bassist. Richie gave Derry a small 'hey', but otherwise turned his attentions directly toward the older Wentz.
"Yeah, yeah, Rich, I'm doing it," Jared muttered. He knew that Richie was there to ask about how finding a new bassist was going, although deep down they both knew it wasn't going to happen for a while. "I just never thought I'd be doing this, y'know," Jared said, turned around again and shutting the dish washer. How true... Tom was dead. If it wasn't for the stupid band he'd devoted his life to and dropped out of college for he would still be alive. Jared had been driving that van... so where did that leave him in the equation? They'd been rammed off the road, that was true, but Jared had been in that drivers seat talking with Tom seconds before. They'd been joking about names for their next album... an album that Tom wouldn't live to see exist.

"I'll start tomorrow, I fucking promise," Jared said, eyes shut for a brief second before he turned around. He grabbed the cigarette packet from the top and pulled one out. It was a nasty habit for a lead singer, and yet he still did it. Jared lit the cigarette up and looked around at Richie, who was giving him a glare still. Jared breathed out the smoke from the cigarette slowly and narrowed his eyes at the drummer. "I'll do it," he added. Richie stepped forward, grabbed the cigarette, took a drag on it himself and stubbed it out in the ashtray. Jared sighed and walked back into the living room, grabbing a bottle of vodka on his way out. He sat down and sat forward a little, taking a drink from the bottle but then pushed it away from him on the table. He wouldn't drink this all away. He was going to have to come to terms with all this sooner or later - he'd have to square with the fact Tom was gone for good, and no, he wasn't going to just stride through the door, lopsided grin plastered on his face, announcing he'd just pulled the best prank on the band EVER and he wanted them all to wait on him hand and foor for the rest of their lives because they all fell for it. Jared felt sick now, and looked around at Derry. "Go on, get in the shower, Ponyboy," Jared instructed, smiling like nothing was wrong.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] He answered his brother quietly and decided that a shower would be a very good idea. "But I'm borrowing cloths." He stated simply, great thing about having an older brother - you can steal t-shirts and jeans, and the boy did have some good fashion sense even if he didn't coordinate it properly. He swung by his brothers room borrowing cloths without even waiting for a reply and made his way to the shower.

The hot water felt so good down his back as he thought, what was he hiding....what could he be hiding? Was there something wrong with him? Even at the thought he felt a lump in his throat. No he looked too healthy even for Jared to be ill...and he would have told him so it couldn't be that. Maybe it was their parents. That seemed the likely cause. They had never really had the most stable family, their mother and father had a very strange relationship even if they were married.

Even after his shower he didn't feel any better really, nerves ate him as he got dressed and toweled his hair which was not one messy mop of dark brown. He emerged and just looked his brother concerned. "...Just tell me you're ok."
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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared said, sitting down on the couch.
"Red, you can't blame yourself for every little twist and turn that happens," Richie said suddenly, picking up the vodka and putting the lid back on tightly. Jared snatched it from him, trying to undo it but he failed to do so. He put it back on the table, looking very defeated and crossed his arms.
"I do not 'blame myself for every twist and turn'," Jared said darkly. He looked around the apartment, knowing full well that Richie was right. It was because of Jared that his parent's relationship had become unstable, it was because of Jared that Deryck was now the only child at home, and got the brunt of their father, it was because of Jared that Derry was probably in the shower trying to figure out what was going on, it was now because of Jared that when he did find out he'd be furious that Jared hadn't divulged the information before.

Jared looked up when the door opened and Deryck stepped out, looking a bit worried. Jared frowned when Derry asked if he was alright, and Jared smiled at him and gave a little chuckle.
"I'm fine," Jared said. "Nothing's wrong with me, you won't get rid of me that easily," Jared said, knowing the conclusion that Derry was jumping to. Jared was constantly aware that his father's depression may be heritary, and that Deryck or him could be struck down by it at any time now. Jared swallowed and nodded at Derry, looking at the table. "Everything's fine, Ponyboy, come sit down and play Blackjack with me and Richie," Jared said, looking up at Derry again with a smile on his face. Jared had taken to called Derry Ponyboy eight years ago now, when he'd read The Outsiders. Jared came to realize that he was very much like Sodapop to Derry, with a touch of Darry mixed in - Derry was Ponyboy through and through, to Jared. Jared wasn't sure if Derry was aware of why he had been graced with the nickname Ponyboy, and Jared wasn't sure if he cared if he knew or not. He was just glad that whenever something happened it was a guarantee that Deryck would come to him. That made feel Jared like no matter what he knew what was going on with Derry, and it also made Jared feel like he was needed. If Jared was honest with himself, the unlocked door was ninty percent for Derry alone.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] He laughed jumping on his brother and grabbing him in a head lock. A hand dived in to his hair, messing it up as much as he could - if that was anymore than it was. "Brush your hair dude." He smirked before letting his brother go. He knew any longer and there would be serious repercussions.

Deryck had fond memories of them rolling around the living room play fighting at numerous ages right though from toddlers to teenagers. It was something that always made him smile, make him happy, when he was with his brother he felt strangely safe, guarded from the world even. He had no idea what he would do without his brother. He didn't know how he would survive.

He settled beside his brother his hands in his hair trying to fix it in to a semi decent looking fixture before it dried, Deryck was obsessed with his looks and how he presented himself, in a way he used it to cover so many things, when he was going out, and he was ready and he looked in the mirror he liked what he saw. Not to mention the girls liked it too which was the important thing. Deryck looked up seeing the edge of his fringe and he moved a few strands round, it was easy enough to arrange when it was like this.

"Blackjack?" He asked raising an eyebrow but not looking round, he just continued on sorting out his hair. "How very retro of you Jay." He commented with a smirk as he finally finished his hair. "Next thing I know your going to go and buy a pair of bell bottoms." Deryck froze at his own words and shook his head. "How unfashonable...bellbottoms - please."
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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared joked, about to force Deryck down when he let go. Jared shook his head so that his brown hair fell over his eyes before he brushed it away. He wasn't too bothered about the state of his hair this late at night. He glanced at the clock, deciding that since Deryck was here going out tonight wasn't really on the list.
"Yeah, Blackjack... or would you prefer strip poker? I know Richie's definitely dying to see you naked," Jared joked, throwing the pack of cards at Richie's head after he received a kick in the shins from him. The pack of cards narrowly missed and fell on the floor behind Richie, who reached out to get them, pulled the cards out and started to shuffle them. Jared grabbed the bottle again and, with all his might, opened the bottle and had another drink. He put the lid back on and looked over at Richie again before he looked back at Deryck again.

"How's it going then, Ponyboy?" Jared asked him. "Y'know, how's the groupie score coming?" Jared said, looking over at Richie, who was grinning back at him now. Both of them knew what it was like to have groupies, and both understood how weird and unforfilling it all became. But, if Deryck was happy living his life like that - although Jared didn't think he was - then that was his business and not anyone elses.
"Y'know Trohmania's girl?" Jared asked, talking about Joe here, of course. Joe and Jared got along very well, as did Jared and Patrick. Jared and Pete was a different story, but that wasn't anything new. Jared had been on tour with Fall Out Boy before, his band opening for them several nights, and often filling in if an opening band couldn't make it. It was perhaps that that had earnt them something of a good, solid fanbase. "She was sniffing around here a little earlier," Jared said, looking around at Deryck. "She's a bit nice, I might ask her out for a date," Jared said, in an off-hand comment. He could tell his brother liked her, but he wasn't bothered - nor was he going to divulge the information that Tabby had told him in strict confidence concerning his little brother. However, if he could spur Derry on to telling Tabby how he felt, maybe things would start falling into place for Derry. [/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] Deryck commented with devilish smirk. "Some girls are so fucking stupid a whisper here and a nip the there whipping their cloths off." He said simply as he smirked away. He loved his groupies, he loved the feeling of waking up to more than one woman in a bed and truthfully he know how to please a woman, made it all that much better really after all he wouldn't just let a woman please him and not give something back. That was just rude.

Then he caught his attention. Why had he been talking to Tabby? Why would he have seen Tabby at all. Tabby was his not anyone else's his. Without realizing it his eyes narrowed at his brother slightly. Deryck didn't like admitting he had a thing for a girl that was more than lust. He was a commitment-phobe. It just seemed like too much hard work and he would fuck it up anyway - Tabby didn't deserve that.

"She wouldn't go out with you anyway." He snapped. After all no one knew he liked her...right? "Your too old for her stay away you pedo."
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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared asked. "She was so eyeing me up," Jared said, taking half the cards from Richie and shuffling them himself. "She wants it, little brother... She wants a bit of Wentzter," Jared joked. He handed the shuffled cards back to Richie and glanced at Deryck. Derry must really take Jared for something of a fool if she didn't realize that Jared knew that he fancied Tabby. In all honestly, Jared ad no interest in Tabby Trohman at all. She was a pretty girl and what not but she wasn't really Jared's taste. However, he was enjoying winding his little brother up about it, so he just kept digging and digging. Jared stood up, walked into his bedroom and put his hand into his jean pocket. He returned with a few notes and coins and put a dollar down on the table. They would only start small. Richie matched what Jared had, but he didn't expect Derry to do so, so they started the game. Jared took his cards as Richie handed them out, and he looked at them.
"Hit," Jared said, reaching for another card.

Jared wanted to do anything to distract himself from the secret that Derry would know soon enough. It was going to destroy him, perhaps, but Jared wanted to constantly remind him that he would be there for him if he needed it. Jared wanted to be Derry's constant... he had never had a person to rely on... someone that would always be there. Jared had found it hard at first, but slowly he'd found the people he could rely on, and all the other people faded into the distance. Jared was a lot happier with his small group of true friends than he ever was with a large group of people who were just there for the sake of it all. Jared wasn't entirely sure if Derry looked up to him, but if he did then he wanted to be the best kind of rolemodel that he could be for his little brother. He knew that Pete couldn't be his role mode, and therefore it might fall to Jared to be that person.
"Blackjack," Richie muttered.
"Bullshit," Jared replied, testily, as if he couldn't believe that Richie had a blackjack this early. He leaned over the table and pulled the cards from the boys hand, only to see they did indeed add up to twenty one. "Fuck you," he grinned.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]