[center][color=1a7b30][h3]JJ Stone: The Cowboy[/h3][/color]
[color=1a7b30]Location:[/color] [url=https://i.ytimg.com/vi/jXRO-zFd_gM/maxresdefault.jpg]Prewitt Mansion[/url] & El Jefe Beach
[color=1a7b30]Interacting with:[/color] Owen Lyon (Mentioned) / Matthew Archer [@Kitty] (Talking to)
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[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0Mz_IqpZX8]Theme Song[/url][/center]

Joshua Jeremiah Stone was in the zone right now. Whenever he got in a bad mood, JJ’s preferred method of dealing with his issues was to wail on a punching bag. It was the easiest way to deal with his issues since talking about his problems was most certainly not something that JJ Stone ever did. He had a tough guy football player image to uphold. Tough guys did not sit around crying about their feelings with other guys. He was not allowed to cry or deal with these feelings in any other way besides acting angry and hitting things. This whole still bothered after the month he had been in Beverly Hills. He still felt like he didn’t belong in a place like this. JJ was a stranger in this strange land. It was as if Beverly Hills was its own country compared to Texas. The 1,436.0 miles between Dallas might as well have been 1,436.0 lightyears between them. Los Angeles was a bizarre place with their own rules and customs.  Every word had a double meaning and there were knives ready to be jabbed into one’s back with every second. It was exhausting to try and understand these strange people. That was why JJ stayed mostly with the football players. They were the only people in this place that he understood. Football seemed to be a universal sport which was the only reason that JJ had not run away back to Texas. If he went back to Texas, he would feel happy again. He had no reason to stay in this horrible place for him. So, for now he spent his time wailing on this punching bag.  It felt good to get his anger out in a rather healthy way. There probably were more healthy ways than getting bruises on one’s hands. JJ liked to think that his bruises made him look so much better. There was something nice about a guy who looked like he had gone a few rounds, but he was crazy like that. JJ never really cared for extreme shows of wealth or think that his stepfather could do anything good but this [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/64/b4/4d/64b44dd379af0c1e9082d4c3abef82ff.jpg]gym[/url] was quite excellent in his eyes. It had everything that a young man could need to feel like he was getting a good workout. JJ spent more time in the mansion gym than in his own room. There was something wrong him for thinking like that, but JJ stayed there to stay away from his family. 

JJ stopped wailing on the punching bag after his phone played a small riff of “Deep in the Heart of Texas. It was a little stereotypical of the Texan to play a song like that, but he thought it was funny. He couldn’t just mope around the house or hide in the gym. The text was for a party thrown by one of the football players and his bros. He knew a few of them and they honestly were the only people that JJ could stand for the most part in that school. He never got the feeling that he was a pity friend with them. So many people were friends with the new kid just because he was interesting for a few minutes. Then they loved the hot new commodity and the Texan seemed to be a hot commodity if only for a hot second. JJ walked down towards his room using his shirt to wipe the sweat off his body. JJ always liked the smell of sweat so he was not going to shower it all off before the party. 

As he walked down the hallway he noticed the High King of Snobbery, his stepfather,  sitting on the couch reading something. JJ didn’t even look at him while he walked on by. He rarely, if ever, talked to the older man. Prewitt was the one who had ruined his entire life and thus JJ didn’t want to talk to him at all. JJ moved through the house like a ghost since he had promised his mother not to cause a scene with her new husband anymore. So, JJ followed his promise by completely ignoring the man. It was cruel since Prewitt had never done anything that warranted this reaction from JJ. That didn’t stop JJ from hating him just for existing. If it wasn’t for the investment banker, JJ would still be back in Dallas where he belonged.   Money was not the most important thing in the world. All that glittered was not gold, even though JJ had no idea what that phrase really meant.  JJ was only hoping that there was a chance he would enjoy the party since he really needed a distraction from his world right now. JJ pulled on a simple denim button up shirt along with his favorite pair of dark jeans. The whole outfit screamed that he was not really trying with his clothes but at least it showed off his body. JJ ran out the door for his taxi since he didn’t want to use any of the Snob’s cars since that would always come back to bite him.

[center]The Party[/center]

JJ looked around like he had just walked into some sort of fairytale land as he looked at the party. He never did get used to all of this wealth around him. He still didn’t like the world around him but at least he would enjoy the people. Beverly Hills was the land of the rich and famous. That meant that everyone looked like they belonged on a runway somewhere. His eyes wandered even though he felt an odd amount of shame for looking at the guys. His mother had always ragged on “them homos” whenever she got drunk. She would have killed JJ if she knew that he was part of her least favorite group of people. Tonight, was a night for JJ to just let go and be the real him. He wasn’t going to flirt like a Wildman, but he could at least try to talk to different guys.

JJ walked past the guy at the door and recognized him from around the school. He seemed to be part of some group of guys. JJ tried to keep his head down from the cliques so he didn’t know who this guy was. He gave the guy a nod as he walked into the party proper. Everything felt like it was some sort of magic. JJ was looking around clutching a beer that he still had no idea how he had gotten. After taking a sip from his beer his eyes eventually set on an older looking guy in a light blue shirt. JJ wouldn’t have noticed him except for the shirt and a little voice in the back of his head telling him to go talk to him. For some reason, JJ headed the little voice and walked towards the guy. JJ moved with that confidence that his father had taught him all those years ago. He was confident but not arrogant in the way he moved. JJ gave the guy a smile that lit up his entire face with his megawatt grin. As he walked towards the guy, JJ managed to grab another beer not knowing if the guy was a drinker. Most people rarely turned down a free beer and JJ hoped that this guy wouldn’t be the exception to that rule.

“[color=1a7b30] Howdy there. I don’t think we’ve ever met. I’m a pretty sure I would remember that. Guessing then that you are new? Oh and would you like a beer?”[/color] JJ asked to break the ice with the guy. He offered the other unopened beer towards the guy whilst keeping that same smile plastered on his face. His accent still made him sound like he was down home in Texas. It added a bit of charm to way it made his voice sound honeyed and slow like a lazy river. The accent always seemed to be a hit since Texans were quite rare in the heart of Beverly Hills. 


“[color=1a7b30] Oh and where are my manners. Ma would tan red me for being so rude. Joshua Jeremiah Stone, at your service sir. My friends call me JJ though. My full name is such a mouthful.”[/color] JJ added letting his drawl extended the words. “[color=1a7b30] And who are you? If you do not mind me asking.”[/color] JJ asked clearly interested in learning more about the other guy. There was something about him that JJ just couldn’t shake as being interesting. It was as if he needed to know more about this guy. 


[@Kitty]