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Flashback to Thursday night
Introducing [color=0073d8]JD's[/color] parents [color=d8bb00][b]Lucas[/b][/color] & [color=d80039][b]Regina[/b][/color] Piccoli [/color][/sub][/right]
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[indent]Thursday night, like most other nights for Dixon, was spent having dinner and hanging out at the Wells’. Remy, as per usual, had outdone himself with dinner. The house full of boys had eaten pot roast with enough home-grown herbs and vegetable fixings to serve an army, served over a bed of fresh homemade pasta. They even had pie for dessert! Currently, JD and Trevor were gaming through their food comas on the living room sectional. After the end of a round in today’s shooter of choice, Dixon set down the controller. [color=0073d8][b]“It’s been fun, bro, but I’m gonna start packing to go home. My mom’ll be here soon.”[/b][/color] He said to Trevor, who nodded in response and said something snarky about him needing to work on his aim.

JD grabbed his emptied juice glass from the end table and headed towards the kitchen. Remy was in there, humming along to some [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4ZS2zieaBI]song[/url] in his head as he washed the pans from making dinner. Dixon politely put his cup in the dishwasher. He looked over to Rem and chewed at his left lip ring, deeply debating his next move. It was just the two of them, and there was something he’d been meaning to ask his parents about. All four of them. Well... here goes nothing. [color=0073d8][b]“Hey, DadWells, can I ask you somethin’?”[/b][/color]

For a brief instant, Remy was caught in his mind, replaying moments when he was younger, with his husband. Moments when this song was becoming their life. This song meant the world to the chef and no matter the day, no matter the time, no matter the circumstances, this was his reminder that Jareth was his. All his. No one could take that away from him. Remy loved him when they were kids and Remy still loved him, just as much and more, as working adults with a family to take care of. 

Absentmindedly, his hand scrubbed a pan in circular motions. He had been cleaning the same spot for about a minute now. When he heard a familiar voice, Remy reluctantly paused the song in his head. Looking over his shoulder, the loving father responded with a simple, [color=ffff99][b]“Hm?”[/b][/color] Which everyone knew was: yes, of course you can.  

[color=0073d8][b]“Uh…”[/b][/color] Dixon responded rather unintelligently. What came next? He hadn’t planned this far. He licked at his left lip ring again. Leaning his back up against the counter beside Remy, he crossed his arms over his chest, subconsciously creating an emotional barrier. He was, after all, his biological parents’ son. [color=0073d8][b]“I wanted to ask like, you and PopWells, how did you know that you loved him? Was there a big moment, or did it happen over time?”[/b][/color] He asked very seriously, as if he was conducting research. If he was asked, that is what his cover story would be.

Remy didn’t expect that. Placing both the pan and sponge down, DadWells reached for a hand towel, turned his attention towards JD, and wiped his hands. [color=ffff99][b]“Any reason you’re asking?”[/b][/color] The blond man’s eyebrow curved up in curiosity. Of course Remy would inquire about the reasoning behind this before he rambled on about his love life. 

[color=0073d8][b]“Yeah.”[/b][/color] Dixon responded quickly and confidently. [color=0073d8][b]“It’s for school. Freshman health class has us doing a project on healthy relationships, I guess because they don’t want us being slutty teenagers or whatever. Anyway, you guys are like the most in love people I know, ‘sides my parents, but I’ll be talking to them too. But I mean, if I’m being real, you and PopWells seem way more [i]in love[/i].”[/b][/color] JD’s blatant lie was sandwiched between truths, which made it come out smoothly. Hey, he wasn’t so bad at acting. Who knew that there was more to him than violence and violas?

Even if he was terribly bad at lying, Remy was a gullible man and believed nearly anything unless it was coming out of Riley’s mouth. Excitedly, he threw the hand towel on the counter and clasped his hands together, so happy someone was curious of his love story,  [color=ffff99][b]“It all started with a pencil. Jareth was the new transfer and kept to himself. When someone would try to break through his barriers, he would lash out. But when I gave him my pencil, and used a crayon for our math test instead, I knew he’d be my best friend. For life. What I didn’t realize was I was super into him even before then and our relationship just kind of escalated.... we kept getting closer and closer, and I fell more and more madly in love with him,  Before we even became close, I stopped him from beating some kid to a bloody pulp and I guess he felt bad for yelling at me so he said hey, let’s be friends. I was way into him before he even was into me. I even made my dating sims characters look like him… maybe I was in denial. Just a little bit. That is until I started getting jealous. Very jealous. I broke and decided to confess to him. He broke my heart. It got really awkward after that because by then I had come to terms I was totally gay, for him and only him, but he was still battling his own demons of liking me. After I avoided him like the damn plague, too embarrassed to face him, because well, it sucks, being rejected by the only person you’ve ever had eyes for… he came to me and he wrote me a song. The feelings were mutual. Finally. The rest is history!”[/b][/color] 

[color=0073d8][b]“Wait, he yelled at you?”[/b][/color] JD asked in shock. The parallels in that story and how Tuesday night’s party had gone made him feel a little uncomfortable. Or maybe just nervous about what it could mean. He shifted his weight from one heel to the other. [color=0073d8][b]“I didn’t know he yelled, aside from with, like, in the band and stuff. Huh. So… how did he apologize for that?”[/b][/color] This question was a little more personal, and Dixon, unbeknownst to him, was losing his researcher persona a bit. Instead, he was just a young high schooler looking for advice. He had someone to apologize to too, and he had know idea how to go about it.

With the best Jareth impression anyone could do, Remy used his middle finger to push his imaginary long emo hair to the side and looked at JD as if he were, well, him,  [color=ffff99][b]“Thanks for stopping me from beating that kid up…”[/b][/color] Subtlety and unintentionally, Remy’s arm touched JD’s, like Jar’s had many years ago,  [color=ffff99][b]“I probably would’ve gotten suspended and sent back, so…”[/b][/color] Two blinks. His eyes smiling, but not his lips.  [color=ffff99][b]“Thanks. And…”[/b][/color] Looking away from JD, trying his best to keep his cool, he muttered,  [color=ffff99][b]“Sorry for yelling at you.”[/b][/color]  

Dixon cracked up laughing at Remy’s impersonation. It was so very… edgelord. [color=0073d8][b]“Oh man, I could like, feel the awkward. Shit, that’s golden.”[/b][/color] JD giggled again. [color=0073d8][b]“Thanks, DadWells, that was helpful. Off to interviewee number two now, dinner was great if I don’t see you again before Ma gets here. Thanks!”[/b][/color] Dixon said before heading off down to the studio, where he assumed Jareth would be.

[color=0073d8][b]“Hey,”[/b][/color] JD greeted from the doorway of the studio, which the majority of the basement of the Wells household had been converted to. Inside, Jareth was sitting at his work desk, scribbling out something on a sheet of paper. The front man of Deciduous Dreams looked up from his task and gave the young boy a half smile.

[color=181313][b]“Hey Dixon, what’s up?”[/b][/color] Jar asked.

[color=0073d8][b]“Are you busy?”[/b][/color] JD responded to the question with another question, still standing in the doorway.

[color=181313][b]“Nah, just working through some lyrics. And running ideas by your dad, actually. Come on in.”[/b][/color]

Dixon stepped through the threshold to the musician’s domain. This was the room where some real magic happened. It was like walking into an emo holy place. [color=0073d8][b]“I was just talking to DadWells about one of my school projects, and I was looking to hear your thoughts on it.”[/b][/color]

[color=181313][b]“Oh, alright…”[/b][/color] Jareth said, setting his pencil down and giving Dixon his full attention. [color=181313][b]“I wasn’t really good at school, but shoot, what is it?”[/b][/color]

[color=0073d8][b]“A health project on healthy relationships. To start, could you tell me about how you and DadWells fell in love?”[/b][/color]

This wasn’t for any school project, this was a bold-faced lie. This was the kind of shit Jar would have pulled at age fourteen to hide from his feelings, so he saw right through JD’s charade. That being said, he went with it. He’d already failed one kid by not giving his advice when it was needed, he wasn’t about to let that happen again. [color=181313][b]“I was bad at that too.”[/b][/color]

[color=0073d8][b]“Yeah… I mean, I heard Rem’s side of it. But what about yours, what happened?”[/b][/color]

Jareth looked melancholic for a moment, but then a soft smile graced his lips. Their love story had a rocky beginning, but that only made them stronger in the long run. [color=181313][b]“For me, it started when Remy told me that he liked me. We were best friends for years before that day, but I had never thought about him like that until the option was laid out in front of me. And then, the option terrified me. First, there was the fact that I had to come to terms with the fact that I wasn’t straight, at least not as straight as I thought I was. Then, there was the fear of what coming out would mean. And finally, what if I took the option… and messed it up. What if I lost my best friend?”[/b][/color]

Enraptured by his idol’s story, Dixon leaned forward. [color=0073d8][b]“How… how did you deal with all that?”[/b][/color]

[color=181313][b]“Music.”[/b][/color] Jar said simply. [color=181313][b]“I turned to my craft. Music had always helped me find myself in the past. When things felt dark and I felt lost, music lit my path. That’s what you have to do, you know? Healthy relationships start with healthy people, so you gotta work on [i]you[/i] first… even if admitting previously unknown things about yourself is hard. And then, you have to be willing to take risks. Love is a gamble, but the jackpot is pretty fucking sweet.”[/b][/color] Jareth laughed and smiled wistfully. [color=181313][b]“I was really bad with words back then, so I basically apologized for being an ass with a song. We musicians have an easy way out in that, I guess.”[/b][/color]

[color=0073d8][b]“Yeah, I get that.”[/b][/color] JD responded, nodding in agreement.

Jar sat back in his chair and put his arm around the back of it, his gaze locked on Dixon’s face. [color=181313][b]“So, who’s this really about?”[/b][/color] He asked, letting the cat out of the bag that he knew.

[color=0073d8][b]“Wh-what?”[/b][/color] The boy’s eyes shot wide, looking like a panicked deer.

[color=181313][b]“Chill… I’m not going to tell anybody, but I know this isn’t for a school project. So, who is it? Anybody I know?”[/b][/color]

[color=0073d8][b]“...no.”[/b][/color] Dixon said honestly, after a very long pause of contemplation.

[color=d80039][b]“KIDDO! GET YOUR ASS UP HERE. YOUR FATHER IS FUCKING IMPATIENT.”[/b][/color] 

Oh, thank the non-existent gods. His mother was here to save the day! [color=0073d8][b]“Uh, gotta go! Thanks, Jar… for everything.”[/b][/color] Jareth nodded with a warm smile before going back to his work, and the kid took off running upstairs.

Sin didn’t even fully go into the Wells’ estate. Instead her head was poking through the front door, [color=d80039][b]“HI REMY, JARETH. BYE REMY, JARETH. TELL YOUR KIDS TO GET LAID. BYE.”[/b][/color] Expecting her son to come upstairs and follow her, ‘Sin Hardy’, or more privately known as Regina Piccoli, went to her car. When her son was not out yet, she started honking impatiently. This here was the drummer of Deciduous Dreams, everybody, and the [i]lovely[/i] mother of Johnny Dixon. 

There was a thumping as Dixon marched up the steps to get to his mother. He had his backpack slung over his shoulder now and waved at all of the Wells’ on his way out. [color=0073d8][b]“Thanks guys, see you later. Sorry Ma yelled.”[/b][/color] JD said as he shrugged the backpack more firmly onto his shoulder. After saying his goodbyes to the Wells household, he made his way to his mom’s car. [color=0073d8][b]“Why’s Dad being impatient?”[/b][/color] Did JD forget about something important? He couldn’t remember any plans… then again, it didn’t take much to annoy Lucas.

[color=d80039][b]“Oh, sweet child of mine, your dad is probably jerking off to something on TV. I just don’t like waiting. You know me!”[/b][/color] Sin had kept her car running, so really, it was only a matter of taking the car off park and pressing the gas for them to speed towards their home. Sin may not be the most visibly compassionate, but she cherished the nights they were all together. Even with how she acted, she was probably the happiest mother alive. Her and her husband fight for shits and giggles, because it was their language of love, JD was growing up to be someone she was proud to have pushed out of her vagina, and honestly, she had nothing to complain about. Sex was good. House was spooky all year round. Kiddo continued to be a kid. What more could she possibly ask for? 

[color=0073d8][b]“Gross.”[/b][/color] Was JD’s simple, one-worded reply. He was used to that kind of talk though, this was his mom, after all. [color=0073d8][b]“Sorry I kept you waiting, I was talking to Jar in the studio, so I didn’t get your text. Service in the basement is shitty… probably from the soundproofing.”[/b][/color] JD looked out the window and watched the street lights go by as they drove, strobing against the black night sky. [color=0073d8][b]“When we get home, there’s something I need to ask you and Dad about. For a school project, okay? Then maybe we can watch a movie, if it’s not too late.”[/b][/color] JD suggested hopefully.

[color=d80039][b]“Child, I ain’t even mad. Don’t apologize. Just be like, Ma, I’ll get to you when I get to you. I didn’t raise a fucking pushover.”[/b][/color] Sharply, Sin turned left and before both of them knew it, and after simple chit chat about JD’s day, they found themselves entering the living room. 

[color=d80039][b]“SHORTIE, THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, WHEREFORE ART THOU?!”[/b][/color] Sin knew exactly where he was. [color=d80039][b]“Oh, there you are! Couldn’t see you for a sec.”[/b][/color] Sarcasm, just what the doctor asked for. The feisty mother couldn’t help but tease her husband as she gazed at his handsome self on his man couch. HIS man couch. Taking it upon herself, the infamous cougar that swept her man off his feet jumped on top of his lap and kissed him ever so roughly. 

Honey colored eyes glared from Lucas’ position on the couch, following Sin until she was on his lap. Deciduous Dreams’ lead guitarist’s face looked mean, but there was a smirk in his gaze as he leaned forward to kiss Sin back. [color=d8bb00][b]“Wife.”[/b][/color] He greeted shortly. [color=d8bb00][b]“Spawn.”[/b][/color] Luke said, looking to JD now. [color=d8bb00][b]“Welcome home, I was just watching this here [i]riveting[/i] show about… I don’t even remember. I was sleeping until you YELLED.”[/b][/color] He said with his attention back on his wife.

[color=0073d8][b]“Hey, Dad.”[/b][/color] Dixon said before plopping down on the other couch, dropping his backpack on the floor carelessly.

[color=d80039][b]“Hey, listen, bitch. I expect you to be up to greet me when I come home, that’s what housewives are for.”[/b][/color] Sin over exaggerated her eye roll, before she grinned and winked,  [color=d80039][b]“Know your place, turdface.”[/b][/color] Lucas replied with a feigned gasp, as if that truly hurt.

JD rolled his eyes at his parents. [color=0073d8][b]“Okay, lovebirds, you can play fight after. I have an assignment, and you’re probably going to hate it, Dad, but that’s fine. You’ll live. Anyway, it’s a project about healthy relationships—”[/b][/color]

[color=d8bb00][b]“Hah!”[/b][/color] Luke responded with a laugh. [color=d8bb00][b]“You hear that, old lady? [i]Healthy[/i] relationships.”[/b][/color] Sin’s left eye twitched. It didn’t matter the year, ‘old lady’ always got under her skin. 

[color=0073d8][b]“Riiight. So, weirdly enough, even though you are my parents, I actually don’t know how you guys stopped fighting long enough to become my parents.”[/b][/color] Realizing what he’d just said, he held up a finger to silence any witty zingers to come. [color=0073d8][b]“PLEASE spare me the details, I neither need nor want that nightmare of a biology lesson. But, how did you guys actually like, fall in love and stuff?”[/b][/color]

[color=d80039][b]“[i]I mean[/i], long story short, we met at a bar, I called your dad shortstuff, he hated me for that, then he broke the jaw of my ex’s face when he tried to interrupt our conversation. From there, I knew we’d go into fucktown and never come back. Then you came along as a result!”[/b][/color] Their love story was simple, yet it was their own. Luke was fucking hot when he beat the shit out of her unoriginal, thieving, full of STDs, motherfuckin’ ex. Yeah, that punch was enough to seal the deal and make her panties wet for days.  

[color=d8bb00][b]“Hey! He had that shit coming! What an ASSHAT. You really know how to pick ‘em, Reg.”[/b][/color]

[color=0073d8][b]“You PUNCHED a dude and [i]broke[/i] his jaw? You guys sent me to therapy for punching kids, and their noses only bled for like ten minutes, how is that even fair?!”[/b][/color]

[color=d8bb00][b]“Listen, kid, you didn’t know [i]when[/i] it was the right time to punch people. Now the Doc and Troy are teaching you some discipline and all that, so you can be better than us. He was a real fucker though… he deserved it. What was it that he called you, anyway? I’m getting old, I can’t even remember the shit that triggered me…”[/b][/color] Luke directed the question at his wife, scratching at the stubble on his chin in thought.

[color=d80039][b]“That detail doesn’t even matter.”[/b][/color] She had no clue. That time was way behind her, so knowing the fine details of their past was pointless. Plus, she was [i]older[/i] than her husband. Her memory was twice as bad! 

It was probably some slut shaming term or whatever. All JD needed to know was they were together and happy. [color=d80039][b]“Just know when you’re older, if there’s fuckers, it’s okay to break their bones, but right now, you need to be a model citizen until we’re no longer liable for you. Got it?”[/b][/color] Regina with her harsh, dark gaze, waited for her son’s response. 

[color=0073d8][b]“Ehh…”[/b][/color] Dixon shrugged. [color=0073d8][b]“We’ll see. You know what people say about apples and trees.”[/b][/color] Momma didn’t raise a pushover, right? [color=0073d8][b]“Be right back, I’m going to bring my stuff upstairs and change into pajamas. Then movie night, Dad gets to pick this time.”[/b][/color] JD said before scurrying off upstairs to his room.

[i]Scoff[/i]. [color=d80039][b]“I feel like you [i]always[/i] pick.”[/b][/color] Not true. She always picked. [color=d80039][b]“Whatever, that’s not important right now. You know what is important?”[/b][/color] Sin wrapped her hands around Luke’s neck, intertwining her fingers, while giving a smug look. 

[color=d8bb00][b]“What?”[/b][/color] He asked, smirking back at his rockstar beauty. [color=d8bb00][b]“Right now? We can’t, you heard the kid, it’s movie night. After, though…”[/b][/color]

[color=d80039][b]“No, dumbass!”[/b][/color] Sin pinched her husband’s neck, [color=d80039][b]”You make it seem like I think about fucking you 24/7.”[/b][/color] She did. [color=d80039][b]“Our son has a crush.”[/b][/color] Momma’s intuition never failed her. JD did come out of her twat, after all. 

[color=d8bb00][b]“That’s because you do — wait, what? How the hell do you know that?”[/b][/color]

[color=d80039][b]“I know everything. That’s why.”[/b][/color] 
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