you will see just what i see - Billyloomis_irl (2025)

Chapter 1

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David sat on the edge of his bed, headphones clamped tightly around his ears as the screeching guitars and thunderous drums of Mindless Self Indulgence blasted through the speakers. His fingers drummed absentmindedly on the sides of his binder, the cool fabric a constant reminder of the truth that few people saw. The truth he had to hide, most of the time, or risk the wrath of his parents—specifically his mom, who had once told him he was "just going through a phase." His dad, on the other hand, rarely spoke to him unless it was about his “sinful” behavior, or the "wasting of his life" on things like video games and punk music.

But none of that mattered right now. All that mattered was the pulse of the music, the chaotic rhythms that felt like they were speaking directly to him. He didn’t care that MSI’s lyrics were outrageous or that their sound was loud enough to rattle his bones; it was freedom wrapped in distorted beats.

At school, David’s life was a careful balance. He wore his binder each morning, tucking his shirt just the right way, making sure no one could see the seams. He hated how tight it was, how it pushed him into a shape that wasn’t quite right, but it was the only way he could feel at ease. When he passed the mirrors in the hallways, he tried not to look too closely. He wasn't sure if the face staring back at him was his or not, but for once, it didn’t feel as foreign.

"Hey, David!" someone called from the doorframe, snapping him out of his thoughts. He pulled the headphones off and looked up, smiling at the familiar face of his best friend, Sam.

"Hey," David replied, his voice rough from singing along to the chorus just moments before. "What's up?"

"You got it, right?" Sam asked, a mischievous grin playing on their lips.

David’s heart skipped a beat. The thing. The album they’d both been waiting for—the new MSI record, a limited edition vinyl that had sold out in minutes. David had spent all of last night refreshing his browser until, miraculously, he had scored one for himself.

"It's all set," he said with a grin, his anxiety forgotten. "You want to come over after school and listen to it?"

Sam nodded eagerly. "Absolutely. I'll bring the snacks."

David’s smile grew wider as he picked up his backpack. For a brief moment, it felt like everything could be okay. Like the world was big enough to hold his secret, and maybe, just maybe, a world where he could be himself. Even if his parents didn’t understand. Even if they would never see him as he truly was.

At least there was MSI. At least there was the music.

The bus ride home felt like an eternity to David. The rhythmic hum of the wheels against the pavement did nothing to ease the anxiety gnawing at his stomach. He fiddled with the strap of his backpack, his fingers running over the edges of the worn leather as he stared out the window. The world outside seemed brighter, cleaner, a stark contrast to the oppressive weight of home.

When the bus finally pulled up to his stop, David gathered his things quickly, avoiding the usual glare of the bus driver as he shuffled off the vehicle. The cold air hit him as soon as he stepped off the curb, and he pulled his jacket tighter around him, trying to fight off the unease creeping through his chest.

At home, his mom was already in the kitchen, her back turned to him as she stirred something on the stove. The scent of burning garlic made his stomach churn. His dad was sitting in the living room, staring blankly at the TV, the remote gripped tightly in one hand.

David hesitated by the door, knowing the conversation he was about to have wouldn’t be easy. He had been dreading it all day. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside and dropped his backpack on the floor.

“Hey, Mom, Dad, can I talk to you for a second?” he asked, his voice sounding a little smaller than he wanted it to.

His mom glanced up, her eyes narrowing. “What’s this about now, David?”

David swallowed hard, bracing himself. “I was wondering… if I could go hang out with Sam after school today. You know, Sam from school? The one I’ve told you about?”

His dad didn’t even look up from the TV, but his mom’s face twisted into a familiar frown. “I don’t know about that, David. You’ve got homework, and besides—” She paused, putting the spoon down with a clink. “You don’t need to be running around with someone like them.”

David’s heart sank. He knew exactly what she meant by them. Sam was different—had always been different. They didn’t care about what anyone thought, and their dad was always "busy with work," so it was just Sam most of the time. But that wasn’t what mattered. Sam made David feel like he wasn’t alone, that he wasn’t the only one who felt like the world was out of sync with who they were.

“I’ve got it under control,” David said quickly, trying to mask the pleading in his voice. “I can do my homework later, and we’re just gonna hang out at Sam’s. It’s not a big deal.”

His mom crossed her arms, eyeing him suspiciously. “It is a big deal. You shouldn’t be spending time with someone who—” She cut herself off, her eyes flicking to his dad, then back to him. “We’ve talked about this before, David. You need to focus on your studies, on the things that matter. And you certainly don’t need distractions like them.”

The sharp sting of rejection tightened in his chest. He bit his lip, trying to hold back the frustration that was bubbling up inside. “I’m not a distraction, Mom. Sam’s just my friend. You don’t even know them.”

“Exactly,” she said, her voice lowering to an almost dangerous tone. “I don’t know them, and I don’t need to. I don’t want you hanging out with someone who could influence you in ways I won’t allow.”

David’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. He wanted to scream, to tell her everything—that he was tired of pretending, tired of hiding, that Sam was the one person who made him feel seen. But instead, he took a deep breath, his voice coming out softer this time, tinged with quiet desperation.

“Please, Mom. Just this once. I promise I’ll be back early, and I won’t let it get in the way of anything. You won’t even notice.”

His dad finally spoke up, his voice gruff. “She’s right, David. You need to focus. Sam’s dad’s never around anyway, and they don’t have the right kind of… values.”

David’s throat tightened, the words hitting him harder than anything his mom had said. The idea that he wasn’t enough—that his family could never truly accept him for who he was—stung deeply, but he couldn’t give up. Not now.

“I’ll be fine,” he said, the words barely a whisper as he turned and walked toward his room, not waiting for their response. “I’ll be back before dinner.”

As he shut the door behind him, he leaned against it for a moment, closing his eyes, feeling the weight of the world pressing in. He could hear his parents’ voices rising behind the door, but he couldn’t make out the words. He didn’t want to hear them. Instead, he grabbed his phone and texted Sam:

“Not happening. My parents are being idiots. I’ll try again tomorrow.”

He sighed, staring at the screen. He hated how much of his life was spent fighting for things that should have been easy. But as he sat in his room, music blasting in his ears again, David clung to one thing that felt real: Sam’s friendship. And no matter how hard it got, he wasn’t going to let that go.

The night was colder than David expected as he crept quietly out of his room, his heart pounding in his chest. The house was dark and silent, his parents long since settled into their rooms for the night, probably glued to their respective screens, not caring to check on him anymore. His mom had already lectured him enough. He wasn’t about to sit in his room, sulking in the consequences of another failed attempt at connection.

So, he grabbed his jacket, tugged it tightly around himself, and slipped out the back door. His heart raced as the cool night air hit his skin, but the rush of defiance sent a thrill through his veins. He didn’t care. He couldn’t care. He just needed to be somewhere he felt free.

Sam’s house was only a few blocks away, and despite the cold, David’s feet moved quickly, the sound of his shoes echoing down the empty street. The streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement, and the world felt quiet and small, as though no one was watching.

When he finally turned onto Sam’s street, the familiar sight of their house came into view, but something was different tonight.

There, parked in the driveway, was a car that David hadn’t seen before. A sleek black sedan, clearly expensive, its headlights still faintly glowing from when it had pulled in.

David froze in his tracks, his mind suddenly swirling with doubt. Sam's dad? He had never been around before, always "too busy" with work, as Sam had told him countless times. But now, here he was, at the house—unannounced, unexpected. His stomach churned.

Still, David didn’t turn back. He had come this far. He couldn’t back out now.

He moved cautiously up the walkway, his breath visible in the chilly air. Before he could even reach the front door, Sam’s face appeared in the window, eyes wide as they spotted him.

David gave a small wave, trying to act casual, but his heart was beating a mile a minute. Sam quickly opened the door, and David slipped inside before anyone could notice.

“You came,” Sam whispered, a grin tugging at the corners of their mouth, but their expression faltered when they noticed David’s hesitation.

“Yeah,” David replied, trying to keep the tension from his voice. “But, uh… Sam, who’s the car outside?”

Sam looked over their shoulder quickly, as if to confirm David’s question, then back at him with a slight, knowing sigh.

“That’s my dad,” Sam said, voice low, a little uncomfortable. “He’s here for, like, five minutes, then he’s going to disappear again. I promise.”

David frowned. “But… you said he was always busy with work.”

“He is,” Sam muttered, rolling their eyes. “But sometimes he has to come home to, you know, show face. Don't worry about it. He's not here to bother anyone." They gave a small shrug, trying to play it off. “Just don’t talk to him, okay? He’s got... issues. I don’t really want him in my business.”

David’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t press. He could tell Sam wasn’t in the mood to explain more. “Okay,” he said slowly, still unsure. “You sure? I mean, what if—”

“It’s fine,” Sam interrupted, pulling David into the living room with a gentle nudge. “He’ll be in the office or whatever. He’s always working. I just don’t want him to hear us talking. Promise?”

David nodded, feeling a mix of curiosity and unease settle in his stomach. Sam’s dad sounded... complicated. But that wasn’t what he came here for. He came to escape. To feel free, even if it was just for a little while.

They settled onto the couch in the dim light of the living room, the glow of the TV flickering in the background. Sam quickly turned it off, but the silence in the air was heavy, thick with unspoken things.

"Thanks for letting me come over," David said, trying to make the best of the situation. "I needed this."

Sam smiled faintly. “I get it. But just don’t worry about him. He’s always here, but he's never really here.”

David didn’t answer, his mind still stuck on the strange feeling that lingered in the pit of his stomach. For a brief moment, he imagined what it might be like if Sam’s dad wasn’t such a ghost in their life. What if he showed up more often? What if he wasn’t "too busy" all the time? Sam wouldn’t have to carry that weight alone. They wouldn't have to feel so invisible.

But those thoughts slipped away as Sam handed him a bag of chips and popped open a soda.

“Music, right?” Sam grinned. “I swear, I thought you were going to suffocate yourself with all that MSI yesterday.”

David chuckled, the tension easing out of his shoulders for the first time all day. “You’re not wrong,” he said, taking the chips and sinking into the couch. “But, you know, it’s the only thing that keeps me going sometimes.”

Sam nodded in understanding, their eyes softening. "I get it," they murmured, before tossing him the remote. "Now, let’s get this music started, huh? Just you, me, and the chaos."

David grinned, the unease momentarily forgotten. They were safe, here together, in a space where they didn’t have to hide. And for a few hours at least, that was all that mattered.

David picks up his phone, glancing through the playlist. "come on, play the new album, not ICP, i mean i love icp but i wanna listen to msi's new album already!!!."

Sam shrugs, "Sure, whatever. You know I’m always down for some weird tunes."

David hits play, and the first chords of a chaotic MSI song fill the room. The bass shakes the floor, and the high-energy vocals blast through the speakers. David bobs his head in excitement.

Suddenly, a voice calls from the other room. "Sam, I’m home."

Sam raises his eyebrows. "Oh, great, Dad’s back. He’s been gone for a while."

David, still tapping his foot to the beat, glances over at Sam. "Who’s your dad anyway? Like, I know you said he’s barely around, but I’ve never really met him."

Sam, without missing a beat, stands up. "Oh, it’s James Uringer."

David freezes, his jaw dropping. He almost drops his phone. "Wait... JAMES URINGER?!"

Sam looks confused, turning to David. "Yeah, James Uringer. Why?"

David tries to calm himself down, heart racing, but he can't help the rush of excitement. James Uringer—of course, that name. That name could only be one person. "No way," he whispers, eyes wide. "Your dad’s JIMMY URINE?! THE JIMMY URINE?!"

Sam frowns, clearly not getting it. "Uh... yeah? He’s like, into music, I guess. Is that a big deal?"

David’s voice rises a little higher than usual, and he forces himself to lower it. "Okay, okay, just... you don’t understand. Jimmy Urine is the lead singer of Mindless Self Indulgence! He’s like... a legend in the punk and industrial scene, Sam!" He lowers his voice to a barely audible whisper, though it still bursts with excitement. "He’s a freaking genius, man! MSI is like... they're iconic! Everyone in the underground knows him!"

Sam shrugs, still not fully grasping the magnitude of the revelation. "Uh, okay, cool. So, why are you freaking out so much?"

David, trying his best to control himself, goes on, practically whisper-shouting now, "Sam, listen to me! If he’s your dad... then, like... you’re friends with the guy who’s practically a rockstar. Mindless Self Indulgence is everything! They’ve been breaking boundaries for years! He’s a punk legend, bro! Don’t... don’t tell him I said this, but he’s a freakin’ icon, alright?!"

Sam gives him a weird look, not fully understanding the gravity of the situation but nodding as if trying to play along. "Right... okay, dude. Just... relax. It's not that big of a deal."

David’s mind is racing as he desperately tries to act casual. He doesn’t want to seem like a total fanboy, but how could he not be? Jimmy Urine! In this house! And Sam had no idea! He watches the door as if any second, James might walk in and David will be forced to contain all his inner fan energy.

But then, Sam’s dad, James, walks in, his tall, wild presence unmistakable, his tousled hair like a rockstar’s signature. He glances at David and gives a nod of recognition, before heading toward the kitchen.

David, trying not to freak out, barely manages to hold it together. "Nice to meet you... Mr. Uringer..." he mutters, his voice trembling. Sam looks at him quizzically, but David just waves it off, trying to act chill even though his brain is screaming, I’m in the presence of punk royalty!

Sam, looking between his dad and David, then goes, "Yeah, David’s a little weird about music, so... don’t mind him."

David’s eyes almost pop out of his head, and he forces himself to breathe as James walks further into the house, unaware of how much of a rock legend his very existence is to David. "Yeah... I’m just... really into music," David stammers, internally losing his mind.

As James disappears into the kitchen, Sam shrugs and goes back to the couch. "Anyway, wanna hear the new song ICP just dropped with? Or should we just listen to some more MSI?"

David can barely focus, still freaking out over the fact that Sam’s dad is, like, the literal embodiment of rockstar coolness. "Uh... sure, we can listen to your stuff... later. But, like, maybe we could also... just one more MSI track? Please?"

Sam grins, finally getting a hint of how much David is geeking out. "Whatever, dude. But no more screaming at my dad, okay? He’s just James Uringer."

David nods, doing his best to compose himself. “Yeah, yeah... I’ll try not to freak out too much.” But inside, all he can think is Holy crap. I'm best friends with jimmy urine's son

Chapter 2

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After listening to a few more songs and stuffing their faces with pizza, David tries to focus on anything other than the fact that he’s literally in the same house as Jimmy Urine. But, no matter how hard he tries, his mind keeps drifting back to that one fact—Sam’s dad is JIMMY URINE. Every time the name pops up in his head, his stomach does this weird little flip.

Sam eventually heads off to do something else, leaving David alone in the living room, practically buzzing with nervous energy. He finds himself glancing at the hallway, where Jimmy’s room is. The temptation is too strong. Just say something casual. Just ask about Discord. No big deal. You’re just talking to Sam’s dad...

David’s heart races as he stands up, hands a little sweaty. He walks slowly toward the door to Jimmy’s room, knocking lightly before opening it a crack. “Uh, hey, Mr. Uringer...”

Jimmy, lounging on his bed with his usual smirk on his face, looks up from his phone. “Well, hey there, kid. What’s up?”

David fumbles with his words, trying to act cool even though he feels like he’s about to melt into a puddle of fanboy mush. “I—uh—I was wondering... if you, uh... have Discord?”

Jimmy raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. He can see the nerves radiating off David, and the way his words are tripping over each other. It’s almost too easy. “I do, actually. What, you wanna play some games or something?”

David tries to steady his breath. “No! I mean... maybe... I just wanted to, like, connect. With you. You know, talk about... stuff. Music, and... other stuff." He winces inside, hoping he’s not coming off too weird.

Jimmy’s smirk deepens. He’s totally aware of the way David is acting. It’s obvious as day that the kid is nervous, a little flustered, and maybe—just maybe—there’s more to it than just talking about music. He leans back, clearly enjoying himself.

“Well, alright then.” Jimmy casually taps away at his phone before looking back up. “Here’s my Discord tag. You can message me anytime you want to, kid.”

David steps forward cautiously, trying to keep his composure. Jimmy holds his phone up, showing him the Discord handle. As David takes a glance at it, his heart skips a beat. He can barely believe he’s standing in front of Jimmy Urine, let alone receiving his personal info.

“Thanks,” David says in a near whisper, barely able to contain his excitement.

Jimmy watches him closely, a knowing, mischievous look creeping across his face. He leans forward slightly, his smirk turning more confident, almost smug. “You sure you’re not gonna stalk me now, David? You seem kinda... into me.”

David’s face turns bright red. His mouth opens and closes, struggling to find the right words. “What?! No! I—It’s just... Discord is cool, and—“

Jimmy cuts him off, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having. “Relax, kid. I’m just messing with you. I can tell though—you’re not just into the music, huh?”

David flounders, flustered beyond belief, his mind racing. “I... I mean, I really like the music, but... uh...” He trails off, his voice getting quieter. “Okay, yeah, I think you’re really cool. I mean, you’re Jimmy Urine...”

Jimmy leans back against his pillows, his smirk stretching even wider. “Oh, I know. I get that a lot.”

David’s heart is pounding. “I... uh... I didn’t mean to make it weird or anything. I just... I think you’re, like, amazing.” He winces, realizing how completely un-cool he sounds, but he can’t stop now. "I mean, you’re like... a punk legend and I—"

Before David can spiral any further, Jimmy cuts him off with a soft chuckle. “Hey, hey. Don’t worry about it. I know what it's like. If I were you, I’d probably fangirl too.”

David can’t help it; he laughs nervously, even though his face is still burning. “I’m not... fangirling... I’m just... you’re really cool.”

Jimmy raises his eyebrows, clearly enjoying the power he holds over the situation. “Uh-huh. Sure, kid. Anyway, you got my Discord. You wanna talk more about MSI, or... are we gonna get real deep into some personal stuff next time?”

David stammers, trying to regain his composure. “Uh, yeah. Totally. Just, like, regular stuff.”

Jimmy gives a little nod. “Alright, kid. Just don’t get too weird on me, okay?”

David’s mind is racing as he retreats from the room, still holding Jimmy’s Discord tag. His face is burning hot, and his stomach is in knots. He walks down the hallway, trying to act like nothing happened, but the whole time, all he can think is Oh my god, Jimmy Urine just totally knew I had a crush on him.

As he gets back to the living room, he pulls out his phone, staring at the screen, barely believing what he just did.

And in the back of his mind, he’s already imagining what it’d be like to talk to Jimmy Urine on Discord...

David stands there in the doorway, still clutching Jimmy’s Discord tag in his hand, his heart hammering in his chest. He tries to act casual, but the heat rising in his cheeks is undeniable. It feels like the whole world is spinning. All he can think about is how he just talked to Jimmy Urine—and Jimmy knew he had a crush on him. The realization hits him hard, and his mind starts going a million miles a minute.

Before he even knows what’s happening, his body seems to take over. With a sudden, almost involuntary movement, David steps forward, arms outstretched, and he pulls Jimmy into a tight hug.

Jimmy’s eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn’t resist. He pats David’s back with one hand, still wearing that amused smirk. "Easy there, kid. You sure you’re okay?"

David, completely caught up in the moment, pulls away a little too quickly, his face burning with embarrassment. "Oh my god, I’m so sorry!" He stammers, his voice a pitch higher than usual. “I didn’t mean to—"

But before Jimmy can say anything else, David’s already turning and bolting toward Sam’s room like his feet are on fire. The hallway seems to stretch forever, but David makes it to Sam’s door in record time, slamming it open and darting inside.

Sam looks up from his phone, blinking in confusion. "What the heck, dude? Why are you all red?"

David, still flustered, leaps onto Sam’s bed and buries his face into the pillow, his entire body shaking with excitement. His heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might explode. If he had a tail right now, it would be wagging like crazy, like some hyperactive puppy that couldn’t contain its joy.

Sam raises an eyebrow, watching David from across the room. "Yo, are you okay? You act like you just met a rockstar or something."

David’s muffled voice comes from the pillow, his words barely audible as he squeaks out, “I—I did. I really did.”

Sam shrugs, clearly not understanding the magnitude of what just happened. "Alright, weirdo. Whatever you say."

But David doesn’t care. He could care less that Sam’s not getting it. His mind is spinning, racing with thoughts of the hug, the way Jimmy had smiled, the way he’d known. He had talked to Jimmy Urine. And it had been... amazing. He’s pretty sure he could never go back to normal after this. His whole world had just shifted, and no matter how much he tried to hide it, his heart couldn’t stop racing.

For a moment, David just lies there, grinning like a fool into Sam’s pillow. He’s sure that at any minute, he might start bouncing off the walls. But for now, he’s content just letting the moment sink in.

David can barely sit still. His heart is still racing as he pulls his phone from his pocket, trying to act casual, but his fingers are shaking as he opens Discord. He’s looking at Jimmy’s tag. Jimmy Urine. He can hardly believe it. It’s all real.

He taps on the message icon, biting his lip as he tries to think of something cool to say. His mind is blank. His fingers hover over the keys before he starts typing, backspacing, typing again, then deleting everything. He’s actually messaging Jimmy Urine, and he has no idea what to even say. He’s totally fanboying.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Sam’s already starting up Jurassic Park, tossing a bowl of popcorn into his lap and plopping down on the couch. He looks over at David, who’s sitting on the bed, feet kicking back and forth excitedly as he continues to stare at his phone like it holds the secrets of the universe.

"Yo, are you seriously texting my dad right now?" Sam asks, clearly amused, as he tosses a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

David, looking like he's about to explode, finally taps send. The message goes through, and his heart skips. "I just... wanted to say thanks again for the Discord. It’s really cool that you gave it to me. You’ve been such an inspiration, and, uh... you probably get this a lot, but... I think you’re amazing."

He stares at the screen, feeling both proud and mortified at the same time. It’s the most embarrassing message ever, but it’s also kind of perfect in its sincerity. His feet keep kicking back and forth on the bed, like he can’t contain all the energy bubbling inside him.

From the living room, Sam calls out again, still not fully understanding the magnitude of what’s going on. "Dude, chill! It’s just my dad. You don’t need to get all fanboy-y."

David's cheeks go even redder, and he shouts back, “I’m not fanboying! I’m just, uh... I’m just being normal!”

Sam scoffs, clearly not buying it, but he doesn’t press. "Yeah, whatever, man. I’m watching dinosaurs eat people, so... catch you later with your... fanboying."

David doesn’t even hear him. He’s too focused on the screen, anxiously waiting for a reply from Jimmy. His heart is still racing. If there were any doubt before, it’s gone now—he definitely has a crush on Jimmy Urine. And the idea that Jimmy is actually going to read this message and probably reply? It’s too much to handle.

His phone buzzes.

Jimmy Urine: Haha, no problem, kid. I know how it feels to meet your idols. Just don’t get too weird about it, alright?

David can hardly breathe as he stares at the screen, processing the words. He replied. Jimmy Urine, the Jimmy Urine, actually replied to him.

David’s feet are kicking like crazy now. He can’t help it. He’s a mess of excitement. His whole body is vibrating. He wants to scream, but he knows he can’t. So instead, he just grins like a giddy teenager (because he is one), replying quickly: "I swear I’m not weird, I’m just... uh, really happy you replied. Thanks for being cool. You’re literally the best."

After he sends the message, he throws his phone down onto the bed, covering his face with his hands and groaning into the pillow. “Oh my god, what am I doing?”

In the other room, Sam is eating popcorn, oblivious to the chaos unfolding in David’s mind. He calls back, not looking up from the movie. “Hey, you coming to watch the dinosaurs eat people, or are you gonna keep texting my dad about how awesome he is?”

David just mumbles from the bed, “I’m not fanboying, Sam!”

And with that, he picks his phone up again, completely immersed in the conversation with Jimmy. His excitement is so overwhelming, it's like he’s floating on air. Somewhere deep down, he knows he’s making a fool of himself, but he doesn’t care. He’s chatting with Jimmy Urine, and for once, nothing else in the world matters.

After the movie ended, David’s heart was still racing. He tried to enjoy the rest of Jurassic Park, but his mind kept drifting back to Jimmy Urine. The whole evening had been a surreal whirlwind, and now, as the night wore on, reality was starting to creep back in.

Sam tossed his empty popcorn bowl aside and looked over at David. "You good, man? You’ve been acting all weird, like you’re in another universe or something."

David only half-listened, nodding absentmindedly. “Yeah, I’m fine... just tired.”

Sam didn’t press him further, but David could feel it—he wasn’t fooling anyone. His excitement was practically vibrating out of him. When Sam finally got up to walk him to the door, David couldn’t help but feel a little... well, sad. Sad that the night was over. Sad that he had to leave Sam’s place and go back to his own mundane life.

As he stepped outside, the cool night air hit him, grounding him. He stood at the end of the driveway for a moment, staring at his phone one last time, still holding onto that glowing message from Jimmy. He sighed, looking up at the stars, feeling the bittersweet sting of reality creeping in.

It was late, and he was trying to keep his cool, but all he wanted to do was text Jimmy more. Maybe talk about more MSI songs or just... keep the conversation going. But he knew he had to go back home, so he forced himself to shove his phone back into his pocket and walked to his house.

Sneaking back into his own room, David felt like he was in the middle of a dream. He wasn’t ready to face the boring reality of school tomorrow. He wasn’t ready for everything to go back to normal. So he did what any kid trying to hold onto their excitement would do—he climbed up to his window, quietly pulling it open.

The familiar creak of the window echoed in the silence, but David didn’t care. He was a pro at sneaking in by now. With a little shimmy and a quiet hop, he slid into his room, landing softly on the carpet. He glanced at the clock—late. The last thing he wanted to do was wake up his parents.

With a sigh, he slipped off his shoes, his school uniform still on him from the long day. He kicked it off to the side, letting it fall in a heap on the floor, and collapsed onto his bed. The soft sheets felt comforting against his skin, but his mind kept replaying every moment of the night—the hug, the texts, the fact that Jimmy Urine had actually talked to him. The warmth in his chest spread to his face, and he smiled, unable to stop himself.

His phone buzzed one last time before he shut his eyes. Jimmy Urine: Get some sleep, kid. You’ll need it for school tomorrow.

David’s heart fluttered again, his face lighting up even in the darkness. He didn’t even respond—he just tucked the phone under his pillow and let out a soft sigh, a giddy smile still on his face. As he settled under the covers, he felt like the whole world had shifted, even though it was just one night.

The thoughts of Jimmy and MSI swirled in his head like a sweet lullaby as his eyelids grew heavier. It was hard to say goodbye to such an amazing night, but somehow, he knew it wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning.

And with that, David finally drifted off to sleep, his heart still racing as dreams of rockstars and music played through his mind.

Chapter 3

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David wakes up to the soft buzz of his alarm clock. The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, spilling warm streaks of gold across his neatly made bed. He rubs his eyes and lets out a quiet groan before rolling over and reaching for his phone on the nightstand. He unlocks it instinctively, but there are no new notifications yet—just the time staring back at him: 6:45 AM.

Throwing the covers off, David sits up, his feet touching the cold floor. The memories of the night before rush back to him like a sudden wave—meeting Sam's dad, Jimmy Urine, in person for the first time. Jimmy had been polite and charismatic, just as he'd imagined. David feels a small flutter in his chest remembering the way Jimmy’s laughter had filled the room, how effortlessly cool he was, and—well, yeah, he’d been charming. Too charming, maybe.

David shakes his head to clear the thought, suppressing a smile. Focus, David. School first, daydreams later.

He trudges to the bathroom, toothbrush in hand, and glances at himself in the mirror. His hair is a mess, sticking up in a million directions, but his face lights up when he realizes something—he’s still wearing the sweatshirt he borrowed from Sam last night. It smells faintly like Jimmy’s cologne, and that realization turns his cheeks a faint shade of pink. He hurriedly brushes his teeth, working through the fog of sleep while the events of last night play on repeat in his mind.

Just as he finishes rinsing his mouth, a buzz from his phone in the next room catches his attention. Curious, he towels off his face and rushes back to grab it. His heart skips a beat when he sees the name lighting up his screen: Jimmy.

It's a text. Simple, casual.

Jimmy: Morning, David. I hope you're feeling awake today—I think Sam said something about a quiz?

David’s thumb hovers over the keyboard, his pulse racing. A text from Jimmy. What’s the right tone? Cool? Casual? Should he even reply right away?

For a moment, he just stares at the screen, half of him wanting to scream into a pillow and the other half too busy smiling to care.

David sits cross-legged on his bed, clutching his phone. His mind spins as he re-reads the text from Jimmy, heart pounding like a bassline in one of his songs. After a few deep breaths (and reminding himself to act normal), he begins typing:

David:
sam's in 7th im in 8th i have different teachers and stuff compared to them... it would be so cool if you were a substitute teacher for like a day.. please.. please

He sends it before he can overthink, biting his lip nervously as the tiny "sent" notification pops up. Immediately, a wave of self-consciousness hits him. Was it too much? Too weird? He tosses his phone onto the bed and stares at the ceiling, willing himself not to spiral.

But then his phone buzzes again. Jimmy replied.

Jimmy:
Haha, a substitute teacher, huh? I’d be a terrible one. You’d all just end up with music lessons and no homework. Think the school board would go for that?

David bursts into a grin, feeling his chest warm at the playful tone. He types back quickly, trying to keep the momentum going.

David:
that's literally the dream, tho?? way better than pre-algebra. i’d actually learn something useful for once lol

The bubbles indicating Jimmy is typing appear almost instantly.

Jimmy:
Fair point. Alright, kid, if the school ever calls me up for sub duty, I'll make you my assistant. Deal?

David’s face is practically glowing at this point, his crush only intensifying.

David:
deal!! pinky swear

The conversation might’ve been casual, but to David, it feels monumental. He flops back onto his bed, phone pressed to his chest, wishing the day would slow down so he could savor this moment just a little longer.

David hops out of bed, the lingering warmth from Jimmy’s text giving him a pep in his step. He shuffles to the bathroom with his toothbrush in hand, humming quietly to himself—some upbeat melody that he can’t quite place but feels good nonetheless.

As he squeezes toothpaste onto the brush, he catches his reflection in the mirror. His hair is still a wild mess, but his smile is undeniable. He doesn’t even try to hide it. A little laugh slips out as he shakes his head at himself.

He begins brushing his teeth, the minty foam bubbling up as he sways slightly, his reflection bobbing along with him. He thinks about Jimmy’s text again—his playful tone, the way he immediately humored David’s substitute teacher idea—and the grin sneaks back onto his face.

“Assistant to the coolest substitute teacher ever,” David mumbles through a mouthful of toothpaste, his words garbled but his tone light. He spits, rinses, and pats his face dry with a towel.

Grabbing his comb, he drags it through his hair, taming the chaos as best he can. He leans closer to the mirror, tilting his head left and right to make sure everything looks just right. **No bad hair days allowed, not when you’re in such a good mood.**

Satisfied, David steps back and takes a deep breath, still smiling. The day feels a little brighter, a little more full of possibilities. He might just be heading to school, but today already feels like something special.

David steps back into his room, the glow from his earlier conversation with Jimmy still lingering but now mixing with the heaviness of his morning routine. He walks over to his closet and pulls out his school uniform—a long skirt that his parents insist on, neatly pressed and hanging next to his blouses.

He stares at it for a moment, his chest tightening just a little. **It’s just clothes,** he tells himself, even though it doesn’t feel that simple.

Underneath the skirt, he slips on a pair of pants—black and fitted, ones that make him feel like *himself.* They’re his small, secret act of defiance, a quiet way of saying, *This is who I am, even if you can’t see it.* He tucks the pants neatly into his boots, ensuring the long skirt drapes over them perfectly, hiding any trace of what lies underneath.

David adjusts the skirt in front of the mirror, smoothing it down with his hands. His reflection stares back at him, and for a moment, he hesitates. His parents would lose their minds if they knew the truth—if they knew about the pants, about him being a boy, about all of it. But they don’t, and for now, that’s enough.

Buttoning up his white blouse, David lets out a quiet sigh and rolls his shoulders, grounding himself. He grabs his school bag from the corner of his room and slings it over one shoulder, catching his reflection again before heading out.

David races down the sidewalk, his school bag bouncing against his back as he hurries to catch up with his older sister, Maggie. She’s already a few steps ahead, walking at her usual brisk pace. “Come on, slowpoke!” she teases, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk.

“I’m not slow! You’re just freakishly fast,” David calls back, quickening his steps until he’s jogging alongside her. His skirt flutters in the chilly morning air, but he barely notices—his mind is buzzing with excitement.

As they near the bus stop, David spots Sam already waiting, leaning against the lamppost with their headphones on, nodding along to a beat only they can hear. Sam grins and gives a small wave when they see David approaching.

“Morning!” David chirps, a little breathless from the run.

“Morning,” Sam replies, pulling down their headphones to rest around their neck. “You seem… unusually happy today. Something I should know about?”

David just shrugs, though the grin on his face betrays him. “Nope. Just a good morning, that’s all.”

Maggie raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything, instead busying herself with her phone as she leans against the bus stop sign.

As the minutes pass, David fidgets with the waistband of his skirt, feeling the weight of it more than usual now that he’s with Sam, someone who knows *him*. Sam gives him a knowing look, raising an eyebrow. “You gonna do it, or what?”

Glancing quickly at Maggie, who’s still absorbed in whatever she’s scrolling through, David takes a deep breath. “Yeah,” he mutters, mostly to himself.

In one smooth motion, he pulls the skirt down, revealing the pants underneath. He stuffs the skirt into his bag as quickly as possible, his hands moving almost on autopilot.

Sam grins wide. “Much better,” they say, giving him an approving nod.

David laughs nervously, brushing imaginary lint off his pants. “Thanks. It feels better, too.”

Maggie looks up from her phone just in time to catch the last bit. “What feels better?” she asks absentmindedly.

David freezes for a split second, but Sam jumps in smoothly, “Stretching his legs. Skirts are annoying to move in, right?”

“Yeah!” David adds quickly. “So annoying.”

Maggie shrugs, clearly not invested enough to press further, and goes back to her phone.

David exhales quietly, exchanging a grateful glance with Sam. The bus pulls up moments later, and as they climb on, David feels lighter. He adjusts his bag strap and takes a seat next to Sam, smiling to himself. For now, he feels like he’s starting the day as the real him.

As the bus pulls into the school parking lot, David gathers his things, slipping the skirt back over his pants with practiced ease. He tries not to think about the weight in his chest as he and Sam step off the bus and head inside.

The hallways buzz with the usual morning chaos—friends greeting each other, lockers slamming, and teachers reminding students to head to their homegroups. David and Sam walk side by side, but David can already feel the moment slipping away.

“This sucks,” David mutters, glancing over at Sam as they near the split in the hallway.

“Hey, it’s not *that* bad,” Sam says, nudging him with their elbow. “It’s a B day, remember? We’ve got first hour together. You’ll survive homegroup.”

David nods, but the small reassurance doesn’t fully lift his spirits. “Yeah, I guess. Just hate starting the day apart.”

Sam rolls their eyes playfully. “You’re so dramatic. It’s literally, like, twenty minutes. You’ll be fine, and then we’ll catch up in first hour. Promise.”

David sighs, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Fine. But if I die of boredom in homegroup, it’s your fault.”

Sam laughs. “Deal.”

They part ways at the junction, Sam heading toward the science wing while David trudges toward his own classroom. The energy he’d felt earlier that morning is starting to fade, replaced by the dull hum of routine.

He slides into his usual seat in homegroup, nodding half-heartedly at a few classmates as he sets his bag down. The teacher drones on about announcements, upcoming events, and other school updates, but David barely listens. His thoughts drift to first hour, where he knows Sam will be waiting, ready to make some stupid joke or share some random story to get him laughing again.

The clock on the wall seems to move slower than usual, each second dragging out painfully. But whenever David catches himself slumping or sighing, he remembers: it’s a B day. And B days mean Sam.

That thought alone is enough to keep him going until the bell finally rings. Grabbing his bag, David bolts out the door and heads straight for first hour, where he knows his best friend is waiting to turn his morning around.

As David hurries down the hallway toward first hour, he pops in his earbuds, pulling up his favorite playlist on his phone. It’s filled with songs by Mindless Self Indulgence—Jimmy Urine’s unmistakable voice and chaotic energy filling his ears almost instantly.

Today, though, it’s all about their new album. He’d stayed up late the night before listening to it, but now, with the school bustling around him, the music feels even better. The sharp beats, wild lyrics, and electric energy sync perfectly with his mood, making him feel untouchable.

He can’t help but smile as he mouths along to the words, the absurdity and humor in Jimmy’s voice making him laugh softly to himself. **How can anyone be so cool?** he wonders, his steps practically bouncing with every beat.

By the time he reaches the door to first hour, David’s grinning ear to ear. He pauses just outside the classroom, taking a moment to finish the current track before pulling out his earbuds. The chorus plays in his head even after he stops the music, and he hums it under his breath as he walks in.

Sam is already there, slouched in their usual seat near the window. They glance up and immediately notice the pep in David’s step.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” Sam teases, raising an eyebrow.

David flops into the seat next to them, still humming the tune softly. “I’ve been listening to the new MSI album. It’s, like, *so* good. Jimmy’s voice is insane on this one.”

Sam smirks. “You’ve been obsessed with that album since it dropped. Let me guess—repeating your favorite track for the fiftieth time?”

David laughs. “Guilty. I can’t help it, okay? It’s just *so* good.”

Sam chuckles, shaking their head. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah, yeah.” David shrugs, still smiling. He knows he’s being a little over the top, but he doesn’t care. Right now, between the music in his head and Sam beside him, the day feels like it can’t get any better.

The lunchroom buzzes with the usual chaos—students chatting, trays clattering, and the hum of conversations filling the air. David stands in the lunch line next to Sam, trying to decide between pizza or whatever questionable casserole the cafeteria’s serving today.

His phone vibrates in his pocket, and he pulls it out instinctively. The moment he sees the notification—**Jimmy Urine sent you a message on Discord**—his heart skips a beat.

He unlocks his phone with a speed that would impress even the fastest texter and reads the simple message:

**Jimmy:** *hru?*

David’s jaw drops, and before he can stop himself, he lets out an audible squeal, bouncing on his toes. Sam looks at him with a mix of amusement and concern.

“Uh, you good?” Sam asks, raising an eyebrow.

David turns to them, his face lit up like a Christmas tree. “It’s *Jimmy!* He texted me on Discord!”

Sam smirks. “Oh my god. You’re actually squealing right now.”

“Shut up,” David hisses, though he’s too excited to care about how loud he’s being. He types back a response so quickly he almost fumbles his phone:

**David:** *IM IN THE LUNCHLINE WITH SAM!!!*

The message sends, and David clutches his phone to his chest like it’s some kind of sacred artifact. He’s practically vibrating with excitement, drawing a few curious glances from the students in line behind him.

Sam snickers. “What’s my dad gonna think when he sees all caps like that? You’re gonna scare the guy.”

David waves them off, his grin unshakable. “He’s gonna think I’m enthusiastic, *which I am.*”

Sam rolls their eyes but can’t help smiling at David’s sheer joy. “Fair enough. So, what’s the plan? You gonna freak out every time he texts you now?”

“Obviously,” David replies, his voice bubbling with giddiness.

As the line inches forward, David keeps glancing at his phone, half-wondering if Jimmy will reply before he even gets his food. Whatever happens, though, this lunch break is already unforgettable.

David steps out of the lunch line, tray in hand, balancing a modest selection of tater tots and a shiny red apple. He scans the cafeteria, weaving through the sea of students until he spots his usual table—a cluster of the so-called "weird kids," where he’s always felt the most at home.

The group is an eclectic mix: there’s Mia, who’s currently trying to balance a spoon on her nose while arguing with Josh about conspiracy theories, and Taylor, who’s busy sketching something elaborate in the corner of their notebook. A few others are scattered around, each doing their own quirky thing, creating a space that’s chaotic but welcoming.

David slides into his usual seat next to Sam, who’s already halfway through their sandwich. “Look who decided to join the land of the living,” violet says, smirking as the spoon finally clatters to the table.

David rolls his eyes but can’t stop smiling. “You’re just jealous you didn’t get tater tots,” he teases, popping one into his mouth.

“So what was that whole squealing thing about earlier?” Sam asks, leaning back in their chair with a knowing grin.

David’s cheeks flush, but he doesn’t even try to hide his excitement. “jimmy texted me. On Discord.”

The table collectively pauses for a moment, all eyes on David. “*The* Jimmy?” Alex asks, looking up from their sketchbook.

“Yes! *The* Jimmy!” David says, almost bouncing in his seat.

violet lets out a dramatic gasp. “Oh my god. Are you, like, besties with a celebrity now?”

David laughs. “No, but we’re… I don’t know. Talking. He asked me how I’m doing.”

Althea leans in, her expression exaggeratedly serious. “And how *are* you doing, David? I feel like this is a critical moment in your life.”

“I’m doing amazing, thank you very much,” David replies, grinning ear to ear. He takes another bite of his tater tots, glancing down at his phone on the table, half-hoping for another message.

The rest of the group starts chatting again, the energy as lively and chaotic as ever. But David just sits back, enjoying his food and the warmth of being surrounded by his friends. Between the table of weirdos and the buzz of excitement from Jimmy’s text, this lunch period feels pretty close to perfect.

David's phone buzzes on the table, and he grabs it instantly, the screen lighting up with a Discord notification from **Jimmy Urine**. His heart skips as he opens it, already grinning.

The message reads:
**Jimmy:** *ur so cute i wish i could be there with you right now*

David freezes for a second, rereading the text at least five times. His face heats up, and he claps his hand over his mouth to stifle the happy squeal threatening to burst out. His heart is pounding so hard he swears everyone at the table can hear it.

“What’s up with you?” Sam asks, leaning over to peek at David’s phone. David quickly pulls it to his chest, shielding it like it’s some priceless treasure.

“N-nothing!” David stammers, though his glowing expression gives everything away.

“Uh-huh. Sure,” Sam says, smirking knowingly.

David turns his focus back to his phone, fingers hovering over the keyboard as he tries to come up with a reply. His hands are shaking a little, and his head is spinning. *Jimmy thinks I’m cute?* He can hardly believe it.

Finally, he types back:

**David:** *omg jimmy ur gonna make me die from happiness rn skskksks i wish u were here too 😭*

He sends the message and immediately buries his face in his hands, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions—happiness, disbelief, and maybe just a little bit of nerves.

“You okay over there?” Mia asks, raising an eyebrow.

David peeks out from behind his hands, unable to suppress his grin. “I’m more than okay,” he says, his voice soft but full of glee.

The table erupts into curious chatter, but David barely hears them. His mind is too busy replaying Jimmy’s words over and over again: *“ur so cute.”* It’s a moment he knows he’ll remember forever.

After the final bell rings, David pulls out his phone to text his mom.

**David:** *Hey, just letting you know Sam’s mom is picking us up like usual. I’ll be home later.*

He hits send and slides the phone back into his pocket as he and Sam walk together down the hill outside the school. The fresh afternoon air feels nice after a long day, though David can’t help but feel that giddy buzz still lingering in his chest from lunch.

Sam nudges him lightly. “Hey, heads up—my dad’s picking us up today instead of my mom.”

David stops mid-step, trying (and failing) to keep his face neutral. His heart skips a beat, and he grips the strap of his bag a little tighter. “Oh, uh… cool,” he says, his voice a little higher than usual.

Sam squints at him, their expression a mix of suspicion and amusement. “You okay? You’ve been acting kinda weird ever since lunch.”

“What? No, I’m fine!” David says quickly, his cheeks flushing. He tries to play it cool, focusing on the gravel under his feet as they continue walking.

Sam smirks. “Sure, *fine.* Totally not freaking out about seeing my dad again or anything.”

David groans. “I’m *not*! It’s just… he’s really cool, okay?”

“Uh-huh.” Sam snickers. “You’re so bad at hiding stuff. I swear, if you get all starry-eyed when he pulls up, I’m never letting you live it down.”

David glares at them, though it’s hard to look serious when he’s fighting a smile. “I’m not gonna get starry-eyed. Chill.”

But inside, his heart is racing. The idea of seeing Jimmy again—talking to him, being in the same space—has his stomach doing backflips. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

As they reach the bottom of the hill, David spots a familiar car pulling up. He glances at Sam, who’s already grinning, and suddenly feels like his feet are made of lead. *Okay, David,* he thinks. *Play it cool. Totally cool.*

But as Jimmy rolls down the window and gives them a casual wave, David can already feel that goofy grin creeping onto his face. Staying calm might be harder than he thought.

David hesitates for just a second as he climbs into the back seat, expecting to slide in next to Sam like usual. But before he can settle, Jimmy turns around in the driver’s seat, his trademark mischievous smile lighting up his face. He pats the empty passenger seat next to him.

“C’mon, kiddo, sit up here with me,” Jimmy says, his voice warm and playful.

David freezes, his heart skipping a beat. *He wants me to sit up front? With him?* His brain feels like it’s short-circuiting as he glances at Sam, who’s smirking knowingly in the back seat.

“Don’t keep him waiting, David,” Sam teases, leaning back with a smug grin. “Go on, he doesn’t bite.”

David gulps, his face burning as he quickly nods and moves to the front. His hands feel a little shaky as he clicks the seatbelt into place, trying not to look directly at Jimmy, but it’s impossible to ignore the magnetic energy he exudes.

As Jimmy starts driving, his signature grin doesn’t waver. He glances at David out of the corner of his eye. “So, how was school?” he asks casually, his tone light but full of that distinct charm.

“It, uh, it was good,” David stammers, fiddling with the hem of his uniform shirt. “Pretty normal, I guess.”

Jimmy chuckles softly. “Normal, huh? You don’t strike me as a ‘normal’ kind of kid.”

David’s face flushes, and he looks down, smiling shyly. “I guess not,” he mumbles.

Sam, from the back seat, snickers. “He’s definitely not. He was squealing in the lunch line today like a little kid over—”

David spins around in his seat, eyes wide. “*Sam!*” he hisses, his voice a mix of panic and embarrassment.

Jimmy raises an eyebrow, amused. “Oh? What were you squealing about?”

David sinks into his seat, wishing he could disappear. “N-nothing!” he blurts out, his voice cracking.

Jimmy just laughs, that signature, slightly chaotic laugh that David recognizes from countless songs. “Alright, I’ll let you keep your secrets—for now.”

David relaxes slightly, though his heart is still pounding. As they drive, he steals little glances at Jimmy, unable to believe he’s sitting next to him, talking to him. The whole thing feels surreal, like a dream he doesn’t want to wake up from.

Chapter 4

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As Jimmy pulls into the driveway of Sam’s house, David can feel his pulse quickening. The house itself is normal enough—just a regular suburban home—but to David, it feels like some kind of magical portal. He’s sitting in Jimmy Urine’s car, about to step foot into Jimmy Urine’s house.

Jimmy parks the car and steps out, casually opening the back door for Sam. “Alright, kiddo, you’re home,” he says with a grin. Sam rolls their eyes at the formality but hops out, grabbing their bag.

Then, to David’s absolute shock and delight, Jimmy walks around to his side of the car, opening the passenger door for him as well. “And you, David,” he says, flashing that signature, devil-may-care smile.

David sits frozen for a moment, his hands gripping his bag so tightly his knuckles turn white. Every part of him wants to leap out of the car and wrap Jimmy in a hug—or worse, plant a kiss right on that smirking face. But he knows he can’t. He can barely even move, let alone act on the flood of emotions coursing through him.

“Hey,” Jimmy says softly, leaning in a little and snapping David out of his thoughts. “You okay?”

David jolts, realizing he’s been sitting there like a deer in headlights. “Y-yeah! Sorry, I just… zoned out,” he stammers, fumbling to unbuckle his seatbelt and grab his bag.

Jimmy chuckles, stepping back to give David room. “No worries, kid. Long day, huh?”

David nods, stepping out of the car and onto the driveway. “Yeah… something like that,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jimmy shuts the door behind him, standing just a little too close, and David can feel his presence like an electric current. “Well, come on in,” Jimmy says, gesturing toward the house. “Sam’s probably already raided the fridge, but there might still be something good left.”

David manages a small laugh, clutching his bag tightly to keep himself grounded. As he follows Jimmy toward the house, he reminds himself to breathe. Don’t freak out, don’t freak out, don’t freak out, he repeats in his head.

But as Jimmy holds the door open for him, flashing that same mischievous smile, David can’t help the giddy little flutter in his chest.

(this is what it feels like for me to see a photo of jimmy urine btw)

As David steps inside the house, he quickly pulls out his phone, his fingers flying across the screen as he texts his mom:

David: Hey, just letting you know I’m staying at Sam’s for a few hours. I’ll head home later!

He hits send and tucks his phone away, trying to play it cool. But out of the corner of his eye, he notices Jimmy watching him. Jimmy’s smirk grows just a little wider, his sharp eyes glinting with amusement.

“What’s that about?” Jimmy asks casually, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. His tone is playful, but there’s an edge of curiosity in it.

“Oh, um…” David stammers, his cheeks burning as he adjusts his bag on his shoulder. “Just letting my mom know I’ll be here for a while. She… likes to know where I am.”

Jimmy chuckles softly, the sound low and teasing. “Responsible. I like that,” he says, pushing off the doorframe and heading toward the kitchen. “Come on, kid. Make yourself at home.”

David nods quickly, his heart racing as he follows Jimmy further into the house. Sam’s already sprawled out on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV like they own the place—which, technically, they do.

“You guys want anything?” Jimmy calls over his shoulder as he opens the fridge, peering inside.

“I’m good,” Sam replies lazily, not even looking up from the remote.

David, on the other hand, feels like his throat is too dry to speak. “Uh, no, I’m fine,” he finally manages, his voice cracking slightly.

Jimmy grins to himself, grabbing a drink for himself before closing the fridge. “Suit yourself,” he says, cracking open the can and leaning casually against the counter. His gaze flickers to David, who’s still standing awkwardly by the edge of the room, looking like he doesn’t quite know where to put himself.

“You gonna stand there all night, or you gonna sit down?” Jimmy teases, nodding toward the couch.

David flushes and quickly moves to sit beside Sam, clutching his bag like it’s a lifeline. He can feel Jimmy’s eyes on him, and he bites his lip, trying to hide the stupid grin threatening to spread across his face.

Jimmy casually walks over to the couch, a can in his hand, and plops down right next to David—closer than David was expecting. David’s heart starts racing, but before he can even process the proximity, Jimmy places a hand lightly on his back and gently nudges him.

“C’mon, don’t sit on the edge like you’re scared of me,” Jimmy says, smirking as he effortlessly forces David to scoot closer.

David’s face turns bright red, but he doesn’t resist. To him, this isn’t weird or uncomfortable—it’s Jimmy, after all. His idol, the guy he’s admired for years. This is just Jimmy being... Jimmy.

“O-oh, okay,” David stammers, moving closer until their legs are almost touching. He can feel the warmth radiating from Jimmy’s presence, and it’s making his head spin.

Sam glances over from the other side of the couch, raising an eyebrow but not saying anything. They know their dad’s eccentric personality and don’t think much of it, though they can’t help but notice David’s flustered reaction.

Jimmy leans back, resting his arm along the back of the couch, his fingers brushing lightly against David’s shoulder. “There, that’s better,” he says with a grin, as though this level of closeness is the most natural thing in the world.

David, meanwhile, is trying not to combust. His mind is racing with thoughts like, This is really happening. Jimmy wants me closer. He’s so cool and casual about it. I can’t freak out—I have to play it cool too.

“So, David,” Jimmy says, his voice smooth and teasing. “Sam tells me you’re a fan.”

David’s eyes widen, and he glances at Sam, who’s suddenly very interested in the TV. “Uh, y-yeah,” David admits, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “I’ve, um, listened to your music for years. It’s… really good.”

Jimmy chuckles, clearly amused by David’s nervousness. “Glad to hear it. I knew I liked you for a reason,” he says, his tone light but carrying just enough charm to make David’s heart skip a beat.

David swallows hard, trying not to smile too much. This feels like a dream—a surreal dream

David can't hold it in anymore. All the excitement, nervousness, and overwhelming emotions bubble up to the surface. With a high-pitched squeal, he suddenly throws himself into Jimmy, wrapping his arms tightly around him in an impulsive hug.

Jimmy’s eyes widen in surprise for a split second before he chuckles, his body relaxing into the embrace. “Whoa there, buddy,” he says, his tone amused but not dismissive. He gently pats David’s back, clearly unbothered by the sudden display of affection.

David squeezes him a little tighter, his face buried against Jimmy’s chest. “I-I’m sorry, I just—this is so unreal! You’re, like, my favorite person ever, and you’re so nice, and you wanted me to sit closer, and I just—”

Jimmy cuts him off with a laugh, rubbing David’s back lightly. “Alright, alright, I get it,” he says, grinning down at the younger boy. “You’re a hugger. Nothing wrong with that.”

Sam, who’s still sitting on the couch, rolls their eyes but can’t help smirking. “You’re gonna suffocate him, David.”

David immediately pulls back, his face turning bright red. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” he says, scrambling to sit upright again, his hands nervously clutching his lap.

Jimmy waves him off, clearly unfazed. “Relax, kid. It’s all good.” He flashes his signature grin, leaning back against the couch. “You’ve got good energy. I like that.”

David’s heart soars at the compliment, and he fidgets with the hem of his shirt, smiling shyly. “Thanks,” he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Just don’t make it a habit,” Jimmy teases, shooting him a wink.

David lets out a nervous laugh, still glowing from the interaction. He leans back into the couch, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach. Sitting next to Jimmy, hugging him, hearing him say he likes David’s energy-- HES GONNA CRY!!!

David can't contain himself anymore. His excitement spills over as he bounces a few times on the couch, scooting closer and closer to Jimmy with every jump. Finally, without even thinking, he leans in and rubs his face against Jimmy’s chest like an affectionate cat, his heart racing as he nuzzles against his idol.

Jimmy blinks in surprise but quickly bursts out laughing, the sound loud and full of amusement. “Well, aren’t you just a little ball of energy,” he says, looking down at David with a grin. “What are you, part cat?”

David doesn’t care how it looks. He’s too overjoyed to feel embarrassed, his muffled voice coming out against Jimmy’s shirt. “You’re just so cool, Jimmy! I can’t believe I’m sitting here with you! I—”

“Alright, alright, slow down, tiger,” Jimmy says, gently placing a hand on David’s shoulder to steady him. His tone is playful, though there’s a hint of bemusement in his expression. “You’re gonna wear yourself out at this rate.”

Sam, watching from the other side of the couch, groans loudly. “Oh my god, David, you’re embarrassing yourself,” they say, though their voice is laced with amusement.

David finally pulls back a little, his cheeks flushed and his smile wide. “Sorry, sorry,” he says, though it’s clear he’s not actually sorry. He just can’t help it—being this close to Jimmy feels like the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Jimmy shakes his head, chuckling as he ruffles David’s hair. “You’re something else, kid,” he says, his grin softening slightly. “But I gotta say—it’s kinda nice having a fan who’s this passionate. Makes me feel special.”

David beams at that, his eyes practically sparkling. “You are special,” he says earnestly, his voice filled with admiration.

Jimmy leans back against the couch, his arm casually resting along the back of it. “Well, you’re not too bad yourself, David,” he says, shooting him a wink.

David feels like he’s floating. If this is a dream, he never wants to wake up.

Chapter 5

Chapter Text

As David settles back on the couch, basking in the warm glow of Jimmy’s attention, he quickly pulls out his phone to text his mom again. His fingers move fast, heart still racing from everything that’s happened.

**David:** *Hey, Mom, Sam’s parents said I could stay over for the night. Is that okay?*

A few moments later, his phone buzzes with a reply:

**Mom:** *Sure, that’s fine. Just behave. I’m too tired to deal with anything right now.*

David grins at the screen, feeling a wave of relief. His mom being too sleepy to care is a blessing. This means he doesn’t have to rush home—he gets to stay in *Jimmy Urine’s house* overnight. He could barely believe his luck.

He tucks his phone away and glances over at Jimmy, who’s still sitting comfortably beside him, scrolling through his own phone. Sam is stretched out on the other side of the couch, flipping channels again like they have no care in the world.

“So, what’s the verdict?” Jimmy asks without looking up, his tone casual but curious.

David smiles shyly. “She said it’s okay if I stay.”

Jimmy smirks. “Good deal. Hope you’re ready for an exciting night at the wild, chaotic Urine household.” He gestures dramatically around the living room, though it’s relatively calm and normal.

David laughs nervously, clutching his bag. “I’m ready!”

Sam snorts. “Don’t let him fool you. The most exciting thing that’s gonna happen tonight is probably him eating half a bag of chips and passing out on the couch.”

Jimmy points at Sam with mock offense. “Hey, don’t ruin my mystique, kid.”

David just laughs, feeling like he’s exactly where he’s meant to be.

Jimmy glances over at David, noticing the quiet excitement practically radiating off him. With a soft chuckle, he wraps an arm around the younger boy's shoulders, pulling him closer in a casual, almost protective way. David freezes for a moment, his heart skipping a beat at the contact.

“You’re alright, kid,” Jimmy says warmly, giving him a little squeeze. Before David can process it, Jimmy leans down and plants a quick kiss on David’s forehead. It’s light, brief, and carries a distinctly fatherly affection—a gesture of kindness rather than anything else.

David blinks in shock, his face turning bright red as he processes what just happened. His idol, Jimmy Urine, kissed him—on the forehead, sure, but it still feels like the most incredible thing ever.

Sam, sitting on the other end of the couch, looks over and raises an eyebrow. “Dad, seriously?” they say, though there’s no real bite in their tone.

“What?” Jimmy shrugs, leaning back casually. “Kid looked like he could use a little extra kindness. Nothing wrong with that.”

David, meanwhile, is struggling to contain his emotions, his hands clutching at the fabric of his pants. “T-thanks,” he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jimmy just grins, ruffling David’s hair. “No problem, kid. You’re part of the chaos crew now.”

David beams, his chest swelling with happiness. That single, fatherly gesture feels like it solidified his place here—as if he really belongs, not just as a fan, but as someone Jimmy genuinely cares about.

As the evening rolls on, Jimmy starts to relax even more, his confidence in handling David’s starstruck energy growing. He seems to have picked up on the fact that David thrives on little gestures of affection, so he leans into it in his usual laid-back way.

At one point, while everyone’s hanging out in the living room, Jimmy nudges David with his elbow playfully. “You good, kid?” he asks, his smirk softening into something almost warm.

David looks up, nodding quickly. “Yeah! I’m great!”

“Good,” Jimmy replies, reaching over to ruffle David’s hair again. This time, though, it’s less of a quick gesture and more deliberate, like he’s genuinely trying to make David feel comfortable. “You’re kinda fun to have around, you know that?”

David practically melts under the attention, his cheeks flushing as he ducks his head. “Thanks,” he mumbles, his voice barely audible.

As they talk more, Jimmy occasionally taps David on the shoulder to get his attention or pats his knee when he makes a particularly awkward or funny comment. It’s nothing overly intimate—just the kind of casual, familiar touches that show he’s starting to see David as more than just a fan.

At one point, when David starts fidgeting nervously with his shirt, Jimmy reaches over and gently swats his hands. “Hey, stop that,” he says with a grin. “You’re good, kid. Relax.”

David smiles shyly, folding his hands in his lap. “Sorry, I just… I’m still kind of nervous,” he admits.

Jimmy leans back, giving David a reassuring look. “No need for that. You’re in good hands here,” he says, draping his arm along the back of the couch again. “You’re part of the crew tonight. That means you’re family—at least until you raid the fridge and eat my last snack.”

David laughs nervously, the tension in his chest easing a little more with every passing moment. Jimmy’s easygoing nature and willingness to show affection make him feel like he truly belongs here, even if it still feels a little surreal.

By the time the night starts winding down, Jimmy casually tosses an arm over David’s shoulders again as they watch TV, the gesture so natural it’s like he’s done it a hundred times before. David leans into it just a little, his heart racing but his smile growing.

To him, every touch, every kind word, feels like a dream come true—like he’s not just sitting next to his idol, but genuinely connecting with him.

As the evening winds down and the clock inches closer to Sam’s bedtime, Jimmy stretches and lets out an exaggerated yawn, clapping his hands together. “Alright, gremlin,” he says, looking at Sam. “Time to hit the hay. Don’t give me that look—you know the rules.”

Sam groans dramatically, tossing a pillow in Jimmy’s direction. “Ugh, fine,” they say, dragging themselves off the couch. “Night, David. Try not to, like, pass out from how cool my dad is.” They snicker, clearly teasing, before disappearing into their room.

Jimmy shakes his head, muttering, “Little punk,” under his breath, though there’s affection in his tone. A few minutes later, he heads to Sam’s room to tuck them in, his voice soft but teasing as he bids them goodnight.

When he returns, he glances at David, who’s still sitting on the couch, looking a little uncertain. “Alright, kid,” Jimmy says, leaning against the doorway with his signature grin. “You can crash in my bed tonight. Don’t worry, it’s way comfier than the couch.”

David blinks, his heart skipping a beat. “Y-your bed?” he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, don’t make it weird,” Jimmy says with a chuckle, motioning for David to follow him. “I’ve got a guest room, but it’s full of junk right now. And the couch? Not exactly five-star material. So, come on.”

David hesitates for a moment, his mind racing, but he quickly gets up and trails after Jimmy. As they enter Jimmy’s room, David looks around, taking in the space that feels so distinctly him—eclectic, messy, and undeniably cool.

Jimmy tosses a couple of extra pillows onto the bed and gestures for David to climb in. “There you go. Make yourself comfortable,” he says, ruffling David’s hair again before stepping back.

David gingerly sits on the edge of the bed, his cheeks flushed as he murmurs, “Thank you…”

Jimmy shrugs, smirking as he leans against the doorframe. “No big deal. Just don’t snore too loud, alright? I’m a light sleeper.”

David laughs nervously, his nerves slowly fading as he settles into the bed. Jimmy gives him a final wave before heading to his own spot on the couch in the living room.

As David lies there, wrapped in the blankets of Jimmy Urine’s bed, he feels like the luckiest person in the world.

As David settles into Jimmy’s bed, he rummages through his bag for his sleepwear. The day had been a whirlwind of emotions, and now he’s just trying to wind down. He carefully takes off his binder, letting out a relieved sigh as he finally gets a chance to breathe deeply. From his bag, he pulls out a comfortable sports bra and slips it on, preparing to sleep more comfortably.

Just as he finishes adjusting, the door creaks open slightly, and Jimmy pops his head in. “Hey, forgot to grab a blanket—” he starts, but stops mid-sentence as his eyes land on David.

David freezes, his heart pounding. For a moment, neither of them says anything. Jimmy blinks, processing what he’s seeing, his expression shifting from surprise to realization.

“Oh,” Jimmy says, leaning casually against the doorframe. His tone is calm, but there’s a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. “Didn’t know you were trans, kid.”

David’s face flushes deep red, and he scrambles to pull his shirt on, fumbling with the fabric. “I-I… yeah,” he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t really… say anything…”

Jimmy shrugs, his expression softening into something more reassuring. “Hey, no need to explain. You don’t owe me or anyone else an announcement,” he says, crossing his arms. “That’s your business.”

David fidgets with his hands, unsure of how to respond. “You’re not… weirded out?” he asks hesitantly, his voice small.

Jimmy raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Kid, my own spawn is nonbinary. Sam’s been wearing whatever they want since they could walk. You think I care about something like that?”

David looks up at him, relief washing over his face. “Really?”

“Really,” Jimmy says firmly, stepping into the room and tossing an extra blanket onto the bed. “Look, it surprised me for about two seconds, but that’s just ‘cause I didn’t know. Now that I do, it’s no big deal.”

David relaxes a little, the tension in his shoulders easing. “Thanks,” he murmurs, his voice sincere.

Jimmy gives him a small, genuine smile. “You’re good, kid. Just get some sleep. Big day of being awesome tomorrow, right?”

David nods, a shy smile spreading across his face. As Jimmy leaves the room, closing the door softly behind him, David lies back down, feeling a little more seen and a lot more comfortable. For the first time in a long time, he feels like he’s in a place where he can just… be himself.

ONE HOUR LATER???

As David begins to drift off, he hears the soft creak of the door opening again. He glances up, startled, and sees Jimmy standing there with a pillow tucked under his arm.

“Couch isn’t as comfy as I remembered,” Jimmy says with a sheepish grin, stepping into the room. “Mind if I crash here? Don’t worry—I’m a pro at not hogging the blankets.”

David sits up slightly, his heart racing. “Uh… yeah, sure,” he mumbles, trying to keep his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach.

Jimmy tosses the pillow onto the bed and slides in next to David, adjusting the blankets to cover them both. Once he’s settled, he turns onto his side, propping his head up on one hand and grinning at David. “You look like you’re about to explode, kid. Relax—it’s just me.”

David laughs nervously, fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “Sorry, it’s just… you’re Jimmy Urine. This is kinda… surreal.”

Jimmy chuckles, reaching out to ruffle David’s hair. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. But right now, I’m just some dude who’s bad at sleeping on couches.”

After a moment, Jimmy shifts closer and wraps an arm around David’s shoulders, pulling him into a gentle cuddle. The action is casual, almost instinctive, and his hold is warm and protective. He pulls the blanket snug around them both, his other hand resting on top to keep it in place.

“There,” he says softly, smiling down at David. “All warm and cozy now. Better?”

David nods, his cheeks flushed as he lets himself relax into Jimmy’s hold. “Yeah… better,” he whispers, his voice barely audible.

Jimmy closes his eyes, his expression softening into something almost fatherly. “Good,” he murmurs. “Now get some sleep, kid. You’ve had a big day.”

David closes his eyes, his heart pounding but his body completely at ease. Wrapped in the warmth of the blanket and Jimmy’s embrace, he feels safe, cared for, and unbelievably happy.