There is a reason "Hey Mr. Brightside" is stuck in your head. Once I started writing this, even though it wasn't a direct inspiration, that song popped into my head. I couldn't get it out, and then as I started fleshing out the backstory of some of the characters, I realized though it doesn't directly relate to the story, the song, as well as the video, reflected the tone I'd like it to have.
Denise isn't the nicest, but she's not pure evil (at least I don't think----even in my very limited writing career, I have found that characters have a very disconcerting way of developing personalities and actions beyond my control). She's just a small town girl, very sheltered, who has had very little life experience and believes what she has been taught. And sadly for Jason, it usually takes more than one phone conversation to resolve bad decisions.
Life (even fictional life) isn't that simple, so there is definitely more Denise to come. And my goal is to post at least weekly, part of the delay was that I was trying to finish another story posted on another site; for some reason I couldn't seem to write that final chapter, and I was afraid if I let it alone too long to finish Mr. Brightside, I would never go back. And I hate nothing more than starting to read a story that is never finished, so I hope to never do that myself.
Mr. Brightside
Chapter 2
After Shane left, Jason stood there for a bit, shell shocked. The kiss had been brief, just the merest press of Shane’s lips to Jason, yet his world had been shaken. He had kissed Shane once before, but had forced himself to forget how perfect it had felt. He couldn't do that again. This time he knew he wouldn't be able to repress his feelings for the other man.
Jason knew that if he had even the slightest chance of making Shane some part of his life, on what eve
Mr. Brightside
Chapter 1
May, 2015
“What am I doing here?” Jason thought as he stood in line waiting to pay his cover to get into the bar. Everything about the young man proclaimed his nervousness about being seen in front of this particular establishment, from his eyes nervously darting around to the baseball cap he had pulled down as low as possible in a transparent attempt to disguise himself. “Jesus, this is a mistake. I should be at home unpacking. What if someone sees me?” ran