Celebrity

by KIRKE

Author's Note: Warnings: PG? I think... m/m anyway so watch out! Major mushiness!
Disclamers: Daniel and Darren don't belong to me (not legally that is). I don't mean any harm to them. And I
don't mean any harm to Jennifer Aniston or others. It's a little AU but in my favourite way. You'll see... We all
know I need some SERIOUS help.
'THANK YOU' TO: jools- You know why, *bows* Christie E.- for correcting my mistakes and to
Camilia Maverick- You're a Goodess! I'm just a humble folower/fan/stalker :)

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Have you ever been to one of those celeb parties? No? Lucky you. I am at one of them right now and Oh God... boooooriiiiiing. I should be used to it already, I mean, I am a pop star for, like what, five years now but believe me, you could never get used to this. You can just tolerate it, like a scratch or a backache. Unfortunately, there are no painkillers for this one, maybe except for the alcohol.... and that's where my problems begin. I don't drink. Never. Can't stand the taste of alcohol and I won't start to drink just to get into the mood.
So I'm standing here, talking with some actress I've never seen before and pretending to have a good time. She looks as bored as I am. Actually, everyone looks bored. Not that you would tell. They, all those stars, always look like they have the best time in the world for minors like you but for me... like I said, I am in the business for a long time. I've seen it way too many times.
It looks like over half of LA has come to this party. I've never seen so many famous people in one room before, maybe except for the Grammys.
I look around, slowly wondering where my Danny is. I know that he hates these parties as much as I do, but his problem is that he can't hide it. I can. It's been said before, I am made for a celeb's life, I love being a Diva with a capital D (stop giggling, I know that you call me like that behind my back, no problem, I can live with that), and he... well, I bet all he can think right now is to get away.
Come to think of it, me too.
How much I would give to be in our home in Brisbane with him, sitting in front of the fireplace, talking a little, then maybe making love... I grin. *Definately* making love.
That girl is still standing in front of me, thinking that I'm laughing because of something she said, so she continues her ramblings. I'm nodding here and there but, honestly, I'm not listening to her.
She's nice all right, nice body and stuff but hey, I'm a married man. Hmmmm, maybe I should punish Dan for leaving me like that. It was his idea to split. He went with Ben and Lee while I've been left with Karl. Unfortunately, our beloved drummer left me two minutes later to run after Mariah Carey. Thank you Karl, my mate, ol' buddy, ol' pal, now, because of your hormones I'm stuck with missy whateverhernameis, trying to run away. If I could...
Thank you God! It's Ben and he's coming my way. Please, let him say something like: 'May I borrow him for a while?' Pleeeeeeaaaaase! I promise I'll behave for the rest of the day. Night. Whatever. He's here. Yes! He's asking me for a minute. Bless you, Ben. I would kiss you if we weren't in public.
"So..." he says after the girl has gone away to stalk some other poor guy. "What's up?" He's grinning now. He knows I feel horrible and came to tease me.
I just roll my eyes. "And what do you think? One minute more and I would kill her or myself. Thanks for the rescue, by the way."
"No problem. You looked like you were ready to scream."
"Yeah, well..." Suddenly one thing struck me. "Why are you alone?" I ask, a little worried.
"Where is Daniel?" I hope he didn't get back to the hotel.
"He's somewhere there." He nods in the direction of the crowd that has formed at the back of the room "Last time I saw him he was talking with Jennifer Anniston." Did he just wink at me? "I didn't want to disturb them. They looked like they were rather... busy."
I just smile sardonically. I know what he's trying to do. "If you expect me to run there and make a scene, then you better check your head again. I won't... in public that is." Now it's my time to wink.
He shrugs. "It was worth a try. Anything would be better than the next hour in here." He punches my side playfully. "I see Julia Roberts. Bye, bye, and look out. I might not be around next time."
I nod at him and he almost sprints to her. Alone again. Someone would think that parties that have more celebs than the whole of Hollywood and then some would be fun. Wrong! I'm dying.
Maybe I should go find Daniel anyway. Not that I am jealous. I am *not*... Ok, maybe a little, but just a
little.
I trust him, I love him, but there is always that little guy in my head screaming that I'm not good enough. Yes, I know what are you thinking right now, I've heard that dozen of times, from Daniel especially. How could I feel that? I'm rich, famous, good-looking, great in bed (ask Daniel, he, he) etc. etc. Well, it's just a part of me, and besides, I love it when he tries to convince me how much he loves me. Not only with words, I'll tell you. That's all you need to know.
So anyway, I need to find him or something to do, or else I'll die from boredom.
I'm walking through the room. From person to person, from table to table, from Warren Beatty
to Britney Spears (what is *she* doing here, I didn't know he was in LA). No sight of my Danny.
//Where are you, sugar? Come here. Dazza has something to show you.//
Aha! There he is. It looks like Ben wasn't joking. He *is* talking with Anniston now. He doesn't look bored... actually, he looks like he's having a great time. Oh, you little... so, when I'm worrying about him, poor Danny boy, alone and annoyed, he's fooling around with her! Now I'm jealous.
He doesn't see me. Of course he doesn't see me! How could he? He's too busy watching her breasts. My revenge will be sweet, love. Just wait till we get home...
But now... what could I do now? I look around the room and I see Brad Pitt, alone and miserable, drinking something that doesn't look like water. Now it's my turn. If that girl can flirt with my husband that I can flirt with hers as well.
I make my way through the room as quickly as I can. I don't want anyone to hunt my prey before I do. Yes, I know, I'm an evil, evil person. So?
"Hi." I say cheerfully when I finally approach him. He looks at me a little suprised but responds with a nod. Let the party begin!
"You look like you're having a great time." I say a little sarcastically.
"Yeah, well...", he shrugs.
"It could be worse." I grin at him.
He grinned back.
It's a hell of a ride, but after few minutes he starts to relax and voila! before he notices we are involded in rather interesting conversation about our lives/jobs/careers(he knows who I am, WOW)/others. I'm flirting with him and believe me, it's a great feeling. It was a long time since I've done that. Don't get my wrong, I don't want Pitt, I'm perfectly happy with Jonesy, I love him, I just need to give him a lesson. He deserves it. Brad starts telling me a joke about a guy and a duck, which I've heard ,like, dozens of times before, when I feel a pat on my shoulder. I turn around and yes! it's Mr. Jones himself, looking a little peeved.
We excuses ourself or rather he excuses us.
"What were you doing, Darren?" He asks as calmly as he can when we are alone in the corner.
"Moi?" I ask pretending suprised. Oh, yes, Danny, be mad. You know I love you like that. Who am I kidding, I love you anyhow.
"You were *flirting* with him. I know how you look when you're *flirting* and that was *flirting*."
I grin evily. "Was it? I didn't know if you care, I mean you were so busy talking with his wife's breasts..." I trail off.
He looks at me and then suddenly starts to laugh. "*God*, Dazza!" he chuckles
"You are evil." Didn't I tell you? Even *he* knows that.
"Yeah, so?"
He laughs again, all accusations forgotten already. And I thought *I'm* the moody one. He bends down a little and kiss me lightly. "I love you anyway."
"So, where is the rest of the gang?" I ask. I know where Karl and Ben are but I haven't seen Lee since we decided to split.
"Ben's said he wanted to meet Julia Roberts, Lee was talking with some girl last time I saw him, and I don't know where Karl is, 'cos he was with you." You need to admire a guy that can say so many words just on one breath.
I sigh. "He's chasing after Mariah Carey. He doesn't even like her. Go figure."
"He just wants to shag and speaking of which..." He puts his arm around my waist and brings my closer to him. I shiver. He always knows how to make me react like that.
"Mr. Jones," I say in a very serious tone, "We are *not* leaving this party. Yes, It's more boring than geologist's convention, but we were invited and we don't want to be rude, don't we?"
He kisses me again, this time a little more passionately. "Ok. How about if we spend one more hour here, and if nothing interesting has happened by then, then I'll get a horrible headache and we go back to the hotel."
Danny smiles at me and I melt. Now I would do anything what he would want me to. He's always had that gift. If you ever meet him standing in a puddle, that means he smiled just a minute ago and I was there.
So anyway, I'm weaving between tables again, counting minutes to our next meeting, hoping time passes quickly I'm not bored anymore, all I can feel is an excitment. He promised me something before we split. He said, and I remember like it was a minute ago... shit, it *was* a minute ago, 59 minutes to go still... so anyway, he said he hadn't forgotten about my misbehavior and he was looking foward to punishing me.
And you know what? I'm looking foward to it as well.

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