Category Linkin Park
Polar Opposties
First Meeting..Uh Oh
Argh, today I made a huge mistake and accidentally deleted this story when I was actually trying to read some of the reviews to get ideas for the next chapter >.< so I'm sorry for posting this again!
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I knew from the moment that I met him, we would be complete opposites from each other. He was a workaholic who enjoyed spending far too much time in front of the computer, perfecting rhythms, writing and rewriting lyrics until they met up to his standard. Me, on the other hand, I was more of a....how do I say it, more of a guy who let things happen, didn’t much care for structure because growing up my life never had much of an influence from parents or grandparents.
I could tell he, unlike myself, was brought up in a family where structure was everything. The father would go to work, the mother would stay at home, and he would go to school and get straight A’s, as was expected by society.
In my family, my mom and dad were always gone, either at work, or doing something work related. I got away with far too much growing up. I found out that I could do anything I wanted because no one was there to tell me otherwise, and to teach me the difference between right and wrong.
I guess you could say we were polar opposites, but you know as they say, opposites do attract....sometimes, though it takes awhile for said opposites to click in any kind of romantic way. Because sometimes, the two people are too full of anger and hatred towards each other that they don’t notice the sexual tension that begins to build. Perhaps this also goes with the whole story about a boy picking on a girl because he likes said girl, but unlike that childhood story, the fighting between the two involved can sometimes turn violent. The violence can sometimes lead to emotional or physical harm.
When I first met Michael Shinoda, I knew we wouldn’t be able to get along. How did I know you ask? Well, the first contestation we ever had turned into a fight, the first thing he ever said to me was an insult on the way I looked.
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It had started out as a regular day, well, not so regular I guess since I was no longer in Phoenix with my on again off again girlfriend of the time, Samantha. No, I was now in California, hopefully getting the chance of a life time to be in a band that actually had the potential of going somewhere, unlike the one I had been a part of during High School.
I had just met Michael as he stood there in the terminal of LAX. The first thought that popped into my head was, well actually, when I first met him I wasn’t thinking at all because I was mesmerized by his amazing smile. I was about to say something when he crashed all my hopes of creating any kind of relationship with him.
“Hey you’re that dude from the tape right?” He asked looking me up and down, “You’re voice doesn’t match your appearance, I would have thought you’d be taller...and better looking.”
I frowned at him and glared, saying simply, “Well it’s not like you’re much better looking mister goatee. God it makes you look like a fucking old freak!”
These two simple sentences made Michael's face turn a deep, angry red, “It’s better then trying to look like some Korn reject with those dreads!”
Luckily, before the fight could get anywhere past the point of just throwing insults at each other and move onto throwing punches, another guy from the band stepped in.
He was tall with brown hair and kind looking brown eyes. Not to mention a pretty damn good looking body, he must be the drummer of the group, you didn’t get arms like that by just working out alone...oh did I forget to tell you? I’m gay, well, bi more I guess since I still enjoyed looking at the big breasted ladies every now and then.
“Don’t fight you two, if Chester here is going to be our singer we need you guys to get along,” he said in a calm voice, making me instantly relax. I don’t know what it was about this guy, but it was like just being in his presence alone made me feel calm.
Michael sighed, sent me on last glare then turned to the other guy.
“I’m sorry Rob, I didn’t mean to start a fight,” he whispered with a soft embarrassed blush coming to his cheeks.
I tried to resist rolling my eyes in exasperation and smiled at Rob, “Thanks for stepping in,” I said with a laugh, “I don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t.”
Actually, I knew exactly what would have happened. I would have punched the jackass in the face, kick his legs out from under him, pounce on him and then proceed to pummel his chest with punches until he was dead. Yeah I know, I’m a sick fuck but he insulted me! No one insults the almighty Chester Bennington and gets away with it. I’d get him back, maybe not now, but someday, I will.
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The next fight we had happened not to long after that one. We (being the band and I) were out getting something to eat, and I “accidentally” hit my elbow into his crotch.
“What the fuck!” Mike yelled in pain, pushing me away and holding himself there, like it would stop the pain.
“Oh I’m sorry, did I hit your tiny dick?” I asked innocently.
Mike glared at me and hissed, “You know what you did you bastard.”
I continued to look at him innocently, though I was laughing madly on the inside. His face was blushing that deep red that it always turned whenever he got mad at me.
“No I don’t actually, care to explain?” I asked, clearly he didn’t hear the part about the tiny dick that or he had decided to push that aside so he could yell at me for hitting him where it hurts.
Mike continued to glare then let out a animalistic yell and pounced on me, causing me to fall out of my chair and onto the ground, bringing him with me.
We both laid there, stunned, me from the slight concussion I knew I’d be suffering from the meeting of my head to the tiled floor of the restaurant, and him from the fact that he had, in fact, landed on top of me and I could feel his hard on pushing against my leg.
Seemed that I was a wrong about the little dick comment, very wrong, in fact, when I finally came around and wasn’t seeing stars from the bump on my head, I felt it too, and boy, it was pretty damn big!
After a few seconds, Mike seemed to gather his barring because before I knew it, he was off of me in a flash and glaring at me with fire in his eyes.
“Don’t you ever do that again you fucking fag.”
I raised and eyebrow and smirked, “If I remember correctly, you were the one who fell on top of me, so therefore, you are the fag here, not me.”
Mike growled again and glared, “I’m not a fag!” And with that, he turned and stormed out of the restaurant, climbed into his Jeep and sped out of the parking lot.
Seems like I hit a nerve there with the fag comment. I smirked to myself, get off the ground and brushing the dirt of my pants. I had a weapon against the idiot now. He was afraid of being called a fag, maybe he had something to hide. The smirk widened to an evil grin. This was going to be fun.
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Shortly after our little fight at the restaurant, we didn’t talk again for awhile, which pissed the other guys off to no end.
To not have your two lead singers talk means that the band is down the toilet, so it was decided by the other guys (this was about a month of non talking and silently seething when the other was in the room) had decided to lock both myself and Mike in the vocal booth. I had been in there recording for our demo CD when the door opened and said idiot was pushed in. It was quite amusing to see him trip over his big feet and fall face first onto the ground. What was not amusing though, was the distinct sound of the lock being slid into place.
“Having fun smelling the ground tiny dick?” Yes I still called him that just to piss him off, after all, I never really got the reaction I was looking for when I had called him that in the first place.
I didn’t get a response at first, which surprised me, all he did was push himself off the ground, stand and brush the invisible dust off his clothes.
I shook my head and laughed softly, running my hand through my now shorter and blond hair. Yeah I cut it but that doesn’t mean I listened to what that jackass said when we first met...no I swear it has nothing to-okay maybe it does a little bit, I didn’t want to be looked at like I was homeless or anything, but I guess I kinda was seeing as I didn’t have an actual home and I slept on David's (or Phoenix as he liked to be called) couch.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a banging on the vocal booth door. I looked over and there he was, tiny dick was pounding on the door and yelling for the others to let him out, and that he didn’t want to be stuck in the room with the “fag.” His word not mine by the way.
“They can’t hear you dude, this place is like, sound proof unless they press that button out there,” I said to him with a smirk.
“Did I ask for your input? No I thought not, so shut your mouth Bennington.”
Oh wow, he actually said my name...well okay my last name but still he said my name, that’s a big improvement over the “fag” or “hobo” that he seemed to get some sick enjoyment out of calling me. Then again I couldn’t get too mad at him for calling me that, seeing as I called him “tiny dick” more then I called him by his actual name. The funny thing was though, that he actually responded to it when I called him that. Weird huh?
I looked through the glass and saw that the others had left the recording room, leaving me and tiny dick locked away in this tiny confined space. I wasn’t scared or anything to be stuck with him, it’s just that it was really hot in that itty bitty room and I was sweating like a pig already.
“God Bennington, don’t you know of this little thing called deodorant?” Tiny-I mean Mike asked me.
“Yes tiny, and for your information I did put some on this morning, but it seems to have warn off in the three hours that you’ve all kept me in this pathetic excuse of a vocal booth.”
Mike rolled his eyes, “Yeah whatever. Do you have to call me Tiny all the time?I thought we were passed those childish names.”
“Sorry Tiny, I didn’t mean to insult your intelligence with the name. Gee Tiny I’m hot in here, I hope you don’t mind if I take off my shirt. Oh of course you wont,” I said, not even waiting for a response. I crossed my arms and lifted my sweat soaked shirt up and over my head. It fell to the floor with a wet plop. Hey I said I was sweaty, it’s a genetic thing I swear, I don’t sweat this badly all the time.
There was silence from the other side of the booth and, curious, I glanced over to see what Tiny was up to. To my surprise he was standing there with his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide.
“See something you like Mike?” I asked, saying his name for the first time in a long while.
“What no of course not, why would I like your skinny ass? God you like a twig!” He shot back, folding his arms and turning away from me.
“Aww I think someone's in denial,” I said with a little pout, “and I’m not that skinny, I know for a fact that Delson is skinner then I am.”
“Yeah well at least he doesn’t have a fatty stomach too.”
I blinked and looked down at myself. Yeah I did have a little bit of fat around my belly button but who didn’t? Wait why would he notice that...unless he’s been staring at me for awhile now.
“I’ve never told anyone about that,” I said with a raised eyebrow, “how the fuck did you know about it?”
“Well it’s kind of hard to not notice,” he said with a shrug, still not looking in my direction.
“Yeah whatever dude,” I said waving it off. If he didn’t want to tell me I wasn’t going to try to pry it out of him any ways.
Knowing that the guys probably went to get something to eat and wont be back for another two hours, I sat on the floor and stared at my hands, wondering where the cuts on my fingers came from...probably from the guitar, I had been playing it more then I was used to this past month.
I looked up when I heard the rustle of clothing and saw that Mike had pulled off his shirt. Fuck he was hot. He didn’t have an ounce of fat on him, his entire chest was well built, but not bulky like those muscle men they show on tv some times. Like his arms his chest was tanned, the skin stretching across the muscles of his pectorals and down to his, well quite impressive six pack.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” Mike snapped which caused my eyes to raise and look into his deep brown eyes.
“Um...what?” I asked, not fully registering the question.
“I asked you what you were looking at.”
“Ugly ass bitch that's what.” Wow I’m proud of myself, I was able to think of that comeback with half a brain! Go me! Yeah..I’m so fucking weird, any ways, back to the subject at hand. God what I wouldn’t give to run my hands across that tan chest, and follow that trail of hair down to his-
“BENNINGTON!” He bellowed, making me jump in fright. Okay, that was freaking’ scary, he’s never yelled like that, even during all our little fights, and to tell you the truth it was a really big turn on.
“Yes?” I asked innocently, looking up at him with my best puppy dog eyes ever. Hah, they seemed to have worked, the angry look on his face softened somewhat and he just shook his head slowly.
“Don’t stare at me, it makes me uncomfortable,” he said softly, folding his arms across his chest and turning his back to me once again.
Oh whoopee! Now I can stare at him without him seeing. Okay so what was I thinking again? Oh right I was thinking about how I’d follow that little dark trail of hair to his-OW! What the hell just hit my head? I looked down at saw that Mike and thrown his shoe at the side of my head.
“I told you not to stare.”
“Sorry,” I whispered, rubbing at the bump that I’m sure has turned black and blue from the impact of the size twelve shoe.
We sat there in silence for awhile before a soft sigh came from the emcee across from me.
“Listen Chester, I don’t know why we fight so much honestly, I just want to get along with you, I mean we’re going to be working together for awhile right? And if we keep up this idiotic fighting the way we have, nothing is going to get done.”
I looked up and nodded slowly, “yeah you’re right, I’m sorry about the comment earlier...about the tiny dick. I know that you don’t have a tiny dick after all I felt it.”
“Okay just..stop talking about that, don’t say that word anymore okay?”
“What dick?”
Mike blushed and nodded.
“Why?”
“Just don’t okay.”
“Oh,” I paused then went on, “why don’t you like the word di-”
“Because it makes me..hard okay? So shut your mouth before I punch you.”
I closed my mouth and nodded, silently laughing to myself, and tried to shift into a more comfortable position so that the erection in my pants wouldn’t be so noticeable.
“God Bennington, do you constantly walk around with a boner or something? Every time I’m around you you have a...” he trailed off and looked at me weirdly.
“What?”
“You’re turned on whenever I’m near you, aren’t you?”
“What no of course not....” I sighed and nodded, “Fine I am okay? But can you blame me? You’re fucking hot Mike, with your goatee and your earrings and your baggy clothes and your eyes and your...I’ll shut up now.”
Mike looked at me then started chuckling softly, “You really think all those things are attractive?”
“Sure I mean, of course, who wouldn’t?”
“Well I thought you of all people would make fun of me...I mean you did when we first met.”
“That was only because you insulted me right off the bat.”
“Oh...right I’m sorry about that dude, I really didn’t mean it, honestly.”
I nodded slowly then shrugged, “I can see where you were coming from though, a lot of people don’t believe it’s me singing when they see me. I guess they expect someone huge or something.” I shrugged again and looked down at my lap.
There was more shuffling across from me then I saw two long fingered, tan hand rest themselves on my knees.
“I’m really sorry about that Chester, I didn’t mean it honestly. In fact, you’re well,” he stopped and cleared his throat, “you’re pretty hot you know?”
This statement made me stare at him in surprise, and there was silence for awhile.
“So you think I’m sexy? You wanna sex me up?”
He laughed softly, pressed his full soft lips against mine oh so softly and pulled away.
“Shut your mouth Bennington, you’re a lot sexier when you’re not talking someone's head off.”
“Ouch that’s so a burn.”
He slapped my arm and smiled slightly, “We’re never going to totally get along are we?”
“Nope,” I shook my head with a laugh, “but you know what they say, opposites attract.”
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Once again, I'm so sorry that I'm posting this again but I accidentally deleted it when I was on my iPhone (oh the horrors of having a touch screen phone!) I really wish they had a "are you sure you wish to delete" page on this site so I wouldn't have accidentally deleted the poor story and all my reviews :(
Anyways, please review this, and I hope that the people who reviewed before will review again (argh, I'm so pissed at myself right now!)
Ja-Ne for now!
~Vampire Princess