The iridescent dark red and black Nissan '69 Fairlady Z sped along the freeway, weaving between the larger semi trucks and SUVs when possible and speeding it's little metal heart out when there were no cars to pass.
Jacob 'Sticks' Huntington gripped the passenger seat hard, looking at his driver with an expression of belated terror and utter disbelief.
"Hey! Fucker! You might want to slow down!" He yelled over the music to his driver--an 18-year old man with long black hair in a ponytail and a soul patch.
"Ha ha ha, why, man? This is the life! Don't get better than this, this is living properly!" "This may be the life, but some of us don't want to receive our tickets in fifteen pieces so slow the hell down!" He commanded and was bitterly obliged by the crazy joyrider, who let up off of the gas petal and began driving a normal freeway speed of 80 mph.
"Whatever, Sticks. You're no fun, man."
"Yeah, well, that sucks ass, don't it?" Jacob growled at his driver, breathing a sigh of relief, trying to calm his heart rate down.
"Holy shit, Steven, what's wrong with you? This isn't Formula One!" "Well, you don't want to be late, do you?" The driver replied lamely, trying to find an excuse for driving like a maniac.
Jacob saw right through the excuse and shook his head, taking off his glasses and rubbing his temples.
"You're an idiot." is all he replied before taking his book out from the glove compartment and flipping to his marked page, beginning to read some more. The rest of the drive passed in almost total silence besides the music. For laughs, the driver put on Jacob's solo album 'Elements' - and Jacob scoffed and continued to read his book.
"I can't believe I ever released that album." Jacob murmured to himself.
"I hate it, but some people love it. I wonder what's wrong with them."
***
The door to Apartment 51 crashed open loudly as Jacob bolted in, shutting it behind him with a jarring slam before any nosy reporters could get in.
"They're like bees!" He said to no one in particular, a hint of bitterness plain in his gruff voice. He liked being famous and all, it was a nice lifestyle, but not when there were mobs of people around him 24/7. Hell, he wasn't even the frontman for the band in which he was famous for and people -still- treated him like he was Mick Jagger.
He locked the door quietly and turned around to get mauled by a flying hug from a girl with long, swept-back brown hair.
"Jacob!" She cried out happily, soliciting a smile from the glasses-bearing drummer.
"Hey, Sis." He replied, prying her off of him and forcefully breaking her hug.
"Sorry, I'm only here to grab some stuff and then I'm off to the studio. I'll probably get my tickets there." He said, ruffling his teenage sister's hair with his hand and grinning as she pouted.
"Don't look so sad, once I get back you know I'll be around more." He said to her before beginning to trudge around the apartment, packing up his various things such as spare drumsticks, clothes, and canned beverages.
"You'll be back in a few months, right?" The girl asked Jacob sullenly, and he replied with a laugh.
"Of course I will. It's only two months long if I remember right. Say, where's James?" "He's in his room, playing CSS." "Sounds like him, alright." They were of course referring to their older brother, who was addicted to shooting games like Keith Richards was to shooting drugs. Jacob shoved his clothes into his bag and zipping it up, hoisting it up over his shoulder.
"Right, that's all I needed. I'll be going now." "Okay..." His sister murmured unhappily, and Jacob laughed again.
"Come on, now, Julia. I'll be back before you know it, watch. How about when I get back, we go to Disney Land? Sound good?" He asked and was met with another death-grip hug from his sister, who looked up at him with shining eyes.
"Really? You'll really take me?" "Of course I will. We'll arrive at 8 AM and stay there all day, you dig?" He grinned at her and ruffled her hair again, calling out to his brother.
"Hey! James! I'm leaving, bro! I'll see you in a few months!" "What the fuck, Jacob, fuck the fuck off!" Jacob's smile didn't falter one little bit.
"I love you too!"
***
The Nissan pulled into the parking lot of the recording studio, finding the space closest that it could to the entrance. The door to the car opened and Jacob stepped out, slamming it behind him as he did so. The backseat driver-side door opened and out came his bag, slung over his shoulder as that door closed as well and he began to walk briskly toward the entrance to the studio, ignoring any paparazzi that happened to be lurking in the bushes or on the roof. He stepped inside quietly; he wasn't exactly an early riser and he saw that two other people were there.
"Hey hey." He said to them, tossing his bag beside the couch and sitting down next to Michael, popping open a book and beginning to read without further introduction.
[[I just noticed that everyone seems to have an affectionate little sister. Shit. Oh well. >.<]]