it's all the same, only the names will change. everyday, it seems we're wastin' away another place where the faces are so cold. i drive all night just to get back home & sometimes i sleep, sometimes it's not for days. the people i meet always go their separate ways. sometimes you tell the day by the bottle that you drink & times when you're all alone all you do is think. i walk these streets, a loaded six-string on my back. i play for keeps 'cause I might not make it back. i been everywhere, still, i'm standing tall. i've seen a million faces & i've rocked them all.
‘ of course i do. i find them MENTALLY stimulating, you see. i know you don’t have much time for that because of your drumming. i wish i was as brave as you. i could teach you some things if you’d like. anything to help my favourite drummer be more– memorable. ’ her chin lifts like the corner of her mouth, eyes wide and guileless. muted ingenuity is a speciality. one she hopes will make him CRACK like a bottle. she pats his shoulder, lips pulling into a pout. false camaraderie, she can do that. just speak with exasperation and a frown that makes a small wrinkle between her brows. ‘ just like i told you, honey, those shoes are atrocious. they’re not nearly as pretty as me, you see. i wish you would just throw them away. i hate to see such talent wasted on… ’ a pause, for effect. a flicker to his face instead of his shoes. ‘ that. ’
‘ you see, princess --- my ‘ drumming ’ hardly accounts for the full extent of my mental capabilities. not that you’d ever be able to comprehend that a person can attend to both joyous and intellectual activities in their free time, of course. but i’ll have you know, just as a cute fun fact, that the DEXTERITY i’ve developed over the years is enviable --- you sure can’t learn that by reading sophie’s choice ... or are you more into the joy of sex ? ’ a somewhat devious glimmer makes itself noticeable on his honeyed eyes, transfixed on her features in search of a reaction. any reaction. her everlasting porcelain-like appearance really did give him the chills sometimes. ‘ then again, NOTHING is as pretty as you. ’ dry sarcasm is his flavor of choice, as joshua was in complete awareness that indulging her affronts was merely a waste of time. she simply never gives up. ‘ never painted you as a FAN of my talents, though. ’ ... he just couldn’t help himself.
“you’re such a fuckin’ spoilsport, joshua.” beau tells the man, large sigh escaping his lips as he throws the cigarette towards the ground. “ever think about loosening up a little bit?”
“a spoilsport? that’s rich,” a humorless chuckle comes past his lips as aggravation builds within him. for such a usually calm person, joshua sure boils up whenever beau is around. “want me to loosen up? sure. let’s grab a beer while you keep telling me all about your sadistic enjoyment in watching other people get hurt, how ‘bout that?”
“i haven’t seen them around, josh.” julia tells him, flicking the page of the book that sat on her lap. she hated seeing him around – and it seemed like he was always around because of the fact that he was in a band with jude. “i’ll tell him to ring you if he finds them – but stop buggin’ out. can’t you get a new pair at the music store?” she asks him, brows furrowed as she finally looks up to make eye contact.
“that’s, uh-- that’s fine. i’m sure they’ll turn up. i probably left them at the diner, or something.” shrugging his shoulders, he stands there awkwardly, not really knowing what to say while also not meaning to look like he’s in a rush to leave either. “technically i can, but the owner is friends with my dad and i... y’know.” and joshua wouldn’t be able to justify that kind of purchase since his father believes his affection for music was buried years ago.
jude could barely recall how much time exactly had passed ever since he had settled himself against the wall of their practice room, slouched against it in the hopes of seeking comfort as he awaited the company of their drummer. he will be there, he had persisted — convinced both kiv and presley of the fact that it was unlike their friend to not give him a ring prior if he had to bounce. but even as the two of them had wandered off in favour of spending their time more usefully, jude lingered in the hopes of finding the brunet there. sometimes it felt as if band practice was the only excuse he had these days to see him — with most of joshua’s time occupied by his education, or other related excuses, jude could barely get him a minute to himself. whereas back in the day, he would often find his friend visiting revolution records on his off hours from school, it was decreasingly likely to find him standing by the door as soon as he heard someone enter the store.
the only indication of the fact that he had unfairly given joshua the benefit of the doubt was the stiffness of his back, as he had leaned against the brick wall in attempts of entertaining himself with the strums of his guitar. he gripped onto the neck of the instrument, as he began zipping the case. when he heard stumbling coming through the door, jude found himself glancing over his shoulder and meeting a familiar gaze that immediately began to tug at his heart. “ you’re late, ” were his words, stating the obvious. despite his lasting fondness for him, regardless of the situation, he could not bring himself to greet him. say hello, or even give him a second to explain himself. “ i didn’t think you would still show. ”
the hastiness of his breathing could only be partially blamed on the rushed pace with which he bolted out of his car and into the practice room --- there was a sense of guilt oozing out of his bones like a spreading disease, slowly but surely taking over his entire body. joshua never meant to jeopardize or hinder anyone other than himself when he made the decision to go study at mansford college, like his dad so desperately wanted him to, though he would be lying if he claimed not to notice how it was beginning to take a toll on the band, and his dynamic with its members. perhaps, and most significantly, his friendship with jude. gone were the long weekends they’d spend at the latter’s house jamming out to their favorite tunes and making the neighbors wish they were dead with all the noise. gone were the afternoon escapades to revolution records, in which the bennett son mostly distracted his friend from doing any work. joshua missed all of that, but he was in no place to say so seeing as he was to blame.
“ i’m sorry, man. this dweeb of a teacher was like, one hour late but i couldn’t blow off his class because we’ got an exam nex-- y’know what, i’m just sorry. i shoulda’ called. ” lips press together in a sympathetic smile, backpack tossed to the side as he approaches jude, a hand coming in contact with their shoulder and giving it a mild squeeze. “ where are the others? bet kiv kidnapped presley for a quick bite at the diner. ”
if there’s ever a time that he wants to relax and distance himself from the crushing world around him, you’ll usually find the bennett boy sat on a specific bench at the town park. the location is key for the environment's ability to calm him down due to how secluded it seems to be from every other area of the family-friendly sight. far and away from the all too ebullient screams of playing toddlers, the male sat in the shade with a set of headphones around his head, sticky fingers -- which, according to joshua himself, is the best album by the rolling stones to date, exile on main st. coming at a close second -- playing in full volume from his walkman. it’s then, as wild horses was getting to its second chorus that he feels a double tap on his shoulder, surprised brows furrowing in the direction of the touch. “ what’re you doin’ here ? i thought no-one knew about this place. ”
eyes rolled dramatically as she attempted to spin one of the stolen drumsticks between fingers, only to have it slip through fingers and clatter loudly to a halt as it came in contact with the surface of diner’s table. something that earned the pair looks that she was sure could kill from a table of what could be considered elders of the town. shooting them a raised brow, she turned her focus back upon the male across from her as finger once more reached for the wooden stick. ‘ you really gotta just stop being a dweeb for once, josh, bunk off one day, it’s not gonna kill you. we could all use a day just to jam out and not be interrupted because you got some class to run off to. i doubt your dad would even notice. ’
trained digits succeed at the task she can’t seem to master, skillfully twirling a drumstick between the pristine knuckles of a boy who’s never worked a day in his life. joshua recognizes his riches, his privileges --- spoiled but not rotten --- and yet he can’t help to think if he’d really miss it all that much. the pressure, the unwanted part he has to play ; he’s fed up. which isn’t to say the bennett son can even begin to muster the guts to tell dear old dad this is not the life he wants for himself. just imagining the disappointment on the man’s eyes sends shivers down his spine. ‘ bite me, kiv. ’ is his automatic response to being called a dweeb, frame resting back against the worn out seat. ‘ i have, like-- one more major exam, then i’ll be totally free, alright? i’m sure you guys can survive a week without me. ’
bambi was used to walking with her arms full. she was always finding more things to fill her classroom with, supplies for students who couldn’t afford it and just to make sure there was enough stuff in the class room. a tiny grunt slipped passed her lips as she fumbled with her keys as she stood on the sidewalk outside of her place. “come on…” she murmured softly before she groaned louder as her keys fell to the ground. “today is just not my day…” she muttered as she attempted to grab her keys off the ground.
with his beloved chevrolet chevelle at the shop, joshua had no other choice but tend to his businesses around town by foot, too embarrassed to bring his old bike out of hiding. already on his way back home, it’s then that he notices a familiar figure struggling to retrieve her keys from the ground. “hey, let me help,” he calls out to the brunette, rushing his pace and quickly picking up the item she’d been trying to reach. “that’s some major stack of stuff you got there, bambs. want me to open the door for ya’?”
she can see them in her peripheral, while poised there upon her perch. irritation flits against her cheeks, like a moth trapped in a jar. it paints her cheeks scarlet and she smiles brighter. ‘ stop circling me –– you are not the descendant of a vulture, are you? ’ her eyes cloud over with COLD indifference. ‘ do you want vomit on your shoes? ‘cause that’s where i’m going to aim. ’
aimless wandering leads him right to where his favorite foe happens to be, eyes widening and lips perking at the sight. ‘ i see someone’s getting more original with her insults --- ‘been reading some books lately, have you ? ’ arms fold lazily, contrasting in their carelessness with his intentionally chosen words. ‘ that’s a very HELLACIOUS thing to say, for such a pretty girl. do pray tell, what’s gotten your insides in such a knot ? ’
“should’ve been there last night.” beau tells the other, cigarette dangling between his lips as he glares at the other. “this guy got his head bashed in because his ex-girlfriend showed up and hit him with a beer bottle. it was fucking gnarly.”
“what’s your damage?” the query blurts out of him once beau is done telling his little story, a look of complete bafflement taking over joshua’s features. “i don’t care if you saw a fucking unicorn last night, anywhere you were is nowhere i’d wanna be.”
“take a chill pill.” julia murmurs, eyes staying on the book that was on her lap. “i’m sure it’ll be fine. like – you don’t needa geek out over nothing.”
“this is so bogus.” joshua claims, frustration lacing his voice as his eyes keep scanning the room in foolish hope to maybe spot his missing items. “like, i could swear i left my drumsticks here but --- never mind, i'm being totally annoying right now.” if his bandmate were to be home instead of her, the male would be more than keen on pursuing his search for his beloved drumsticks but truth of the matter was he still didn’t know how to act in her presence ever since they romantically parted ways. ”can you please just tell jude to dial me if he happens to find them?”
*shrugs* no matter how many times i write these i never rly know what to say so ima just try to keep it short n’ sweet like me :))) i’m kidding, i’m actually toll and awkward, love that for me … anYWAYS my name’s amanda, i’m 18, from the gmt timezone and i love dogs more than life itself. i’m sure yall dont rly care to know about this lame old bean tho, so bellow i’ll list a few cute lil facts about my fav new kiddo joshua bennet, your local prestiged boy with a hidden drummer persona …. Enjoy !! ( also like this for plotting even tho i’ll probs hit yall up regardless ) his bland ass pinterest board
► 「 NOAH CENTINEO, TWENTY, CISMALE, MUSE 10A 」 hey, have you seen joshua bennett around the streets of mansford lately ? he has been living here for the past twenty years, and during that time people have really gotten to know them as prudent and adroit. rumour has it that they tend to be a bit artificial and peevish, though. i heard they are a student at university of mansford. maybe you can find them around revolution records !
his dad is some kinda politician, maybe is or was the town’s mayor at some point. they’re probably one of the founding family’s of mansford too, so if news travels fast in a small town already, it travels faster when it comes to the bennett’s --- which is why his dad is so big on keeping up appearances
his mom is the kind of woman who married above her status and whose permanent position is the one of arm candy. she mostly shops and organizes town galas at the bennett estate for a living. her and josh don’t really have a relationship
his father, on the other hand, joshua really looks up to. he always wants to please him and make sure he’s proud of his achievements, even if it means jeapordizing what he really wants or who he really is
per example, josh never really cared for sports but since his dad was a star football player he too thought it was his Destiny to play and while everyone thought being a legacy made it easier for him it only made him have to work even harder to prove himself ... how sad is it to have to do smth you don’t want and on top of it having to prove you’re actually good at it
another example is how he’s studying economics/management at the local college even though he hates it. all he actually cares about is music, but what kinda future is that for a bennett boy?
now, he only realized his True Calling was music and that he really didn’t relate to his parents’ lifestyle when he was about 15, with the help of one jude malinowski ofc. this didn’t mean he ever stopped trying to make his dad proud, and doing all the things he knew would make him happy ... he would just run off to jude’s basement to jam out with their band, or even individually, whenever he could.
personality wise he truly is the sweetest boy. just so caring and loving and dependent on his friends, since he can’t really rely on family. he does have all this pent up anger and frustration from constantly playing a Part, which sometimes can lead him to be a lil more aggressive but he doesn’t mean to
oH and he owns a red 1970 chevrolet chevelle he treasures more than his own life
that’s about it for now ?? i’ll update this as more ideas come to mind or you can always just come to me with any questions ! i love developing my muses through headcanons and their connections with other characters .... speaking of which
give me a RIVAL for him ... like maybe from a fellow founding family, from a rival football team or maybe even the same team but just always coming short of joshua when he doesn’t even rly want the place !!
someone that really broke his heart. like devastaTINGLY ( ik that’s not a word ) so ... don’t ask me why i just want it
someone that maybe blackmailed him for wtv reason ? like they threatened to tell his dad all about how he used to skip practice to go hang out with jude and/or the band
a Cute summer affair. lil diner dates. riding horses on his estate ... could be related to wanted connection numero dos or not
childhood friends ?? neighbors ?? other rich/founding families’ kids that actually get his rich boi struggles ??
more friends ?? with different dynamics ?? idk can’t rly think of anything else
