❝ When the mirrors and the lights and the smoke clear
I'd never guess how we ever could have got here
You can say what you say when the lights go down
Shake, shake, shake and shut your mouth ❞
Miles Aldan ★ Twenty-Three ★ Musician
“Oh, come on. Like you didn’t forget something too,” she smiled a bit. “What do you sleep in? Just your boxers or were you that kid that would always ask ‘what if I sleep naked’ on pajama day?” Reagan laughed. “That’s a good way to get lost or eaten by a big bad wolf.”
“I didn’t. Although to be fair, I don’t have a lot of belongings and I’m great at packing ‘cause I’m always on the road.” He smiled, nodding, “in my boxers, yeah. I don’t sleep totally naked ‘cause I’m scared if there’s a fire or something the fireman will have to save me and I’ll be standing there butt ass naked as he enters the room.” He furrowed his brows, “aren’t we a little old to be believing in the big bad wolf?”
miles paused for a moment, startled by the words. his eyes roamed until he found the speaker and then his eyebrows raised in intrigue. “i mean, yeah.” he agreed with a slight shrug of his shoulders, “i wanna say i don’t know if it’s fuck me in the ass boring, but i think we’ve all done that for less, so...”
even though the two would be spending some time together under different circumstances, a part of her was glad that she wouldn’t have to go through this alone, and vice versa. something told her they’d probably need each other now more than ever. while she hasn’t really talked to miles about what he’s been through recently, she hoped he knew she was always here for him if he ever wanted to talk. listening to him try to explain monopoly only made her laugh the entire time. it seemed he was probably just as confused as he was, which could make for an interesting game. “honestly? i think you sold it perfectly. we’ll just play monopoly by our own rules, and maybe make up ridiculous ones along the way. i wanna be the puppy!”
“i was like hey here’s a game with no rules that never ends and even if it didn’t you wouldn’t know who won and you were like yeah that sounds good. also probably why we get along so well.” he laughed, the smile having not left his face since he had recognized her. “what are you here for though, if you don’t mind me asking?” he wondered, curiosity getting the better of him. he had been in for a few days and hadn’t thought to check the tabloids much since the beginning, although they had probably died down with the negative stories about him by now. one good thing about the press was that they seemed to get bored and move on quickly. unfortunately, his manager had not felt the same way. “i wanna say fancy meeting you here, but i’m sure we’ll all get stuck here eventually. such is the burden of fame or whatever. you know, i never got why people bitched about it before, but now i do. sorry, i’m rambling. it just feels nice to talk to someone i actually know and like.”
“i know, that’s what i’m saying. like, all of this is so dumb, i just want to get out of here and have actual fun. like, real fun and escape for a couple of hours.” ugh, her manager was another level, they were the last person she wanted to think about at this point. “okay, now you have to pay attention and listen,” she told him, a smile on her face as she got ready to tell him all about the weirdest docuseries in the history of television. “okay, so, there’s this gay redneck dude who owns an exotic zoo and turns all these straight dudes gay by giving them meth. then he’s in this vendetta with this chick across the country and hires a hit out on her, all in the name of tigers.”
“yeah, me too. i mean, what i did wasn’t even that bad. maybe disappointing or whatever but like aren’t celebrities usually kinda assholes? maybe i was just trying to have a bad boy image. now we’re fuckin’ stuck her expected to be on our best behaviour.” he sighed again, eyes moving down to his lap instead of on her so he could watch his fingers tap on his knee mindlessly while listening. “that sounds like there’s a lot going on. exotic zoos, meth, hitmen. what more could you ask for? i guess that’s why everyone is talking about it.”
“do you realize how difficult that is? like, how am i supposed to leave and not get into any trouble? the more they keep us away from that kind of stuff, the more i’m going to want to leave and do something actually fun.” with a shrug, knowing she really had watched everything, “same. i think i worked through my whole list. okay, you have to watch it, like have to. for anything we’ve all done, it’s twenty times worse.”
“yeah, if i go out i’m getting smashed. don’t tell them i said that. i wanted to do it before but now that it’s forbidden fruit it’s all the more tempting. like, when your manager tells you not to do something that’s tempting enough but this is a whole ‘nother level.” he sighed, eyes moving up to the ceiling for a moment as he thought about it before sliding back down onto the other’s face. “guess i’ll add it to the list which at this point means i actually will watch it. wow ‘the list’ has never meant that before. twenty times worse, huh? so like murder or some shit then?”
“ i think i should be good, man. so no need to apologize.. ramble on. at least someone is talking in here.. is it just me or is everyone ODDLY quiet around this place. wait, now i’m rambling. ” brandon paused, taking a napkin out of his pocket to press onto his hand. “ right ? i think i just.. need to stay out of the kitchen from this point forward. they do, maybe i can secure a spot.. get some good press on my name for once. ”
“i’m glad you think so because i have been doing a fucking ton of rambling. actually, now that you mention it, i guess they are. we are probably all so used to being surrounded by our possies or whatever they’re called that we’ve forgotten how to actual make friends with each other. that or they’re all silently freaking out in their rooms, which admittedly is what i was doing earlier.” he nodded, “feeling like the kitchen is not the right place for you. practice makes perfect but if you slice your hand open on your first go it may be a sign or some shit. if you cook bad enough you could become a meme. i think that would be good press. i don’t know, they love what you think they’ll hate and they hate what you think they’ll love.”
sirena’s smile quickly brightens when she sees miles come into view. her arms quickly reach out to pull the boy into a tight hug before softly giggling at his words, “honestly, i haven’t played a board game in a while, either. most of the time i had to have one of the maids play with me just so i could actually play one.” her head quickly shakes at the thought of monopoly, “i don’t understand how people like that game! it takes forever, and it’s so confusing. if we play that, you’re gonna have to go easy on me.”
his arms opened for her as she approached and then wrapped around her for the tight hug. it was nice to see her, even if it was under these circumstances. “one of the maids, she says casually as if it were relatable” he says, although it’s clear in his tone that the words are intended to be teasing. “honestly, i have played it so many times, but it changes constantly. no one knows the rules and every new person you play with just has their own made-up rules they go by. i get why you're confused. also, never actually finished a game so i’m still not sure how to win. not sure if this is selling it to you or not.”
considering i’m basically on my own and shit now.. without the chef and everything ELSE people expect me to have.. i decided to put to the test everything i’ve been learning while watching chopped. to make an EXTREMELY long and embarrassing story short… i think i need stitches and i am owning the fact that i have no clue how to make a creamy sauce to go over my chicken using peanut butter cups.
“well, that sentence went very different than i thought it would when it started. in a good way though. well, not the stitches part obviously. sorry, i’m rambling. maybe we should take you to see a doctor or something. not sure how you fucked up that bad trying to make a creamy sauce but honestly i think it might be a talent. don’t they have a show for the worst chefs in america. i’m just saying, if this career doesn’t work out you could win that.”
“i’m not exactly the smartest person in this building,” Reagan said as she tried to laugh off her embarrassment. “While I was putting together my place, I realized I don’t have any pajamas. Happen to know where the nearest store is so I can fix this little issue?”
“i wanna be like how do you forget pajamas but i don’t even own any so i guess that’s why i never forget them.” he laughed, followed by a slight shrug of his shoulders, “no idea where the nearest store is. might i suggest just walking in a random direction until you find one?”
sirena was already beyond tired of being here. sure, the whole place was a luxury dream, and if it wasn’t for the mandatory guidance consoler visits, it would honestly feel like she was just on vacation having the time of her life. instead the outside world loomed over her head, knowing it was only a matter of time before more information leaked about the married man she slept with. wanting to get her mind off the subject, a warm smile melted upon her lips when she saw someone come into view. “quick, i need a distraction. wanna play a game to help forget where we are exactly?”
miles stopped in his tracks when he heard the familiar voice, turning to the other and offering her a smile. “what kind of game do ya got in mind?” he wondered, “you know before coming in here, i hadn’t played a board game in years. now i think it’s gonna become my new favorite thing.” he had been wandering around bored and was thankful for the unexpected distraction from his thoughts. “if we play monopoly or some shit you should know that i’m always the car.”
“alright so, i’m slowly losing my mind already. i would give anything to just get out of here for ten minutes.” with her normal level always at a ten, being stuck inside and just experiencing everything was not an option. “i’ve even watched tiger king twice now and i have so many questions. like, which one of these bitches in here has ten tigers?”
“i’m pretty sure we’re allowed to leave, we just have to tell someone we’re going... and probably not get into any trouble while we are out. that’s the hard part.” he notted, looking from her down to the hands folded in his lap for a moment. “yeah, i’ve watched everything i was interested in on netflix it feels like. haven’t seen the tiger show yet though. heard it’s wild.”
“dare i say that this is the worst slice of pizza i have ever eaten in my life,” ana professed around bites of food and chewing noises, “however, i will still eat this pizza because i am starving and i was told no outside food and everyone here should know that i don’t do well with rules.” to say that ana was going to take this well would be the understatement of he century. it was like her childhood all over again….but this time she couldn’t escape it.
“how do you fuck up pizza of all things?” he wondered, confusing knotting his brows for a moment before he offered a slight smile. “it’s like the easiest thing in the world to make. even i can do it, and that says a lot.” he thought about it for a moment, drumming his fingers on the table as he looked down at the slice of pizza he had grabbed for himself, wondering if is should remain untouched. “it’s like being in high school again. i mean, i only went for a year but the food is bad enough to leave an impression. only two places in the world that can fuck up a pizza, i guess.”
WELCOME TO THE DEN, HERE’S YOUR FILE ╱ LUKE HEMMINGS. CISMALE. HE/HIM. ╱ MILES ALDAN is TWENTY-THREE years old and they have made their way to fame by becoming a MUSICIAN. the situation that got them put the den was NOT SHOWING UP TO HIS OWN TOUR DATES. hopefully they can clean up their image before they lose everything.
Like this if you’d like to plot and I will come to you!
There’s some basic info about him under the cut:
Miles had a pretty normal childhood until he was around 12
TW: Death, drowning
At his 12th birthday party they were trying to celebrate via barbecue in the park and his parents told him to watch his sister while they unpacked the car
He did not watch his sister
She fell into the river and couldn’t swim
When he realized he jumped in trying to save her but he also could not swim
By the time his parents saw them and ran over it was too late for his sister
He blames himself for that
END OF THAT TW
His family fell apart shortly after that. His dad left and his mom was never quite herself again.
He ended up in foster care after about a year of that
He hated foster care though and left it to go hide away with friends instead
Moved around a lot because of that
Never really meant to become a singer/musician but it was the only thing he was truly passionate about, and he was good at it, so
Didn’t have to pursue the career for long before people started to pay attention
Now it’s actually a pretty good paying job for him, but of course, it comes with downsides
He is a very private person and doesn’t really like the aspect of everything about him being googleable
But mostly he enjoys it
He’s generally a hard worker, which is why his scandal was so surprising. He had never missed or been late for tour dates before
TW: Alcoholism
It’s because he developed some unhealthy coping mechanisms as a child
That being alcoholism
Normally he’s pretty high functioning despite that
But recently it’s really been getting to him all the pressure and everything that comes with the business so he’s getting worse
Hence the missed shows
But almost no one knows this about him. Even if they’re close to him. He refuses to admit that he has a problem even though he knows it’s not normal or okay for him to be doing all that
END OF THAT TW
Generally, Miles is a laid back person, but he’s not afraid to fight if something really bothers him
He tries to be as funny as possible, mostly at the expense of himself
But don’t let that fool you he is very confident in himself, especially in regards to his appearance the only thing he’s actually insecure about is that he thinks he’s not that smart due to dropping out of high school
He kinda comes off like he has the emotional range of a chair
On the other hand he kind of clings to people because he’s scared of abandonment, but also always thinks he’s going to be hurt so distances himself. Emotionally distant, physically clingy
Lowkey a sadboi but doesn’t really realize it yet, he just thinks everyone feels like shit all the time and it’s normal
Curses too much
Jokes too much
I can’t think of anything else to add at the moment so I suppose this is the end
