famous clegan au!
tee hee guys this au has me in a chokehold now. this is totally unbeta'd, i have class in 4 hours, and a midterm on wednesday but here this is! please enjoy, and any criticism is welcomed!
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John woke with the sun. He rolled into his pillow with a groan, and threw an arm over his face to shield his eyes from the light slanting through the windows. He tugged at his comforter, hoping that if he crawled back under the covers he could drift back to sleep, a thought disrupted by the sudden assault of a blaring alarm from the phone beside his head.
Fumbling, his limbs still heavy with sleep, he managed to silence the phone. Blearily he peered at the screen, 7:02 AM. Whoever planned his press meeting at 9:00 AM had clearly never met John before. Mentally, he did some quick planning: 15 minutes to brush his teeth and throw some gel in his curls, 15 to put on the clothes his stylist had planned the night before, 20 to down a strong coffee and eat his dietician approved breakfast, and 25 in the car to the studio left him 45 minutes before he had to leave the comfort of his bed.
With a jaw popping yawn and a tussle of his unruly curls, John sat up to scroll through Twitter. Was stalking his fans' tweets right before a press meet the best idea? Definitely not, but the studios paid him for his devilish looks, not his sane decision making skills.
A flash of gold caught John’s eye from the bottom of his timeline. Opening the tweet, the most beautiful man he’d ever seen stared at him through his phone. Soft blond hair curled over flawless skin, blue eyes that peered into the very depths of John’s soul, and shoulders that just begged to be bitten. If John hadn’t had his gay freakout in 6th grade when he realized his best friend might mean a little more to him than regular friendship, this man would have sent him into a crisis.
Without a second thought, John had typed “who are you where do you live how old are you why are you so fine how do you like your eggs cooked in the morning?” and retweeted his mystery adonis. Realizing what he’d done, John froze. Oh god, Kidd was going to kill him at the press meeting.