balancethelines
--------------------------------------- a scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly, but he's also known as a bastard. Jared's not above admitting it. He's selfish, demanding, snotty and rude. Everyone likes to remind him. They always tell him what a brat he is, that how he's behaving is going to make everyone hate him -- but he knows. People don't like him. It's a known fact by everyone, and back at home in Los Angeles, Mike has worked so hard to cover up his hissy fits on set and at parties. That doesn't mean he's all bad. He does have some good in him. It's just buried beneath the exhaustion at always being in the spotlight, of constantly having to fake smiles so that people think he's a good boy, just like his parents raised him. That he didn't have sex with that fan and leave her, that he didn't get engaged to his co-star at fifteen and break up with her two years later, that -- that he's capable of feeling more than just this bleak emptiness. People outside the industry don't really see it or get it. They just see a spoiled star and laugh because that's their stereotype. They don't see the shit that goes on behind the scenes. He's toeing the line between running as fast as he can away from Chicago and back to Los Angeles, and staying here because it reminds him of how human he actually is. He isn't like the superheroes he's played. He can die from something so small as a stab wound, and unconsciously presses his fingers against the small of his lower back just so he can feel that growing familiar pain. ❝Damn.❞
