David Ryan ☤ Dean Winchester (lovesomepie) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2016-09-18 23:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | david ryan, finley melville |
Who: David Ryan & Finley Melville
What: Jealousy rears its ugly head(s)
Where: A party in Los Angeles, CA
When: Backdated to Saturday night, September 17th 2016
Warnings: The usual Davley warnings, + accidental couples fight
David hadn't really wrapped his head around what happened yet. He'd done plenty of interviews before, to the point that after awhile they'd all started to bleed together, but this hadn't exactly been like any other interview he'd sat through. Not that David had never been pushed into the spotlight about his personal life before, he knew that was just a hazard that came with show business if you were lucky enough to make it at all. Didn't matter who you happened to be, how famous you were or not, if you were somebody, the tabloids wanted to know about you. David might not be a big name like Justin Bieber or Gerard Way, but at the still fairly young age of twenty-four, David had already had his fair share of gossip headlines attached to his name. He knew it came with the territory, and he was used to the personal questions. Or at least he thought he had been.
Some part of him already knew that people would eventually start asking questions, once those YouTube videos of him and Finley started surfacing, but the questions had honestly never been as pointed as they were the day before, not about him and Finley, but about himself. It was probably no surprise that David wasn't really one for a lot of self-reflection, so he hadn't exactly spent much time thinking deep thoughts about his sexuality. He probably should have thought about his answer to those kind of questions, so he wouldn't have been so caught off guard. David knew that before Finley, he'd been interested in women. He knew that after Finley, he'd at least been interested in one man. He also knew that he'd always been a little bit morbidly curious about what men did together, but before he'd met Finley, David had never even considered acting on it. Did that make him some sort of phony? Did that somehow make his experience with one guy not count?
People thinking he wasn't straight wasn't really what made David uncomfortable. He had close friends who weren't, it wasn't something he was ashamed of. More like insecure, because of the nature of his and Finley's... relationship wasn't the right word for what they were, but David also didn't have a better one. They just were. And deep down he knew how screwed up it was, Dean took every opportunity to remind him of it in their quieter moments, when David wasn't completely distracted by everything that was Finley Melville. Which to be fair was a majority of the time, so it really sank in for David very rarely. There was still the secretive nature of what they were doing, and how visibly awkward he got every time someone brought up Finley, even vaguely. David had never been a very good liar. He never knew how to act when someone casually mentioned the demon in his life.
What made David even more uncomfortable than being put on the spot about his sexuality and his dating life on the air, though, was being roped into what was essentially a blind date charity case. The evening was actually for charity, that's why David had agreed to the terms in the first place, his status in the industry as a bargaining chip for some good publicity for the radio station, a worthy cause, and one lucky winner's incidental good fortune. David wasn't too crazy about that last part, but their manager had encouraged him to agree to it. It was good for the band's image too, and David would do almost anything for the band, even at the expense of his own comfort levels. It was just one night, after all, and then he go home and forget about this, and forget about the instagram post he'd seen earlier that made his stomach churn unpleasantly.
So, here he was. At a party on Saturday night, with Superfan Jessica something (he'd forgotten her last name), and having a truly mediocre time. The girl was nice enough, but there was a reason David only liked to deal with fans in small doses, as opposed to entire evenings. Her level of enthusiasm about him was exhausting. Thankfully by this point in the night, David had finally been successful at directing her excitement at things other than him in the room. There were plenty of other names at this party, so distracting her with something shiny wasn't hard, and as she ran off to get someone's autograph David had a minute to himself to finally breathe. Gripping his drink, David grabbed his phone out of his pocket, thinking about texting a certain demon when he looked up and thought he caught sight of a familiar head of hair across the room talking to someone else.