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[jayden]

JAYDENLANEDAVISON

" yesterday, i got so old, it made me want to cry."

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full name , jayden lane davison
nick names , jay
age & birthday , twenty, april 12th
gender , male
sexual prefference , homosexual
band , love is like a relapse
position , lead singer
played by , BRENDON EFFING URIE.

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weight , 118 lbs
height , 5'8''
tattoos & piercings , none
distingushing features ,
jayden, first off, has what some would call an "applebottom." and he loves it, or, at least, he loves all the attention it gets him from the girls (and boys). honestly, it's actually rather irritating; he can only fit into girls' jeans, which is a little bit awkward to go shopping for. aside from his rear-end, he's got superhuge lips. it took him a while to...grow into them, but now that he has, many consider it one of his best features. they're always so big and pretty, and, honestly, just kind of yummy looking. and last but not least, his eyes are really big and brown. they're always so warm, happy, and welcoming.

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likes , music, piano, guitar, singing, laughing, writing, journals, being loud and outgoing, blink-182, the counting crows the beatles, surfing, sleeping all day and staying up all night, red bull, skittles, cherry turnovers, marzipan, disney movies, sidekicks, eyeliner, straight irons, sexiness, vampires, whistling, old video games, carnivals, suspenders, sunglasses, his lavender hoodie, his bright red glasses, freedom, driving dangerously/ridiculously fast, brightly colored nikes, skinny jeans, pranks, inside jokes, this is spinal tap, bob marley, dogs, pot, being goofy, walking around, holding hands, snuggling, kisses, amusement parks, hawaii, weird or offbeat things.
dislikes , his ADD, organized religion, hardcore drugs, needles, liars, fakes, sellouts, school, nosiness, people who don't appreciate music, his parents, colds, burnt popcorn, stereotypes, homophobes, taking medicine, when people call the color "lavender," "purple," misunderstandings, sharks, judgement, extremely conservative and uptight people, alarm clocks, writer's and musician's block, graveyards, humid weather, getting lost, his tendency to put his foot in his mouth, bad hair days.
personality ,

warm & loving.
the first thing you'll notice about jayden is that he's always got this huge, stupid smile on his face. happiness just kind of radiates from the boy, and his giggles and goofiness are completely contagious. he always makes people feel good, feel better, by cracking a joke or jumping around and, really, just being who he is. he's got this eternally welcoming aura around him, like you really should never be afraid to talk to him or approach him. and, really, you shouldn't. conversation and talking is definitely one of jayden's fortés, and he loves to chat with just about anyone, even total strangers. he loves hugs, cuddling, that sort of thing, so if you ever need a shoulder to cry on (literally) or just someone to be there and hold you when you're down, jayden's the guy to go to. simply put: jayden loves love. the idea of it, feeling it, doing it... of course, sometimes, jayden can get a little too loving, and the fact he will randomly shower you with kisses or hold your hand can creep some people out, but he doesn't give a care. as usual, jayden daivson does what he does, is what he is, and doesn't let anyone hold him back.

loud & outgoing.
a lot of aspects of jay's personality can be considered either an blessing or a curse, and his rather...extroverted
personality is definitely one of those cases. jayden's never, ever afraid to speak his mind. it's sort of like the word "fear" doesn't exist in the boy's vocabulary. he's never afraid to walk up to someone and say hi or make a new accquaintance, and he'll easily tell anyone they're being an ass, or that their shoes don't match their outfit, or that he thinks that's the worst song he's ever heard in his damn life. added to this, he's not exactly soft-spoken. he's never been. he talks loud, he laughs loud, he sings loudly, he runs around the studio and his house and pretty much everywhere loudly...he just is loud. of course, he knows this annoys people, and he feels bad (especially when his lack-of-a-filter ends up hurting people's feelings), but he's accepted he's always been like this, and even though he does try to do better and watch his mouth, he'll probably never change. people will just have to deal.

obnoxious and crazy.
ADD. hyperactivity. both of these things jayden davison suffers from, and horribly so. he hates taking meds, so unless someone ties him down and makes him take them, or it's a serious ocassion that really calls for him to be "responsible," he's not touching that ritalin bottle. because of this, he's always jumping around, always laughing and talking and moving around, and it annoys the hell out of everyone who knows him. amusement parks are his absolute favorite places to go (disneyland is his heaven), because there's always something for him to do. boredrom and sitting still are literally painful for him. he's loud, he's somewhat rude with the simple fact he doesn't give a damn what anyone thinks, and he has no fear. this can mean he pulls ridiculous stunts that freak the hell out of people just for the fun of it. he once tried to steal a car, he drives 80mph on back roads...you name it, if jayden hasn't already done it, he probably wouldn't be too scared to try it. he just tends to be blind to the dangers of things, to the damage he's doing to himself by doing drugs or being stupid.

childish and needy.
honestly, jayden's probably just a six-year-old trapped in a twenty-year-old's body. aside from the obvious: his ADD, his obnoxiousness, his loudness, and his passionate love of sugar and disney, he's sort of...well, not the most responsible. he doesn't always take care of himself the greatest: smoking pot, drinking and staying up way too late, and he always seems to need someone to pick up the pieces for him after he finds himself completely screwed up, and that happens a lot with his daring, carefree personality and habits. he's also pretty immature with his temper. he gets angry very, very quickly. he hates getting criticized, and he hates judgement, and whenever people frustrate him, annoy him, or insult him, he's not afraid to show it. he'll snap back at them rudely, being a total smart-ass and asshole, and it's pretty obvious he's pretty immature and unwise with his tongue and quick fuse. aside from this, jayden always seems to need love. and not even sex, really. well, sex is fine, sure, but he wants someone to really be there for him. to hold his hand or hug him, or give him kisses and cuddles. someone to help him when he's down, for once.

dedicated & passionate.
especially with his music, jayden really puts his all into everything. his music: piano, guitar, one of the other eight instruments he plays, is his life. he plays nonstop, really. to calm down, when he's bored, when he's sad, or just whenever. he can read music faster than he can recite his ABC's, and, truly, no music is music he "doesn't like." as for his words, they mean quite a bit to him, too. he doesn't think he's that good of a writer, but he just gets out what he's feeling when he's feeling it, which is amazing for him. it's like free therapy. he gets so wound up in the songs, the music, the lyrics, you could even call him obsessed--almost. he can come out of "music mode" pretty easily, and he can slip back in just as quickly, too. this passion and dedication carries over into his relationships, too, and the people he chooses to be around. he'll love you loads and loads, and he'll always be there for you, whether you're a friend or more.

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hometown , las vegas, nevada
father , brian davison, 50, architect.
mother , grace davison, 45, secretary.
siblings , jason davison, age 27, grad student, kevin davison, 24, grad student, issac davison, 21, college student, nani davison, 18, high school student
children , aiden ;] no, none
other important figures , zephyr <3 boyfranndd (fiancé)
history ,

jayden lane davison was born the youngest of four boys on a bright, sunny, april day when spring was in full-swing. his family was loving, tight-knit, well-educated...what could go wrong? well, how about the fact they were extrememly devout, religious mormons, set on raising their children in accordance with the strictest church standards and hopefully leading them to live good, fruitful lives as members of the church in their futures? okay, okay. that's not so bad. the davisons weren't abusive or anything, but to jayden, his family and their beliefs were hell. from square one, the kid was a firecracker, never quite fitting in the mold that his parents had set for him. he was always running around, jumping off of things, climbing trees, screaming, laughing, always pushing things to see how far he could take them. it took forever to get the little guy to actually act normal, and really, it didn't start happening until his parents finally gave in and put the boy on ritalin. compared to the three brothers before him, who were all perfect, obedient, smart little angels, jayden was quite a handful. his parents were always so exhausted, but they still loved him so much, continually taking the boy to church and raising him with what they believed to be the best teachings possible. and, really, aside from his obnoxious and hyperactive personality, jayden was a pretty popular little guy, and he had a good early life. he was demanding, but his fun-loving personality was addictive, and he had a load of friends and was, in every aspect of the word, adorable.

but then, along came puberty, and jayden's life completely started to change. during middle school, the boy started broadening his social horizons. he didn't always hang out with the "other mormon kids," like his parents wanted him to. he started hanging out with the other "band kids," (because for as long as he could remember, jayden had always had an instrument in his hand, and his love of music was, thankfully, something his parents supported and helped to nurture), the kids who listened to "rock music," (which was a big no-no) and drank caffeiene. because, once jayden finally started to get a mind of his own...he didn't like the church of the latter-day saints. not at all. he didn't like how there were so many rules, so many restrictions, and how everything jayden seemed to love (bands, music, eyeliner), and everything jayden was interested in (music, crazy pranks, and...boys?) was forbidden. it just didn't seem right, and as the kid grew older and older, he started pulling more and more away from what his parents wanted to what he wanted. that, as you can imagine, didn't go down well at all. the worst of it all came during high school, when jayden started rebelling the worst. one day during freshman year he was caught smoking pot behind the school, and he was suspended for three days. the davisons flipped. they pulled the leash in tight on their son, setting all kinds of new rules and curfews, but that didn't stop jayden at all. he just snuck out more and more, gong to shows, parties... he knew it pissed his parents off to no end, and he knew he was pushing it, but he didn't care. he liked rebelling; he liked seeing what was out there in the world, what he'd been missing for most of his sheltered life. besides, he wasn't his parents, wasn't what his parents wanted. he accepted that, and he moved on.

it all boiled over one day when jayden came back one morning after a party, when he was seveteen years old. his parents went off on him, yelling about how if he didn't shape up, they couldn't take it anymore, and jayden, pissed, angry, and exhausted, cussed them out and told them he didn't give a damn what they did, what they decided. so, they kicked him out. they said he had one day to pack his things and leave, and the next morning, he'd be gone from their house and ex-communicated from the church. it was quite a blow to the kid, and he wasn't sure if he should be furious, heartbroken, or terrifed. or maybe all three. but, he decided the one thing he didn't want was to have to say goodbye to his family, to his younger sister, the one person he got along with, or have to deal with his parents again, so that night, jayden packed a bag and left. just left. you could call it "running away," but he prefers to call it simply "leaving." hell, that's what would have happened anyway, right?

jayden crashed at a friend's house; not one of his "good friends"--some guy from a band jayden had been to see and gotten along with the singer. it was hell to start off with. he was so young, so immature and foolish with his partying and habits. it took a while for him to find his place, and a lot of rough lessons. his "friend" beat the shit out of him one night and kicked him out, so jayden went back to the only world that ever worked for him: music. he got a job as a band tech, and he went on tour with them, leaving vegas, finally getting to see the country. he bounced from city to city, loving it all. sure, it was dangerous, but he didn't care. he learned a lot, sort of came into himsef. he knew music was always his thing, always his passion, and being this close to the music world was just great. he had nothing to hold him back.

finally, when the band landed in reno, back in good ol' nevada, jayden decided he liked the city enough to stay a bit. he quit working for the tour, and he and his boyfriend (yes, boyfriend: along with other things, jayden really discovered and embraced his homosexuality during all the touring) got an apartment for a year or so. they broke up, of course, but jayden took it pretty well, able to handle himself. he found himself a new little place, and he joined a new band--love is like a relapse. it was weird, actually performing on the stage rather than handling things in the back, but he loved it. he loves this; it's his life.

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The morning came far too early, if you asked Jayden. It had always been a flaw of his: his laziness. Usually, he didn’t wake up until 11AM; at least, he did when he didn’t have a recording or practice session, or a photo shoot or press conference or whatever-whatever. If that was the case, he was up and ready to go right on time—er, usually. If he hadn’t been drinking the night before (though he did try to avoid the alcohol when he knew he had something the following morning). If it had to do with music, the singer was right on target, and photoshoots weren’t too bad, either (he liked wearing all the makeup and styling his hair; yes, he was a loser). The only things that really bugged him were the interviews, because he always seemed to get stuck with the really annoying, nosy people that he always wanted to punch in the face a few minutes into the questions. But, anyway. It was part of the job, and Jayden didn’t want to screw up his chance at this amazing life he had. He just downed a couple coffees or a few Poptarts when he was feeling particularly drowsy, and he was on his way, thanks to the caffeine and/or sugar high.

As somewhat…unhelpful as it could be with his schedule at times, the kid liked his sleep. Could you blame him, though? He was up almost every night partying and downing Red Bull like nobody’s business; if he didn’t sleep in until at least past 9AM, he’d be virtually dead the next day. Though, Jayden had to admit, among many other things, he noticed his sleep patterns changing now that he had been living with Zephyr. The other boy wasn’t particularly a night owl, or at least, a night owl in Jayden’s sense of the word, and because he was a sweet, good little boyfriend he tried to get in bed on time. Also, he noticed, that if he didn’t get to bed at a decent hour he’d miss out on prime Zephyr-snuggle time, and, well, that was just cruel. Jayden Davison needed cuddles and snuggles like a fish needed water.

So, even when it was still fairly dark outside, hardly any light spilling through the deck doors of his and Zephyr’s bedroom, Jayden groaned rather loudly, turning in the sheets, the material crinkling underneath his body. Moving his head a bit, digging into the pillow, trying to return sweet, sweet darkness to his surroundings, the boy suddenly scrunched up his nose. Ew, there was something wet. Peeling his eyelids open, frowning at the way they stuck together from sleep, he let out a small groan/yawn/“ugh,” forcing himself to sit up slightly, bringing up his forearm and wiping his mouth. “Ew, drool,” he muttered to himself, making a small face. Ugh, another little flaw of his. It started when he had braces when he was younger and he had a mouth full of metal, and it just kind of stuck with him. Inhaling and then exhaling softly, Jayden sat up fully, then, looking around hazily. A soft whine escaped his plump lips as the blankets pooled at his waist, and he saw that he was alone in the bed, the faint sounds of Zeph moving around in the kitchen echoing to his ears. It was weird; ever since he was little, Jayden Davison hated waking up alone. It just…ugh, it just made him feel so…unpleasant, so lonely. Sort of like he wasn’t really “worth it” enough for the other person to stay in bed with him. Okay, that was ridiculous, yeah, but, it was how he felt. He’d get over it, though. He always did. His ADD just found something else to focus on.

Reaching his arms up, the singer stretched for a moment. He yawned, loudly, the noise echoing through the bedroom, and then, for a moment, he just sat there, his mind not really mulling over anything, just resting. He sort of debated about curling back up under the covers and trying to go back to sleep, but then, it hit him. Shit,” the twenty year old suddenly cursed, brown eyes widening as he quickly reached over to his nightstand and slid on his favorite pair of red glasses, hopping out of bed quickly and, limbs still “waking up,” he stumbled over to his and Zephyr’s dresser for a top, suddenly, realizing that today was the day he and Zephyr were meeting and talking with the guitarist’s foster parents. They were planning on revealing…well, revealing their relationship. It was a big day, a big deal. Zeph had been nervous about it for a couple days now, and Jayden wanted to make sure he was there for him through it all, ready to comfort him when he needed it, prepared for the actual even himself. It was probably good, he mused, that he’d woken up so earlier, despite the deprivation of sleep; now, he, and Zeph, had more time to prepare.

Since his boyfriend’ foster family wasn’t due to arrive until later that day, Jayden figured he had some time to lounge about in more casual clothes before he got dressed in something nicer. When he was living alone, the boy often slept or even just walked around in the nude. He liked it, simply put; he found the constraints of clothes annoying, sometimes. But, now that he was with Zeph, the other boy, being as innocent as he was, didn’t really feel totally…comfortable with the whole “walking-around-naked” thing, and at first, it sparked many sly, sarcastic comments of “well, you better get used to it, baby!” or “oh, c’mon, you know you like it!” from Jayden, but that got old, so now Jayden slept in boxers (but just boxers) and threw on a top when he was in the apartment to make his boyfriend a little more comfortable.

Pulling on a tight white t-shirt, the boy let out a soft exhale and looked around the room. Eh, the bed was un-made but…he’d get to that later, or Zeph would, when he undoubtedly when on his nervous cleaning spree. Which was exactly what he was doing when Jayden shuffled out through the hallway and into the kitchen, smirking as he saw his boyfriend furiously scrubbing at the counters. Ah, he knew Zephyr Clayton all too well. “Really, Zeph?” the singer asked, smirk only growing on his lovely lips. “Cleaning, and the sun hasn’t even fully risen yet?”

But, all joking stopped the minute he saw his boyfriend’s face; the way it was downcast, dark, his brow furrowed, his hazel eyes obviously someplace far from here, a memory—an unpleasant one, at that, struck Jayden to see. Immediately, a heaviness welled in his gut: pity, sympathy, and protectiveness, and, finally, just love for his boyfriend, and he sighed deeply before moving forward. He was halfway to the other boy when suddenly, whatever he was remembering must have ended or faded away, and he jerked out of his reverie, banging his elbow against the fridge and hissing slightly in pain. Jayden frowned, and swallowing, and then, a few moments after, he slid up behind Zephyr, wrapping his lean arms around his tiny waist and resting his head against his back.

He just held him for a while; their skinny bodies close, his front against Zeph’s back, a warmth moving between the two of them, not saying a word. Finally, pulling away slightly, his grasp moved to Zephyr’s pale wrists, thumbs gently resting on the few bruises that rested their, one of which was from the very recent run in with the refrigerator door. He knew exactly why his boyfriend was so upset: because of what lay ahead. And, he knew he couldn’t promise everything would be okay, and he knew he couldn’t lie and say he was feeling totally confident about it all, either, but he could be there. He could stay with Zephyr, not leave him for as long as he could help it, and maybe, hopefully, that would be enough for now.

“Hey,” Jayden whispered, voice soft, careful. “Hey, hey, hey.” Gently, his thumbs began to trace small, loving circles along the other boy’s pale skin. Leaning his head slightly forward, he placed a light, chaste kiss to the side of the guitarist’s skinny neck, just nuzzling into it, for a moment. “Relax, baby,” he said. “It’ll be fine. It’ll all work out. And I’ll be right here, okay? The whole time.” He tried to sound as confident as he could as he gave another kiss to Zephyr’s skin before pulling away, squeezing his boyfriend’s wrists lightly, comfortingly, before sighing slightly and reaching up, running his hands through his still messy, bed-head hair. Turning to the fridge, he smiled at Zephyr over his shoulder, and, voice still soft, as comforting as he could make it, as he asked, “What do you want for breakfast? I could make it for you, and then we could go eat it outside and watch the sunrise, or something.” Jayden didn’t have all the answers; far from it, really. But, hell, he could try. He could try his damn hardest to make things a little easier, a little better, because God knew Zephyr Clayton needed it.

Besides, he loved him.

And wasn’t that what you were supposed to do when you loved someone? Make their lives brighter?

Well, Jayden thought so, at least.