"Jason!" Flash. Flash.
"Jonathan! Over here!" Flash. Flash.
"Jessie, how's the movie?"
My dad smiled. His million dollar smile. He had his pearly white glowing in the moonlight and streetlights. His normal blonde hair turned to wheat and showing the contrast against his tanned skin. Eyes shinning with happiness and confidence. A sturdy body of a abbed seventeen year old. Even though he was fucking thirty seven.
My mom was there. Flowing in her bright white dress. Low cut dips to the back, stops right above her waist. A hundred thousand dollar diamond necklace and a gold bodice. She was another version of my dad. Only, black haired and sparkling green eyes. She had a softer look to her and it was sweeter. But she held the same confidence like it was nothing.
I'm just their son.
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Movie star, show stopper, and amazing producer parents was hard to live up to. When your an only kid, you have to live up the flashing of paparazzi and all the other stuff.
That's what Jason Fo had to deal with. It was harsh. His name was only known as the son of Jonathan Fo. Or the son of Jessie Fo. Never just Jason Fo, the uprising singer.
His father wants him to be just like him. Live up to the family name. Get a beautiful girl and get married. No. Jason couldn't do any of that. Why?
One thing for sure. He liked boys. One boy in particular. He likes super model, Vontal Zak. Foreign and beautiful, Jason couldn't stop gazing after him.
But when Vontal auditions for Jason's father new movie, 'Get High', Jonathan makes Jason become the newest assistant to him. Only to have Vontal notice this slender and beautiful boy. To make him lust after the sweet shy side of him. A he loves the way Jason doesn't get fed up with his attitude and anger.
He only had one thought on his mind. "How can I make him mines?"
