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People around Crüe tried hard to throw events that he wouldn't despite with a burning passion, but no matter how much he liked bragging about being the center of attention, the life of every party, the topic of conversation at dinners and brunches…after exactly one hour and twenty-seven minutes, everything annoyed him and a terrible boredom tormented him.
They knew the lifespan of his social batteries in such an accurate way since Morgan, captured by the desire of a better understanding of the particular behaviors of his bandmates, started out a scientific observation of the singer.
The first step was to time how long he could last in a very crowded place before making up an excuse to leave, the most frequent excuses were two: “I have to piss” and “I'm going to smoke”. Sometimes he did neither action, very often, both.
Morgan hadn't told anyone of the subjects they were part of his scientific observation, and Crüe would never have noticed anyway.
He grew up in a small town, there everyone stares at you as like they were studying an anomaly if you're a fag and stoned costantly.
Even at dinner with Crüe’s lost parents, they took the opportunity to study his family and his origins to understand him better now, and who knows, maybe even sell some weed to one of his parents or sisters—only if over 18, obviously. They would never sell weed to minors, how gross.
They checked their watch; an hour and 26 minutes had passed. Crüe was already showing the first signs of breaking down by getting angry with his mother...They were a little annoyed by the dramatic and exaggerated attitude of a teenager who would say anything to make his mother suffer Crüe had. But it wasn't any of their business; there was definitely a context they weren't aware of.
They watched Crüe get up from his chair, already with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, muttering, "I have to piss.”
Just like they expected.
His mother, meanwhile, sighed in annoyance.
“Does he act this way with you too?” she asked her son's bandmates.
“Kind of” Morgan simply said.
“All the time,” Sharon exclaimed impatiently.
“It depends.” Blaire was following the boy with her eyes, making sure he hadn't left the restaurant and ran off to God knows where. “I think we should end dinner here.”
They nodded, and Morgan got up first, going to check if he really was in the bathroom.
“Dude! We're leaving, are you in there?”
Crüe looking down came out of the bathroom and, embarrassed by the scene he caused, sighed. “My mother brainwashed you and now you won't want to be my friends anymore?”
“What are you talking about? Morgan knew really well what he meant, but decided to give Crüe space.
“I bet you didn't even notice, my mother's a liar. I hate her, I don't want to come back over there, I don't want to see them again. I left that life in a past that doesn't belong to me anymore”
The other one put their hand on his shoulder as a sign of comfort and understanding. “Would it be too much to ask what happened with your family?”
Crüe looked away, unsure if open up and be honest or hide everything forever, but since he already tried and it hasn't work so well, his parents found him. The truth always comes out at some point.
“My father has always been a violent man, If he had to get angry with someone, my mother and I were his favorites. We were fucking poor and having 6 kids didn't help at all, I was very close to my mother but after the birth of my younger sisters things changed drastically…at 13 I was taking care of 5 sisters and a bedridden mother. This torment went on for years, but then I ran away from home and met you and the others… I couldn't stay Tom Royce, I hate Tom Royce and you would hate him too”
Morgan embraced him in a tight hug, which caught Crüe off guard but felt embraced in Morgan's chest.
Then he suddenly brust out in a laugh, looking at the other’s face, he still had tears in his eyes. “DUDE! You got boobs!!?”
Morgan chuckled softly, but didn't confirm it or deny anything.
“Wait” Crüe stopped laughing for a minute to think about it. “You…don't have balls…?”
Morgan patted his shoulder. “You didn't know…?”
“Uh…So…that means you're a…woman?”
“Some people, like me, don't fit in the classic two genders.”
“What the hell are you then?”
“Not a woman, nor a man”
“Cool” nodding. “Do you have a lighter?”
Morgan was glad of Crüe’s open mind and the ease with which he understood the conversation, which many had a hard-time understanding, they had never opened up so much to each other… It was refreshing to be understood and to understand the other in the same way, even with simple conversations like this.
They passed him the lighter and lit a cigarette themselves, and they both left laughing, talking about who knows what.
But then, the moment Crüe's gaze met Blaire's, it was as if he'd forgotten everything they'd said in that bathroom to act like the perfect boyfriend.
Okay, Sharon was right once again: Crüe was a pain in the ass, but he made his way into people's hearts.
Although if everyone had paid more attention to what Sharon said more often, things would be better now.