Meet Me At The Sun

Sunset was so damn romantic. It reminded the teen popstar Hayden Kemp of his third album, which was kind of sad considering he was supposed to be off work and relaxing. He strode the walkway in the charming park slowly, savoring every moment of his time. Birds were slowing down and singing more quietly, beginning the nighttime part of the island. Almost everything about the island that Hayden had seen was tranquil in a way that hinted at a great nightlife and fascinating inhabitants, which was good for him. Not to mention intriguing.

This fine evening, Hayden was wearing slightly (tastefully) tattered jeans, a blue collared shirt that accentuated his eyes, his 12-string on his back, and a hemp bracelet on his left wrist. He had abandoned his slip-on sneakers minutes ago, under a bench. Hopefully they would be there when he got back, but if not it was no big deal. It wasn't like he was attached to that pair anyways.

As he was rounding a turn, he noticed the back of a figure reclined on a tree. It was most definitely handsome and male, Hayden stopped for a moment to admire the wavy dark hair. Then he continued, trying to stay out of sight for as long as possible. Purposefully ignoring the boy, he walked up to a bench almost directly across from him and sat. Unsheathing his weapon, the beautiful wooden guitar, he leaned and began playing randomly. The tune formed, and turned into a surprisingly beautiful acoustic version of one of his favorite songs. He didn't sing, just stared off at the trees (slightly away from the boy) and played.

There was nothing Hayden loved as much as giving a stellar performance, and was he ever. 12-string guitars were no mean feat to nail, but he played like a professional. He was a total fanboy of Justin Bieber, and really didn't have the heart to ruin one of the classics. Besides, his audience was almost as captivating as his music. He played the entirety of the song, some bits shortened by the need in a acoustic version. Once he was finished, he looked up and right into the boy's eyes with his own playfully. Hayden was more than a little surprised, the other was breathtakingly handsome. Likely British like he was, gauging by his accent.

"You think so? I take requests you know~" Hayden replied, a similar but more boyish British accent than his new acquaintance. He gave him his most charming grin and held up the end of the guitar slightly. The base of the white wood guitar had tons of swirls and designs and waves and shells drawn on it in black sharpie, obviously by hand and hours of work. Another production of his boredom.

"I take all kinds of requests" Hayden replied casually, picking up his guitar and standing. His fingers started automatically without his looking down, playing as he walked closer. The setting sun glittered over his blonde hair, making it shimmer in the evening light. Scratch that, the other boy was gorgeous, his type and clearly interested. Talk about a win-win-win. "This isn't the only thing I can do with my fingers" he said off-handedly, but clearly giving the boy an answer to his unasked question. Hayden was a world of interested.

He stopped in front of Cairo and sat cross-legged. "I have very high hopes of teasing you, but not to that cruel extent" he added, running his fingers in his hair to brush it out of his eyes. "What might your name be, if you aren't a daydream of mine?". The smirk intensified, and he tilted his head coyly.

Hayden's smile glowed something more happy than mischievous when it was obvious Cairo recognized one of his favorite songs. He played until the guitar was laid across his lap, where he let it rest and left off playing. Leaning in tune with Cairo, he waited until their foreheads were almost touching. A couple wild strands of blonde hair fell, tickling the space in between them. He placed both hands on his guitar, steadying himself. The wind blew past, moving his hair again before settling.

Fingers curling around the edge of his guitar, Hayden raised his eyebrows slightly at the name. "Exotic. I like it very much~". He was so close Cario could likely smell the scent of strawberry cake on his breath. Shameless boy had been eating it in the park. Hayden reached up slowly, taking Cario's hand in his and lacing their fingers. He held it in between them and ran his fingers over Cairo's. "My name is Hayden Kemp. Do I feel like a dream?" he asked, moving his fingers in circles and grinning.

The blonde matched his smirk, enjoying it as much as Cairo was. "It is pretty sexy" he agreed about Cairo's name. He had been to Cairo once, on tour. It was beautiful, like the boy in front of him. The hand twisted in his was soft, well-manicured like his own. Hayden was possessed with a sudden rather strong urge to stop playing and kiss Cairo. But he preserved his dignity.

After he received a rather surprising (but very welcome) kiss on the cheek, Hayden chased Cai