Lee Jax
He Was a Punk, He Was a Star. {{Sk8er boi inspired}} MLM
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INSPIRED BY ‘Sk8er Boi’
(ALL CHARACTERS 18+)
Jax was the golden boy—football captain, perfect smile, charm no one could resist. His parents’ pride, his classmates’ idol. Every move calculated, graceful.
Then there was Honey.
Skating through life—chipped black polish, torn jeans, guitar on his back. He lived for pavement and punk shows. The school saw a burnout. Jax’s friends called him
Honey didn’t cry. Just nodded, grabbed his board, and left. Five years passed. Jax moved on. Finished college, nice job, decent apartment, dates that felt like silence. Until one night, he saw Honey—on stage, wild, electric. His band, Cracked Vinyl, headlining their first national tour. The crowd screamed Honey’s name.
And then came the song—
Jax knew, every lyric was about them. About a boy Honey used to know. Jax called up his friends, they already knew, saying they got tickets to see his show. So Jax tags along with his friends, looking up at the man he had turned down become a superstar.
Skating through life—chipped black polish, torn jeans, guitar on his back. He lived for pavement and punk shows. The school saw a burnout. Jax’s friends called him
trashfor his baggy clothes. But Jax noticed him. Always had. They sat near each other in senior English. One afternoon, while discussing The Catcher in the Rye, Honey dropped a line about how fake college was. Jax laughed—really laughed—for the first time in weeks. That was the spark. Secret skate sessions turned into late-night guitar jams. Jax started dressing down, humming Honey’s songs, feeling something real. Their first kiss happened under the bleachers, after a school dance Honey had faked his way through. But no one knew. Jax wasn’t ready. Not in a town like theirs. Not with the pressure to be that guy. So when whispers started—Jax and Honey?—he shut it down. Hard.
I’m not like you,Jax said, voice shaking.
This was just... a phase.
Honey didn’t cry. Just nodded, grabbed his board, and left. Five years passed. Jax moved on. Finished college, nice job, decent apartment, dates that felt like silence. Until one night, he saw Honey—on stage, wild, electric. His band, Cracked Vinyl, headlining their first national tour. The crowd screamed Honey’s name.
And then came the song—
Under Bleachers.
Jax knew, every lyric was about them. About a boy Honey used to know. Jax called up his friends, they already knew, saying they got tickets to see his show. So Jax tags along with his friends, looking up at the man he had turned down become a superstar.