#durst

He quickly discovered his companion located by the pool within the backyard, observing Johnathan as he talked and chatted amongst the group of people currently surrounding him. As Fred's vision began to scan through the crowd of people actively surrounding his friend, searching for anyone else he may have possibly been aquatinted with, his focus momentarily faltered when he perceived a rather captivating and attractive women positioned beside his companion.

The singer allowed his irises to scrutinize your entire being; he adored your beautiful hair, admired your rather impressive and enjoyable clothing, and silently favored your rather attractive mannerisms. He noticed the beer placed comfortably within your grasp, the beverage had been half consumed as you traced the opening of the bottle beneath your fingers. Furthermore, it was as if every other sound had become silent and mute to the musician as he listened to the way you laughed and giggled amongst the crowd. Within Fred's eyes, you appeared to emit some sort of hypnotizing, glowing, and radiant aura.

It was as if your entire presence had some how cast a rather mesmerizing spell upon the musician. He observed your adorable laugh, satisfied with the way your cheeks slightly flushed with every giggle, and adored the charming echo of your cute chuckles. Furthermore, the way you had remained so composed and collected, not attempting to show off or intensify your ego like some of the other individuals within the group, had completely morphed Fred into some sort of smitten and bashful creature.

The singer was typically an extrovert, becoming rowdy and obnoxious within large groups of people. He was well known for being rather smug and confident, and there were many famous stories regarding his extremely unruly and energetic behaviors. His band was literally known for creating rather lively and zealous music.

However, it was as if Fred had transformed into some sort of shy and flustered version of himself, suddenly extremely nervous regarding the idea of actually interacting with such a captivating individual. His thoughts were completely controlled by his stress and anxiety, constantly wondering if his clothes were cool enough or if his appearance was charming. The singer could feel himself begin to morph into a bashful and quiet creature as he slowly began to pace towards both you and his companion. His heart was beating so loud within his chest, he truly believed that it was audible even over the rather deafening music.

Once the male had successfully approached his friend, he timidly exclaimed his presence, greeting Johnathan with a sheepish "Hey." Whilst he awkwardly allowed himself to melt into the group of people. Usually, Fred would have revealed his arrived with some sort of boisterous or rowdy entrance. However, all of his typical confidence had completely vanished once he had promptly discovered you. Yet, his companion appeared rather enthused to encounter the singer as he responded to Fred's mousy introduction with a similar "Hey, man! Whats up?".

The musician observed the way you suddenly began to saunter away from the group, once you had eventually ran out of statements to make or jokes to exclaim. He silently watched as you placed yourself within one of the open seats surrounding the pool, viewing the way you continued to sip upon the beverage located within your grasp.

Suddenly, no longer interested within the group of random people chatting and talking around him, Fred awkwardly repeated your previous actions and exited the crowd. The male was practically praying that his immediate disappearance from the group had not been very obvious, as he basically chased after you.

"Hey." Fred greeted you politely whilst he situated himself within the open seat located beside you.

As a response to the males respectful introduction, you extended an open palm within the musicians direction, inviting him into some sort of proper hand shake. Although Fred lightly bit his lip as he glanced down towards your patient palm, his own hands practically drenched within sweat as a result of your rather intimidating presence, he accepted your offer. The musician replied by eventually grasping onto your hand and executing a firm shake before you began to speak.

"Hi," you exclaimed with a wide grin, your cheeks flushing a rosy hue as your eyes squinted practically shut, attempting to display your sincerity "my names (Y/N)."

As he allowed your palm to escape from his grasp, a wave of relief crashed down upon Fred. He was pleased with the fact that you had not displayed any sort of knowledge regarding his rather wet palm, aware of the reality that if you had remained connected for much longer, his anxious discomfort would have eventually been revealed. Furthermore, the singer allowed himself to display a similar smile of enthusiasm within your direction.

"Nice to meet you, (Y/N). Im Fred." The singer confessed, suddenly yearning to possess his own beverage as he awkwardly began to fiddle and fidget with his nervous fingers.

Fred was attempting to appear both normal and typical as he strived towards getting to know you further. Usually, the musician would have been obnoxiously attempting to brag and flaunt his accomplishments by now, striving towards charming a specific girl he was interested within. Most of the women the singer achieved were typically groupies, females that were easily impressed when Fred would reveal the many movie stars he had met or when he would talk about the wide variety of materialistic items he had acquired. However, something about you made Fred feel completely different.

As he sat before you, your welcoming and tender vision unfaltering as you gazed towards him within anticipation, Fred suddenly felt overwhelmed with a large amount of both stress and anxiety. The male no longer desired to reveal all of his accomplishments or brag about his many concerts, this appeared too egotistical and foolish within the musicians mind. He honestly believed that you were not the type of girl that would be easily impressed by his rather arrogant boasting.

Instead, it was as if the singer was attempting to remember how he was expected to act like a rather normal person. He was striving towards recollecting what an acceptable and correct topic was for two average people to converse about, something that didn't revolve around parties or money. Something about the mysterious women before him completely destroyed his signature rowdy and obnoxious facade as he attempted to appear rather sincere and genuine. Within that moment, Fred desired nothing more than to chat with you like he wasn't a celebrity, to share a conversation deeper than just fame and fortune.

"So, uhm, how do you and John know each other? I haven't heard of you before." The singer inquired, attempting to fill the silence whilst he basically hollered over the blasting music.

You suddenly began to giggle as a response to Fred's previous question, as if his claim had been received as extremely amusing. The way you smiled and laughed uncontrollably before the male, slightly rocking back and forth within your seat, caused a coy smirk to dance across the singers lips as a light hue of rosy rouge began to glaze his skin. Whilst the resonance of your adorable and sweet laughter entered Fred's ears, he became absolutely smitten with the captivating and charming women before him. The way you behaved so genuine and welcoming, compared to many of the other rude and shallow celebrities the singer was introduced to, caused a warm and fuzzy tingling sensation to completely suffocate his chest.

The majority of the individuals the musician had encountered within the last couple months were completely monotonous. Each well known actor or popular civilian Fred had interacted with appeared to be supporting some sort of fake and false persona, as if they were constantly concealed behind an exclusive reputation of elegance. Most of the people the singer spoke with would often utilize words much too intelligent for their vocabulary, attempting to appear rather reserved and egocentric, as if they believed that they were the center of the entire universe.

However, Fred was suddenly completely captivated and focused upon you as you easily relaxed and became comfortable before him. As you giggled and laughed with amusement, the singer was unable to perceive any sort of fake persona or false facade you were attempting to support. You allowed yourself to express your true emotions and thoughts freely, instead of striving towards appearing much more mysterious and exclusive. The male discovered enjoyment within the way you behaved so genuine and sincere.

"Im not famous or anything." You confessed once your laughter had slowly vanished "John and I have just been friends for a real long time. Ive known him sense we were kids."

Unsure how else to continue the conversation, the musician nodded with an expression of comprehension, quietly humming a sound of apprehension in order to further display his understanding. Becoming much more nervous and anxious as a thick silence began to form between the two of you, Fred continued to twirl and play with his fingers awkwardly, sifting through his thoughts in order to discover another acceptable topic. However, you relieved the musician of all such pressure when you volunteered to continue the conversation.

"How about you, Fred? How do you guys know each other? Ive never heard of you before." You erroneously inquired with a rather devious smirk.

Of course you were aware who the male sitting before you was. He was a famous musician, his published songs becoming extremely popular throughout the last couple years. Furthermore, he had created some music alongside one of your closest companions, and you always listened to each and every one of Johnathans songs. Of fucking course you were informed of who Fred Durst was, you didn't live under a rock.

However, even though you were obviously joking, supporting a rather playful and teasing tone, the singer did not seem to comprehend your rather humorous manner. You thought Fred would instantly perceive your playful teasing, due to the fact that practically everyone within the world was aware of who he was. Yet, your obviously exaggerated tone of ignorance was extremely disregarded by the singer as he shifted awkwardly before you.

"Oh, uhm, we-" Fred began rather bashfully, a little bit surprised, believing that you had been truly unaware of who he was.

Even though his confidence was slightly harmed as a result of your previous claim, the musician did not desire to appear rude or arrogant. Therefore, he quickly became awkward as he was attempting to explain exactly who he was. It felt very weird and unnatural for the singer to reveal his identity, an act he didn't often have to execute.

Before the musician could completely conclude his exclamation, you swiftly cut him off with a rather charming giggle once more, laughing into the skin of your palm as if you were attempting to muffle the rather adorable sound.

"Im joking with you. Of course I know how you guys met, you're fucking Fred Durst." You exclaimed rather loudly, continuing to slightly laugh at the notion that you had accidentally fooled him.

The male laughed awkwardly in response, becoming overwhelmed with the subtle sensations of embarrassment and anxiety. He felt like a completely idiot regarding the fact that he had actually fell for the false claim you had previously stated. The singer became much more flustered and bashful, completely believing that you had now regarded him as some sort of fool.

Even though Fred entirely believed that you would eventually become uninterested within the conversation, or abandon his company due to the notion that you truly believed that he was some sort of idiot, the two of you continued to chat and converse amongst each other for the remainder of the evening.

The two of you became completely absorbed within your shared interaction, laughing at one another's rather stupid jokes and sharing more personal details about yourselves. Furthermore, Fred had even became much more comfortable around you as the night went on, no longer overwhelmed with anxiety and stress as he became rather relaxed within your presence. He found the way you talked with him like a normal person and teased him so effortlessly rather calming. He enjoyed the way you easily became comfortable around him, along with the fact that you were not acting like some obsessed fan girl. Rather, you were treating him like you were just two average people who had just happened to stumbled across one another within the grocery store.

The singer was rather impressed regarding the manner in which you seemed to behave around so many celebrities. Talking with him like he wasn't a famous musician, completely unfazed as popular actors passed by every second, and not utterly losing your composer every time a well known individual was within your line of sight. If Fred had been uninformed, he would have assumed that you were just another celebrity who was completely unbothered with being surrounded by so many popular faces.

It had been a long time sense the musician was tasked with sharing a conversation with an ordinary, everyday individual. Someone who did not spent most of their days upon a movie set or a person who was not constantly stalked and followed by the paparazzi. The male was attempting to appear normal as he got to know you further, searching through his thoughts for something he determined was an average topic. Typically, Fred would just converse with strangers and ask them about other celebrities they may have been acquainted with, or parties they had possibly attended. However, those subjects most likely did not relate to you. He was suddenly located outside of his comfort zone as he tried to remember just what him and his friends would talk about throughout his high school career, before he was a very well known and popular musician.

The two of you talked and chatted for about three more hours, laughing and giggling until about one in the morning before you eventually stood before him. You wished him farewell, explaining that you had a "normal person job" to attend to in the morning, before expressing a small wave within his direction and disappearing within the crowd of obnoxiously drunk celebrities.

Once you had abandoned Fred, leaving him completely alone as he sat awkwardly within his chair, the singer began to think. He could not come to terms with the idea of never interacting with you again, disliking the thought of possibly never sharing another conversation following that evening. Realistically, the two of you would probably never accidentally cross paths ever again, due to the fact that each of your daily lives were much different compared to one another. So, he rose with a huff before beginning to weave through the crowd.

The singer received some rather rowdy greetings from various people attending the party, individuals who were behaving as if he had just arrived. He experienced many drunk celebrities squeal with excitement when they perceived his presence, expecting Fred's typically obnoxious behavior. The musician wandered through the backyard in search of John, before eventually traveling into his large home and finally discovering his companions location.

Fred ultimately discovered his friends situation. He observed the way the other male was positioned against his kitchen counter, supporting an almost empty bottle of alcohol as he talked amongst his band members. The two were finally rewarded with the opportunity to converse after he had been much too captivated within the women he had previously encountered.

"Hey." Fred exclaimed as he arrived, greeting his companion once again.

John had not been oblivious to the way Fred had remained captivated by you for the past couple hours. His friend was very aware of the singers antics as he observed the two of you laughing and giggling together upon multiple different occasions. The idea that Fred was attempting to win you over and impress you, like all of the other women John had seen the singer interact with, was a thought that did not sit well with him. You were not just some random groupie practically begging for sex, you were one of his dearest friends, and he was not gonna let you get captured by the player known as Fred Durst.

"Don't even start, Fred." John suddenly exclaimed, completely disregarding the singers previous introduction "She's my best friend, dude, basically my sister. And I know you, I saw the way you were looking at her. I aint gonna fuckin pimp her out to you."

Fred had rarely ever viewed John act so genuinely stern; sure, the two had pretended to bicker upon stage and created a rather tense song together. But this entire situation seemed different. His friend appeared genuinely serious, as if he was protecting you from some sort of problem.

"It aint like that, I actually like her." Fred responded defensively, not even bothering to attempt to disagree with Johns previous claim.

His companion sighed, his tone laced with frustration, whilst he set his beverage down upon the counter, promptly turning to properly face the shorter male.

"Riiiight, Fred Durst actually wants a girl for more than just sex." The other male teased, his voice laced with sarcasm as he obviously attempted to shame the singer.

Even though John was behaving so sternly, Fred was aware of the fact that his friend was not genuinely upset or frustrated with him. Rather, his companion appeared to be attempting to protect and defend you, someone he had known sense he was just a little kid. The other male regarded you as family, and he would never let one of his perverted friends mess around and break his "sisters" heart.

"Seriously, dude, just help me out here. Put in a good word for me and give her my number, say it's up to her. Don't be a weird, controlling, freak, John." Fred responded, attempting to further persuade his friend by slightly pressuring him into submission.

Obviously despising the fact that he had been deemed as controlling and weird regarding you, the other male sighed in defeat as he obnoxiously rolled his eyes. He shook his head and reached for his alcohol once more, as if he was attempting to gain some sort of confidence before executing his future answer.

"Ugh, fine! But no promises, you aren't really her type, Fred." John responded, turning back towards his band members once more, attempting to signal that the conversation had finally concluded.

However, Fred was a bit offended by such a statement. He had perceived his friends previous claim as rather hurtful and insensitive, as if John was declaring that he was not attractive enough for you, or that the singer did not meet your standards. Furthermore, he was suddenly filled with extreme doubt and stress as a result of John's previous statement. Fred would be completely humiliated if you had rejected him, if a women that he was so genuinely interested within perceived him as unappealing.

"The Hell? Im everyones type. What do you mean Im not her type?" Fred spat in response, becoming a bit defensive as he attempted to conceal his humiliation with extreme confidence and pride.

The singer observed as John rolled his eyes once more, obviously annoyed regarding the fact that Fred had not concluded the conversation once he had gained what he had truly desired. His friend slowly turned back towards the shorter male, striving towards just finishing the subject shared between the two.

"I didn't mean to offend you man, it's just that, (Y/N) likes stable guys, serious guys. She wants a guy with a secure life, not some crazy musician who cant stay in one location longer than a month." John remarked rather sassily, supporting a subtle attitude as he spoke rather bluntly to the male before him.

Fred began to support a rather false sense of offense as all of his previous worries began to slowly vanish, suddenly overwhelmed with slight embarrassment as a result of his previous defensiveness. Therefore, Fred brought a rather enthusiastic palm up to the collar of his shirt as he pretend to straighten it out, acting rather foolishly as he attempted to joke amongst his companion.

"Im a stable dude, I can be serious." Fred responded with a sly smirk, attempting to further play into such a stupid charade.

John shook his head in defeat, a slight smile inching across his lips as he lightly chuckled as a result of Freds idiotic antics.

"Sure you can." The other male responded before finally returning to his previous conversation amongst his band members.

Fred had not remained present within Johns party for much longer that evening, finding no sign of pleasure within any of the other conversations he had shared that night. He was much too busy missing your companionship and company. Compared to you, all of the other individuals attending the function were rather boring and bland.

Around ten the next morning, Fred was positioned before the island located within his kitchen. The after affects of staying up until the early hours of the morning, partying and conversing amongst his acquaintances, the consequences had quickly caught up to him. He sat upon one of the bar stools, sleepily yawning and rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes as he slowly sipped upon a fresh and hot coffee. However, the warm liquid was eventually expelled from the mug when the singer was slightly startled by the echo of his home phone ringing throughout the area, causing him to jolt and send his beverage flying.

Momentarily disregarding the previous evening, the musician drowsily sauntered over towards the phone, expecting some sort of business opportunity present upon the other end of the line, or one of his friends excitedly inviting him to yet another party. However, he was swiftly surprised when the sound of your soft and sweet voice echoed from the other end of the phone.

"Hey, is this Fred? It's (Y/N), John's friend." You explained, describing the whole situation just incase you had accidentally dialed the wrong number.

The singer was slightly baffled for a moment, becoming silent upon the other end of the line as a light shade of plush salmon began to radiate upon his exposed skin. Fred had kind of disregarded the fact that he would basically be revealing his interest within you by tasking John with the responsibility of talk with you. For some reason, the thought of revealing such a personal and slightly awkward fact was rather embarrassing for the musician, as if he was actively confessing his love for his high school crush once again. It had been a long time sense any women had made Fred feel so bashful and shy. Furthermore, the musician had not actually expected you to accept his offer, or even contact him ever again.

"Oh, uhm hey, (Y/N), whats up?" He inquired as he cleared his throat, attempting to respond as naturally as he could possibly manage.

Even though he could not currently perceive the expression plastered across your features, Fred was imagining that adorable grin of yours actively displayed upon your lips. The sweet smile that caused his stomach to do flips and twirls each time it flashed across your face.

"John told me that you asked him to give me your number?" You questioned, a slight tone of curiosity laced within your voice, unsure if what John had previously claimed was actually the truth or not.

Suddenly, his heart began to pound within his chest, throbbing within the pulse of his ears as his skin began to burn. The sound of his pulse constantly beating and slamming against his rib cage was practically deafening. It was so loud, he truly believed that you were able to perceive it upon the other end of the line. He felt completely humiliated as you spoke with him so bluntly, like admitting his feelings towards you wasn't the most nerve wracking task he had completed within a long while.

However, he felt no reason to deny it, he was a grown man who could no longer claim that his friends had made him do it as a dare. And besides, he really had asked John to give you his number, and he didn't want to possibly ruin his chances by denying such a reality.

"Oh, yeah. I did." Fred responded calmly, fighting against the slight nervous tremble slowly appearing within his voice.

The other end of the line suddenly fell silent. The fact that all the musician was able to perceive was the sound of birds chirping from outside and the muffled music echoing from an unknown location, caused a lump to form within his throat. The singer was completely terrified regarding the notion of possibly getting rejected by you within that moment.

For one: It had been such a long while sense Fred had last been denied by a women. Most of the individuals he confessed his attraction towards immediately expressed their agreement, eager to be intimate with the famous lead singer of Limp Bizkit.

And second: The male actually liked you. The last couple women he had been with was a result of pure lust and desire, striving towards gaining pleasure from a few hook ups before never interacting with them further than that. However, you were different.

Fred envisioned himself brining you on proper dates, purchasing lavish presents for you, and even spending evenings cuddled up together upon the couch as the two of you laughed and giggled at some random movie. His feelings and emotions towards you went much deeper than simply lust and attraction.

"You could have just asked me, Fred, stop acting like we're in middle school." You stated with a rather teasing tone, a voice that the musician had yearned to hear once more ever sense you had disappeared from the party the previous night "And besides, I thought you were some tough, confident guy. Why are you acting all shy?"

Suddenly overwhelmed with the sensation of relief and slight confidence after he had perceived your rather playful and joking tone, a smirk erupted upon Freds face. The fact that you had not expressed your disgust or any sign of rejection was very comforting.

"What? I am tough, Im confident." Fred continued to joke, receiving one of your astonishingly adorable giggles as a result "You just make me, I don't know? Nervous?"

The singer was thankful regarding the reality that you were unable to properly view his expression within that moment as a grimace appeared upon his lips. He was internally cringing at the way he morphed into a rather sappy and corny creature as a result of your soft words. He wanted to bring a sweaty palm up to his face in order to conceal his embarrassment and the way a flustered hue of crimson began to blush his features.

"You're a real goof ball, Fred." You chuckled from the other end of the line.

Your slight teasing did not appear to offend or further shame the male. Instead, he became rather smitten as he smiled bashfully, swinging his foot against the floor as he became overwhelmed with the same feeling of relaxation and calmness you had casted upon him the evening prior.

"So? What do you think? A date?" Fred further inquired, somehow overpowering all of his anxiety and stress as he asked such a blunt question.

Fred transformed into rather anxious and nervous once more as you became silent upon the other end of the phone. Awkwardly fiddling with the hem of his top as he awaited your response.

"Hmmmm..." You hummed, attempted to act as though you were genuinely pondering his request, but in reality, you knew exactly what your response was gonna be as a wide grin plastered itself across your lips "Okay. That sounds okay."

Even though you had responded rather calmly, as if his request had not been received as such a big event, Fred was still overwhelmed with both excitement and the sensation of victory. He quietly began to pump his fist into the air as he attempted to express his excitement without completely revealing his true emotions of anticipation through the phone. However, his rather adorable actions swiftly vanished before he cleared his voice, attempting to return to the serious persona he had previously crafted.

"Okay. Cool, cool." Fred croaked, pausing for a moment as a mutual silence began to erupt through the line "Ill pick you up on Friday at eight, if you're free. Just dress however you want, it will be chill."

Suddenly, he was no longer overwhelmed with shy embarrassment or shameful anxiety after receiving your agreement. He discovered it was rather easy to converse about your future date once you had finally expressed the fact that you weren't completely disgusted by the the singer.

"What are we gonna do?" He hummed from the other end of the phone.

Fred was attempting to appear as mysterious and intriguing as he could possibly manage by specifically not mentioning what exactly he had planned for that evening. He wanted to really astonish and surprise you upon your first date. Furthermore, he wasn't really sure exactly what the two of you would be doing during that night just yet, he hadn't really considered the idea that you would actually agree to his proposition.

"Its a surprise. Aint a man allowed to whoo his lady?" The singer teased with a rather playful voice.

Even though he could not properly view the expression displayed upon your face within that moment, he could perceive the enthusiastic smile exhibited across your lips, simply as a result of the tone you supported within your response.

"Woah woah, slow down there, killer. This is just the first date, Im not your lady yet." You replied.

As Fred received your remark, a large grin began to overpower his features. Along with the fact that both his ego and confidence were only further increased by your statement.

"First? Yet? That means they'll be more dates and you'll be my girl eventually." The musician smiled smugly.

Once again, the sound of your adorable giggle echoed through the phone as a result of the singers rather taunting words.

"Oh whatever, Fred. I'll see you on Friday, goodbye." You responded with a chuckle.

The singer did not desire to hang up just yet, yearning to talk for hours and hours upon the phone, practically until the sun went down. However, he was aware of the fact that your relationship had not developed to that point just yet.

"Bye, (Y/N)." He responded softly before you hung up the phone.

As soon as he placed the receiver down, the sensation of trembling excitement and jittering anticipation began to vibrate throughout the males entire system. He expressed his rather positive emotions as he began to jump around his house and holler with excitement.